The Ghost King Strikes

Chapter 101 The Ghost King Strikes

In the days that followed, tragedies continued to occur outside, and crows would occasionally send reports of evil spirits wreaking havoc in various places, massacring civilians, and attacking the house with wisteria patterns.

However, the entire Demon Slayer Corps displayed remarkable restraint.

Everyone had entered a state of pent-up madness—all their anger, grief, and resentment had been transformed into a near-self-torturous motivation for training by these young swordsmen.

In the courtyard, the sound of wooden swords striking each other continued from dawn until late at night.

Even the most mild-mannered team members now wielded their knives with a ruthless intent to perish together.

The bird stood by the waterfall on the back mountain, looking at the rushing torrent below.

Beside him stood two solemn-faced elders and his colleagues.

Wearing a tengu mask, Urokodaki Sakonji's voice was hoarse yet powerful: "Your breathing and sword technique are almost perfect, Storm Pillar. If you can master the flow and circulation of Water Breathing, you will be able to further tame the violent power within you."

Giyu Tomioka remained silent, wielding his Nichirin Blade under Urokodaki's command, drawing streaks of azure light in the air.

"Military tactics are not fixed, just as water has no constant shape," said Linlong.

"Water can flow silently, or it can split mountains and cleave rocks. Because it has no shape, it can take on any shape."

"Become water, bird, learn to flow between softness and strength."

Feiniao closed his eyes and gripped the scythe at his waist.

The longsword seemed to sense its master's state of mind, emitting low hums.

He began to try adjusting his breathing according to the method taught by Urokodaki.

Now, his breathing technique is no longer just a martial art to strengthen his body; it's more like a concept he uses to find ways to utilize his own power.

By integrating spiritual energy into his breathing, his power is no longer limited to a single move.

"The power of fire is to be fierce; the flow of water is to be continuous..." the bird murmured to itself.

Strange phenomena began to appear around his body, with a spiraling energy mixed with deep blue and dark red surging forth, which made Urokodaki, who had only learned mortal martial arts, look serious.

"Thunder surges forth, swift and decisive; wind rages, unrestrained and free..."

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"And also, the all-encompassing, steadfast rock..."

With the ancient scrolls left behind by Ubuyashiki and the complete guidance of the rock pillar and water pillar, he is trying to integrate all the breathing energy into a completely new breathing method.

Is this the Breath of the Sun? He didn't know.

But he could sense that his physical strength was now far beyond that of ordinary people.

The bird suddenly opened its eyes and slashed out with its long sword.

A strange, hot, dark red sword aura burst forth from the tip of his blade.

The sword energy intertwined in the air, vaguely forming a burning sun with sharp edges.

In that instant, the waterfall's flow was abruptly cut off by an invisible force.

Even the cascading water, unable to disperse the burning sword energy for a long time, instead fell from both sides.

This sword strike did not unleash the power of the stolen beast; it was entirely his sword energy that stirred the spiritual particles in the air.

Urokodaki Sakonji's pupils contracted violently behind the mask.

He sensed destruction in this power, something purer than any demon, something he had never seen before.

Giyu Tomioka also gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The bird sheathed its sword and gently stroked its chest.

My lungs and internal organs were aching slightly; this breathing method, which forcibly integrated spiritual energy, put a tremendous strain on my internal organs.

"It's definitely different." Asuka looked at her hands and muttered to herself.

In the past few days, he has watched Tanjiro Kamado demonstrate Hinokami Kagura on several occasions.

It was a sacred dance, like a divine dance, each move carrying a compassion and majesty that illuminates all things.

And that move I just made...

"It seems my Sun Breathing doesn't have the warmth of sunlight," Asuka said calmly.

But that should be enough.

Those who exhaust their paths will ultimately find the same destination.

Asuka doesn't care if her power is slightly distorted, as long as she can behead Muzan Kibutsuji.

Three more days passed.

On this day, Asuka encountered Tanjiro, who was carrying a huge box and walking hurriedly, on his way to the training ground.

"Mr. Asuka!" Tanjiro stopped in his tracks, the markings on his forehead seeming even deeper than they had a few days ago. "Has your training progressed?"

"I guess I've found some direction." Asuka looked into the boy's clear eyes. "And you? Is your body able to handle it?"

"No problem! Mr. Rengoku gave me a lot of guidance, and I feel that Hinokami Kagura's movements are becoming more and more fluid!" Tanjiro was tired, but his eyes were unusually bright.

"But... Zenitsu...."

"What's wrong with him?" Asuka frowned.

Ever since the news of Kuwajima Jigoro committing seppuku came from Momoyama, that cowardly boy has completely changed.

"He's been in the back mountains for three days and three nights now," Tanjiro said with concern. "He won't talk to us, and he won't let anyone near him."

"I could feel that the thunder there... had become very sad."

The bird remained silent for a moment, then looked towards the direction of the back mountain.

There, one could indeed faintly see golden lightning flashing beneath the dark clouds.

Did that boy who used to cry and shout for girls eventually grow into a true swordsman through blood and tears?

"Let him go." Asuka walked past Tanjiro and continued on her way: "Some mountains can only be climbed alone. Some grudges can only be avenged alone."

Late at night, at the Ubuyashiki mansion.

The moonlight tonight is exceptionally bleak, and the thick clouds are like a giant shroud, completely obscuring the starlight.

Because Shinobu Kocho was still recovering from serious injuries, the task of coordinating medical care for the entire mansion fell to Aoi Kanzaki and several younger team members.

To avoid distracting the Pillars fighting on the front lines, news about the Lord's worsening condition and Shinobu's serious injuries is being kept strictly confidential.

Inside the house, Ubuyashiki Amane and her two children were quietly keeping watch over Kagaya.

By this time, Yaozai was so exhausted that he barely had the strength to speak.

His body exuded a faint smell of decay, and he was wrapped in bandages, yet he always faced the direction of the courtyard.

"They're here..."

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Yaozai suddenly uttered two words in an extremely soft voice.

Tianyin, who was standing guard nearby, was startled.

She heard no sound and felt no breath.

But in the very next second, the entire wisteria grove of the Ubuyashiki mansion withered in an instant.

An unprecedented, oppressive malice that made one want to vomit instantly enveloped the entire mansion.

From the shadows of the courtyard, a man dressed in a suit and a white tuxedo slowly emerged.

His movements were as elegant as those of a gentleman attending a dinner party.

But those scarlet vertical pupils were filled with madness and violence accumulated over thousands of years.

The ancestor of ghosts, Oni Wu Tsuji Mukai.

"Finally... I've met you... Muzan... I knew you would come to kill me personally..."

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"Ubuyashiki..." Muzan spoke softly, his tone filled with arrogance, "I find it truly disappointing."

His self-sunlight swept across the tightly closed door and across the seemingly unguarded courtyard.

In his perception, there was indeed no trace of those annoying pillars here.

It seems the intelligence was correct; those self-proclaimed righteous guys have all been tied down in various places by the ragtag thugs he sent out.

"Ugly...what an ugly sight..."

Kibutsuji Muzan stood in front of Ubuyashiki Kagaya.

He looked down at the terminally ill Kagaya, just as he looked down at his own past when he was terminally ill.

A surge of joy welled up inside me.

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