Chapter 22 Unreasonable tantrums were completely exposed.

The snow on the path outside the back mountain had just melted, and the ground was still covered with a thin layer of ice, which would make a "crunch" sound when you stepped on it.

Hearing voices, she casually pulled her hair up and shuffled the toes of her shoes back and forth on the ground, wondering if she would slip and fall.

If you don't stop in time, you'll definitely roll into a heap and get all your clothes dirty.

Hearing voices, he lowered his head and looked at his exquisitely patterned outer robe with great appreciation.

He was very poor from a young age. During the years when the clan chief moved away, he hardly ever touched a copper coin.

When he wanted to eat steamed buns, he would go up the mountain to pick some clean, fresh wild fruits, and then find a kind-looking shopkeeper to exchange for a freshly baked steamed bun.

Now that it has been adopted by the mountain god, it is even more careful in handling these hard-won things.

After thinking for a moment, he took a half step back and decided to wait for the mountain god to come and take him away.

While waiting, I heard voices and squatted down on the spot. I picked up a small stick and started drawing circles on the wet ground to pass the time.

"Sixteen is the age of adulthood, and now it's fifteen... so there's only one year left before you enter the Golden Core stage."

Although he was far from being old enough to enter the world of cultivation, Wen Rensheng could no longer suppress his desire to become a chivalrous hero. He wished he could put on his armor and go out to uphold justice the very next day.

He muttered to himself as he drew a small dog sitting on the ground.

"Then we'll have to pester the mountain god for a whole year to cultivate ourselves properly..."

"Who are you bothering?"

“Put yourself in the mountain god’s hands,” Wenrensheng answered to himself. “Although my master is very powerful, he is the God of Literature, while the mountain god is the God of War. It would be better to learn martial arts from the mountain god.”

Halfway through his sentence, Wen Rensheng looked up and unexpectedly met He Mu's eyes.

"Uh, Mountain God! You, you, you—"

Startled by the sound of voices, he instinctively tried to back away.

But the slope was steep, and he had been crouching, so he couldn't control his body very well. Hearing the voices, he swayed and quickly lost his balance. He looked like he was about to fall backward.

"It's going to fall!" someone shouted.

Fortunately, Mu grabbed his hand in time and pulled him up, thus saving Wen Rensheng from disaster.

"You haven't spoken to anyone in years, and you're reacting so strongly?" He Mu smiled, picked up Wen Rensheng, and placed her on a flatter surface. "Stay put and don't move. I'll take you down on my sword."

After saying that, he raised his hand and made a sword gesture.

A clear, ringing sound came from the valley not far away, followed by a flash of silver light. Upon hearing the voices, one immediately felt a strong gust of wind pressing down on their face.

He quickly shielded his eyes with his hand and said against the wind, "It's not a big reaction at all. It's just that the mountain god always suddenly... cough cough, suddenly talks to me. It's very scary!"

He smiled without saying a word. He firmly grasped the approaching Se Sha from not far away and flicked his wrist to perform a sword flourish.

As the wind gradually subsided, I opened my eyes again upon hearing voices and immediately saw the long-lost mountain god's sword.

The sword is still the same as before, with the plum blossom pattern on the blade glowing white, surrounded by a cold mist, and it is forged with exquisite skill.

Hearing voices and seeing it, I couldn't help but think of my own tattered "Number One Divine Sword Under Heaven".

Since it was given to He Mu, although it was put to good use once, it never had a chance to be used again and was mostly kept by He Mu as a small ornament.

Now that five years have passed, I wonder if Mu still has it?

Something that looks so ugly must have been thrown away long ago.

Thinking this, Wen Rensheng pouted somewhat dejectedly.

They clearly agreed that it was a keepsake for them... but only I remember it!

I hate the mountain god so much!

He Mugang, who was standing next to her, had just stepped onto the platform and was about to bring Wenrensheng up when he turned around and found that his little ancestor was unhappy again.

He Mu asked, completely bewildered, "You were just happy, why the sudden long face?"

Hearing the voice, he glanced at He Mu's waist and indeed didn't see the small wooden sword, which made him feel even more upset.

He gave He Mu a resentful look and reluctantly took his hand.

“I’m not upset,” Wenrensheng said, stepping onto the sword with the help of the voice. He casually asked, “Where’s that really ugly little wooden sword? The mountain god should have already lost it.”

He Mu glanced at him.

"You want it back?"

Hearing a soft hum from someone, he immediately denied it, saying, "I'm already fifteen. Toys like that are too childish and not suitable for me anymore."

He paused, glanced at the monstrous figure at his feet, and said, "I want to use a real sword."

With a flick of his fingers, Mu sent the Color Killer flying steadily into the air.

"Want to learn swordsmanship?" he said while riding his sword. "Sure, I'll teach you. You can graduate in half a year."

Before ascending, He Mu was considered a half-sword cultivator, but his swordsmanship was too unorthodox, he had no legitimate master, and he lacked any sword ethics. He was kicked out of the sword cultivator sect as soon as he reached the Nascent Soul stage, and in the end, he ascended as a rogue cultivator.

However, there's no need to follow any rules when it comes to swordsmanship, and Mu is very confident that he can teach Wenrensheng.

Wen Rensheng, who was standing to the side, wanted to speak, but when Se Sha flew up, he panicked a little.

In the past, when he went down the mountain with Mu, he relied on Mu's Shrinking Earth Technique and almost never flew on a sword.

Even if there were any, it was when Mu held him in her arms and flew low, which made her feel very safe.

But now, standing behind He Mu, he could see a terrifying, hundred-foot-wide snowfield when he looked down, which was extremely impactful.

...So high!

Hearing voices, he became a little nervous. He instinctively hugged He Mu's waist, buried his face in his back, and dared not look.

He Mu felt the warm embrace behind her and teased him with a light laugh, "Are you afraid of heights?"

Hearing a voice, he hummed in response and whispered, "If you fall, you'll die. It must hurt a lot."

"Would I tell you to fall?" He Mu covered the hand that heard the voice on his waist. "Don't be afraid, Sheng Sheng."

He Mu's palm was warm; his hand was much bigger than his own, almost big enough to enclose Wen Rensheng's entire hand in his fist.

When they used to sleep together, Mu always liked to hold his hands, cup them in his palms, and kiss them again and again, saying that he smelled like a puppy.

Thinking of this, Hearing the voice made her heart race a little, and her earlobes flushed slightly.

Would the mountain god, who treated him so well, really throw away such an important keepsake?

"Probably not..." Hearing someone's voice, he muttered to himself.

He Mu seemed to have heard this. He slowed down his sword-riding speed slightly, loosened his collar, and pulled out a hanging rope with one finger.

"You're looking for this?"

Upon hearing this, Wenren looked up in the direction of the voice, and as he saw what it was, his pupils widened slightly.

At the end of the rope, a piece of apricot-yellow amber hung, while the small wooden sword he had given her was shrunk several times and solidified in the center of the amber, now swaying brightly before his eyes.

He Mu explained, "I used it once last time and it got covered in blood. I filtered it with water-repellent beads for a long time. When I'm not using it, I shrink it and seal it up."

After saying that, he turned around and smiled at the voices he heard: "Did you think I was lost?"

Her thoughts were exposed, and a blush rose from her earlobes to her cheeks as she listened to the voice.

He reached out and haphazardly pushed He Mu's face, hastily explaining, "No way! Watch where you're going, you're going to crash!"

"Haha, I've never mastered swordsmanship—hey, watch out! Hold on tight!"

"Whoa! Wait, wait... uh, we're going to fall!"

"..."

*

Yi Jinxiang and Wenren Jing waited at the back of the mountain until sunset, but they didn't even see a trace of the two of them.

The usually proud and self-possessed Wenquxing endured it again and again, until he was almost crushing the fan in his hand, before finally standing up and asking through gritted teeth:

"I've really been waiting for a long time, haven't I?"

She was so angry that snake scales popped out from the corners of her eyebrows. Wenren Jing was shocked and quickly covered the eyes of the rabbit in his arms.

"Yes, yes, it has been a long time, but you, you, you calm down!"

Yi Jinxiang closed her eyes, exhaled a long breath, and said, word by word, "You little brat..."

Before he could finish speaking, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the nearby hilltop!

The two looked in the same direction and saw a blinding flash of light, accompanied by a boy's cry of "Help!" The ancient mountain was cleaved in two, and half of the mountain slowly slid down the cut, raising a huge cloud of mist.

In the heart of the dust and fog, a figure could be seen leaping up, using the broken mountain as leverage!

Then, with a few "whoosh" sounds, the person's toes touched several pine trees in the dense forest, and he was using his lightness skill to quickly rush towards Yi Jinxiang's direction.

Yi Jinxiang squinted, just about to identify the figure, but unexpectedly, the person's lightness skill was superb, and in the blink of an eye, the person had already landed in front of everyone from eight hundred miles away.

As it landed, a gust of wind swept around it, clearing away all the fog.

This time, Yi Jinxiang saw clearly that the dangerous commotion just now was caused by He Mu.

He stopped in front of Yi Jinxiang and the other two, with a boy with a ponytail in his arms, who was Wen Rensheng.

Hearing the voice, she clung tightly to He Mu's neck with both hands, her eyes closed, as if she wanted to hang on him. She kept shouting in shock, "How scary!" "I'm going to be thrown to my death by the mountain god!" She looked really frightened.

He Mu took a breath and said in a low voice, "Alright, alright, we're on the ground now, come down."

Hearing someone's voice, she shouted "No!" and pulled her arms around Mu even tighter.

"Didn't you say you never crash into mountains when you fly on your sword?" he complained, his voice trembling with tears. "I was clearly thrown out just now!!"

He Mu was also sweating bullets. He was so engrossed in finding Wen Rensheng that he didn't notice the mountain in front of him. When he turned to kill Wen Rensheng, he accidentally flung him away.

Fortunately, he was skilled in light-footed martial arts and caught Wenrensheng immediately after cutting through the mountain.

But this kid, who's experiencing sword-flying for the first time, is probably under a lot of psychological pressure, and might not want to fly swords again in the future.

"…………"

He Mu looked up, exchanged glances with Yi Jinxiang and Wenren Jing for a while, then awkwardly lowered his head and forced himself to coax Wenren Sheng in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Sheng Sheng, I was wrong," He Mu said patiently. "What would you like to eat tonight? I'll make it up to you, okay?"

Hearing the voice, she shook her head, then snuggled closer to him, muttering something under her breath, sounding utterly aggrieved.

Seeing this, He Mu sighed helplessly and conceded another step: "Okay, okay, then I'll do whatever you want me to do. Can you come down first?"

The soul, awakened by the sound of voices, paused for a moment, caught its breath, nuzzled against He Mu, and said in a huff:

"...I don't want to be a sword cultivator anymore."

He Mu felt ticklish from being rubbed by him. He opened his mouth, his gaze sometimes rising and sometimes falling, and he seemed a little at a loss.

Having finally seen enough, Yi Jinxiang lowered her eyes, coughed lightly, and uttered a leisurely sentence:

"I didn't expect you to be so clingy."

After she finished speaking, she paused, then added,

"A voice? Great hero?"

"..."

He and Mu Huaili's voice suddenly seemed to be frozen in place, not moving at all.

Then, he felt a tingling sensation travel from his tailbone all the way to the back of his neck, followed by a burning heat that could almost burn off his eyebrows, making his cheeks instantly turn bright red.

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Author's Note: To maintain the ranking, I won't update at 0:00 tomorrow; I'll update at 23:00 instead. [kissing emojis]