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Chapter 95 The macho man sheds tears
The sounds of muffled groans and the clattering of bones echoed throughout the room.
The crowd was either staggering while clutching their backs, or had just gotten up from the ground when they were struck on the shoulder by a sharp sword aura and fell hard again.
Although Mu Qinghan always had a wisp of warm magic power hanging from his fingertips, whenever he was hit and suffered bone fractures or muscle injuries, that warmth would instantly spread throughout his limbs and bones, and the injuries would heal in the blink of an eye.
But the pain is real and excruciating.
Even the most physically gifted cultivator had his arm bones fractured six times by the sword energy.
Each cracking sound was clearly audible, causing his forehead veins to bulge and cold sweat to pour down his face in pain.
Some with weak wills couldn't help but tear up when they reached the third time. Tears splashed on the blue bricks, but they still gritted their teeth and got up, stiffening their necks to face the long sword that gleamed coldly.
No one dared to utter a single complaint; they simply repeated in their hearts the vow that they would "pay close attention to Mr. Li's lectures from now on" a hundred and eighty times.
I used to think Mr. Li talked too much nonsense and found it annoying, but now I realize how gentle he is.
However... the progress is also visible to the naked eye.
The magical power that was originally stagnant in his body now flowed smoothly like a stream.
The spell gestures that were a little stiff just now became more agile as he raised his hand.
Even when Mu Qinghan's sword strike came, his mind was a beat faster than usual, and he was able to barely avoid a vital point.
When Mu Qinghan swept his sword with his last strike, the white sword energy swept across the training ground like a whisk. Everyone felt a lightness on their backs and was swept backward several feet before landing steadily on the grass.
He slowly sheathed his sword, the red rope on the tassel swaying gently, no longer displaying any of its former sharpness.
His voice was calm: "Too much rigidity leads to breakage, and too much will damage the foundation."
His gaze swept over the people sitting cross-legged and meditating in the center of the arena, finally landing on Butai.
She was stretching her slightly numb arms, her brows furrowed slightly.
Mu Qinghan slightly raised his hand, and a wisp of magic power touched his fingertip.
"Butai, come with me."
Before the others could even get up from the ground, they heard the second half of the sentence: "The rest of you go back. My lesson is over."
"it's over?!"
"Hahaha—finally! I survived!"
The boy who reacted first jumped up suddenly, his voice filled with unbelievable elation, and rubbed his sore arm, spinning around twice on the spot.
The disciple beside him, however, had tears in his eyes and cautiously looked up at him.
"Dean... do you mean you're leaving?"
"Yes, Dean, will you come back to see us again in the future?"
Even more so, some women felt a lump in their throat and cried out.
"Waaaaah, Dean, I was scared of you just now, but now... now I'm a little reluctant to part with you!"
The wind in the training ground stirred up the snow that had fallen to the ground. Mu Qinghan looked at the disciples who had surrounded him, a rare hint of gentleness flashing in his eyes, but he simply nodded slightly.
The next moment, Mu Qinghan raised his right hand towards Butai, and with just a light wave, Butai felt the air around him suddenly freeze, and the scene in front of him instantly distorted.
The bustling crowd and scorching sunlight were instantly replaced by a cool, gloomy atmosphere.
She and Mu Qinghan stood firmly in a dense ancient forest.
Those who remained in place froze, their pupils still reflecting the afterimages of the two figures before they disappeared. It took them a long time to come to their senses.
Afterwards, the crowd gathered in small groups, and discussions arose one after another.
Butai looked around at the towering ancient trees, their gnarled branches blocking out the sun, and the damp scent of grass and trees filling the forest, a stark contrast to the previous liveliness.
She paused slightly, her long eyelashes trembling, then turned to look at Mu Qinghan beside her, her clear eyes filled with doubt, waiting for him to give an explanation.
"Sorry, I didn't ask for your permission."
Mu Qinghan's voice was calm as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with solemnity.
"But I just want you to meet someone... He has waited for you for too long, and longed for you for too long."
"When you see him, don't be afraid. I will ensure your safety. If you don't like him, I will take you away immediately."
Upon hearing Mu Qinghan's promise, Butai's tense shoulders relaxed slightly.
She blinked twice, then slowly nodded at him.
Mu Qinghan smiled calmly when she agreed.
The next second, a wave of magical energy suddenly emanated from his body, and a pale golden halo spread out from him.
Like ripples, it swept across every inch of land and every leaf, instantly enveloping the entire silent forest.
In an instant, a tall figure slowly emerged from the deepest shadows of the dense forest.
The man was so burly that he could almost block out the sliver of light in the forest. He had broad shoulders and a thick back, and every step he took on the fallen leaves felt heavy and sluggish.
His body trembled slightly uncontrollably, his hands raised in front of him, his fingertips still trembling slightly, as if there were some treasure in front of him, which he both wanted to touch and was afraid of disturbing.
What's most unsettling is his eyes.
Those usually resolute eyes were now slightly red, and large tears welled up in their eyes, barely managing to stay within them.
“Princess…”
“My…princess…”
Mu Qinghan looked at Shi Kuan with slight surprise and raised an eyebrow.
She actually...cried?
Butai’s gaze fell on Shi Kuan.
She could clearly feel the almost overflowing power emanating from the other person.
His tall figure was as steady as an iron tower, and even though he deliberately concealed his aura, the oppressive feeling of a strong person could still be faintly felt.
Strangely, she felt no fear whatsoever; instead, a strange sense of familiarity welled up inside her.
Like a spring of melting ice, it is warm and gentle, with a touch of indescribable intimacy.
She seemed to have seen him somewhere before; she seemed to know him very well.
Although... she was certain she had never seen him.
The feeling was strange, and this strange feeling drove her to unconsciously take a small step forward.
Her gaze was fixed on Shi Kuan's face, trying to see... what he looked like.
She seemed to have done this action many times before.
Where is it?
And...when?
Chapter 96 Remember it!
"Princess...I've missed you so much! I've finally seen you..."
"Princess? Are you talking about me? Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"
Butai tilted her head slightly, her jet-black braids sliding over her shoulders with the movement, the silver bells at the ends of her hair swaying gently without making a sound.
Her clear eyes scanned the man before her, first landing on his hill-like shoulders, then sweeping over his broad chest that could block half a door, and finally settling on his face.
Actually, his facial features are quite regular, with high brow bones and a solid nose bridge, it's just his hair...
Butai couldn't help but purse her lips, suppressing a laugh.
It looks exactly like a giant mushroom that sprouts after the rain, round and fluffy on its head, which looks quite comical.
Shi Kuan was completely oblivious to the smile in her eyes; his mind and eyes were filled with the face he had been longing for.
If he knew she was making fun of his hair right now, he probably would have rushed back to Beishan and dragged out that supposedly "time-leading" hairdresser to give him a good beating.
Last night, he specifically instructed that the hairdresser should be "easygoing and handsome." The hairdresser held the scissors and gestured for a long time, saying that the hairstyle was "soft, makes you look younger, and girls will definitely like it."
He looked at himself in the bronze mirror and felt his head lighten a bit, so he foolishly believed it.
But right now, he can't care about any of that.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was filled with the urge to rush forward.
He wanted to hold her in his arms and embrace all the longing he had felt over the past few centuries.
I want to tell her that every night in my dreams I see her.
He wanted to show her how well he had managed Beishan.
He wanted her to know that he now had enough power to protect her completely.
My steps felt like they were made of lead; with each step forward, my heart pounded even harder.
But as soon as he reached her, he suddenly stopped.
No, I can't scare her.
He couldn't bear to see even the slightest hint of fear on her face.
His heart ached at the thought that she would back down because of his recklessness.
Finally, he stopped five meters in front of Butai, his tall body slightly hunched over.
He opened his mouth, but the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat, and in the end, they turned into an even softer murmur.
"Princess...it really is you..."
Shi Kuan's voice trembled, his gaze fixed on Butai's face, unwilling to look away even for a moment.
"You're really strange. I already said I'm not a princess. Oh well, I'll take that as a compliment—hmm... big guy?"
Butai frowned slightly, but the corners of his eyes and brows couldn't hide the smile, and the corners of his mouth turned up gently.
Her usually calm and collected nature suddenly became lively.