Fox Demon: Huaizhu is not a concubine, and hegemony has no wife

"What can be immortal?"

Su Mu smiled and shook his head. Immortality is something that is hard to hope for after all. Even the demon race has a long lifespan, but life will eventually come to an end. As for the lifespan of humans, it is better not to mention it.

As for why Tushan Yaya said that she hoped she would never die, it was probably because she felt that human lifespan was too short. After all, compared to the lifespan of monsters, it might only be one year for monsters, but it could be a lifetime for humans.

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After spending some time with Dongfang Qinlan and Tushan Yaya, Su Mu let them go, picked up his sword, and went to the courtyard to practice swordplay.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have successfully drawn a sword, the number of times you have drawn a sword +1."

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have successfully drawn a sword, the number of times you have drawn a sword +1."

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A mechanical and emotionless voice kept coming from his ears, and Su Mu, who was practicing sword, had already forgotten everything else.

With continuous practice, the number of times he drew his sword increased steadily. Although he was still a long way from the next stage, he was getting closer and closer.

Once he completes the next stage again, his strength will reach the level of 'transformation into a spirit', which is the same level as Dongfang Gu Yue and Wang Quan Shou Zhuo. By then, he will truly stand at the top of this world, and will be at the same level as the four demon kings of the demon race.

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While Su Mu was practicing sword, his strength was slowly but steadily improving. At the same time, Wang Quan Baiye was also practicing sword madly in a cave. He had been practicing for an unknown amount of time, and sweat was dripping down his forehead.

Another sword strike was made, and Wang Quanbaiye was finally exhausted. He squatted on the ground with the sword in his hand, clenching the sword tightly, gritting his teeth, and looking at him with despair. In the past, he had made good progress every time he practiced sword, but recently, no matter how much he practiced, no matter how hard he trained, he had not made any progress in kendo.

Wang Quan Baiye trembled as he loosened his grip on the sword, his fingers already dripping with blood. He stared at his calloused palms, suddenly letting out a hoarse growl and punching the stone wall beside him.

Gravel fell, mixed with blood oozing from knuckles.

The torches deep in the cave cast a distorted shadow of his on the rock wall. The shadow was like a trapped beast, struggling in vain in a cramped cage.

"Your swordsmanship is already lost!"

At the funeral, the words of 'Young Master Jianzhong' still echoed in my ears.

It seemed to cut his heart sharper than a sword.

"Why..." He grabbed the long sword and slashed at the stalagmite like crazy. The sword energy scraped countless white marks on the rock wall, but he could not break the invisible shackles.

"No...it shouldn't be like this..."

He stood up suddenly and swung his sword again, the blade cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound. But this time, the sword still did not make any breakthrough, and was even more sluggish than before.

"Come again!"

He gritted his teeth and growled, swinging his sword again, once, twice, three times...

But no matter how hard he tried, the sword could not move any further.

Finally, his arm could no longer bear the pressure, and the sword flew out of his hand, falling to the ground with a clang.

Wang Quan Baiye staggered back a few steps, then fell to his knees dejectedly, his forehead resting on the cold ground, and an extremely suppressed growl came from his throat.

"Why...why can't I break through?!"

His voice was hoarse and desperate, like the last struggle of a trapped beast.

But no matter how unwilling or angry he was, the reality still lay coldly before him - his swordsmanship might really have come to an end.

"No way, I don't believe this."

Wang Quanbaiye gritted his teeth, his expression terribly gloomy.

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Night came unknowingly, and Wang Quan Baiye returned with a gloomy face. As he walked on the road, Wang Quan Baiye seemed to feel something, and suddenly stopped, then walked towards a courtyard.

Standing at the gate of the courtyard, a young man was immersed in his swordsmanship, practicing his sword meticulously. The sword intent coming towards him made him look dazed.

I still remember the first time I met him, he wasn't as good as me in swordsmanship. But when we met again in the Southern Kingdom, he was no longer inferior to me in swordsmanship. And now...

Feeling the sword intent, he could tell that his opponent's swordsmanship was already superior to his.

He had heard from his sister that the other party practiced sword very hard and never slacked off.

At this moment, Wang Quan Baiye was filled with infinite regret. He had top-notch talent in swordsmanship, and although he did not slack off, he was not as hardworking as the other party. He always wanted to explore the outside world and did not want to follow the path arranged by his parents. He was always keen on exploring everywhere in the hope of unveiling the veil of this world.

If I had spent so much time practicing swordsmanship, my swordsmanship would have reached a higher level by now.

Now, I want to work hard, but I have lost my 'sword heart'. No matter how hard I try, my sword path has stagnated.

A feeling of loss instantly surged through my body.

Shaking his head, Wang Quan Baiye gave a wry smile and turned to leave. Under the moonlight, the man's back looked particularly lonely.

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Sheath the sword.

Su Mu breathed slightly, but his eyes were fixed on the distance where a lonely figure had just left.

He probably knew that the distraught figure must be Wang Quan Baiye. He could understand Wang Quan Baiye's feelings. The former kendo genius should have been able to show infinite grace in the kendo, but once he went "outside the circle", he lost his "sword heart" and could no longer make progress in the kendo. The former kendo genius suddenly became an ordinary person, and no one could accept it calmly.

"Pity……"

Su Mu sighed softly, thinking that when it came to losing his 'Sword Heart', he had to get over it on his own and figure it out on his own; outsiders couldn't help him at all.

"Wipe the sweat."

The crisp sound suddenly echoed in my ears.

Su Mu also reacted, took the towel handed to him by Dongfang Qinlan, and wiped the sweat from practicing sword.

"The hot water is ready, I'll go take a shower later."

Dongfang Qinlan puffed up her cheeks and muttered, "I smell like sweat. It's so awful."

Su Mu reached out and tapped his little head: "Got it, I'll go take a shower now."

"Wash quickly, the food is hot for you."

"Ah."

Su Mu replied briefly and entered the bathroom. There was a large wooden barrel in the middle of the room, which was filled with hot steam.

Su Mu took off his clothes, walked into the bathroom, and lay down in comfortably.

While scrubbing his body, Su Mu couldn't help but think of the graceful figures of Dongfang Huaizhu and Tushan Yaya. Unfortunately, Dongfang Qinlan was watching here now, so Tushan Yaya probably wouldn't come to serve. As for Dongfang Huaizhu, he was still in Shenhuoshan Villa, so how could he come?

"It's a pity that I can't eat it secretly."

Su Mu sighed lightly. After all, Dongfang Qinlan was not as easy to talk to as her sister. If she knew that he had chosen to eat Tushan Yaya, she might get upset.

"In a few days, I have to talk to my father-in-law about my relationship with Qin Lan. I also need to speed up the process of marrying Dongfang Qin Lan as my co-wife."

He thought silently in his heart, but when he thought of his father-in-law's eyes that seemed to want to burn him to death, he felt a little nervous.