The Promotion of the Ghost Moons

Chapter 94 The Promotion of the Ghost Moons

Infinite City is exceptionally lively today.

The powerful Ghost Month, the wandering evil spirits, and the ghost servants driven by desires gather together in this distorted place that transcends spatial logic and geographical common sense.

Muzan Kibutsuji was standing on a suspended terrace.

Today, he had lost his usual refined facade; his pale skin was covered with bulging veins, and his scarlet vertical pupils burned with a fury powerful enough to incinerate everything.

Akaza's defection, and the deaths of Doma and Daki.

The humiliation of losing control was more unbearable for him than the physical pain.

"Nekome, is everyone here?" Muzan's voice was deep, yet it echoed like muffled thunder throughout every corner of the Infinity Castle.

Nakime, sitting in the shadows, lowered her head slightly and plucked the strings with her slender fingers.

Clang!

With that clear, melodious sound, several terrifying figures appeared on the jumbled steps below the terrace.

"How terrifying...so terrifying..."

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In the shadow of the steps, an old and wretched figure was huddled at the edge.

He had a forehead covered in wrinkles and large bumps, and his eyes were bloodshot.

His teeth chattered uncontrollably from extreme fear.

"Lord Muzan's wrath... is like thunder, threatening to shatter this withered body of mine..."

"It's that idiot Douma... He's so incompetent that he's causing you so much worry, it's not my fault..."

Please don't take your anger out on me..."

As he muttered to himself, he secretly glanced at Muzan above with his cloudy eyes, which bore the mark of the Upper Moon.

His humble, ant-like appearance made it impossible to tell that he was the fourth-ranked Upper Moon demon.

"Shut up, you half-dead dog."

Muzan's voice wasn't loud, but it silenced Hantengu like a chicken being choked.

"Hehehe, Prince Half-Heaven Dog is still as cowardly as ever. It's such a comical show that I never get tired of watching."

Another voice came from a porcelain vase not far away.

Upper Moon Five: Gyokko twists its body, which resembles a deformed fish, and slowly spirals out from the narrow mouth of the bottle.

Instead of eyeballs, the eye sockets were occupied by a pair of constantly moving mouths, their tone laced with a morbid obsequiousness: "Compared to that coward, sir, behold this new mourning vessel I've crafted for you!"

"To commemorate the passing of my two colleagues, I collected the finger bones of dozens of craftsmen as decorations; the luster, the lines..."

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"Shut up too, Gyokko." Muzan turned his head, his red vertical pupils contracting and flashing: "I summoned you here not to listen to this meaningless nonsense and to let you show off your cheap art."

"That's right. You should all abide by the duties of your subjects and refrain from speaking out of turn."

A heavy, suffocatingly chilling voice rang out in front of the two ghosts.

It was a swordsman wearing a purple-black checkered kimono. His imposing presence, like a mountain, caused both Hantengu and Gyokko to show expressions of fear.

His six eerie compound eyes moved slightly, and even when facing Muzan, he maintained the rigid and dignified demeanor of a samurai from the Warring States period.

He bowed slightly, his voice low and deep, like the stillness of an ancient well: "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, sir."

This is the strongest demon moon under Muzan, Upper Moon One: Kokushibo.

Kokushibo spoke with peculiar pauses, a custom he maintained since the Sengoku period, a tradition of his samurai family: "To make up for the lost seats, I brought seeds."

As per Muzan's request, if the Demon Moons find a suitable candidate, they can bring them back to the Infinity Castle.

The final battle is about to begin, and Muzan needs henchmen to assist him.

Kokushibo turned slightly to the side, and under the gaze of those six eyes, a young man dressed in a Demon Slayer Corps uniform emerged from the shadows of the pavilion.

The man's face was pale, and cold sweat kept sliding down his temples.

The oppressive aura emanating from the countless evil spirits gathered in this Infinite City had long since made it difficult for him to breathe.

He could barely hold on when facing Kokushibo alone, but the moment he met Muzan, his already fragile courage collapsed instantly.

His knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily onto the wooden floor.

"M-Master!" His voice trembled, but his bloodshot eyes blazed with a hysterical greed: "I am the inheritor of Thunder Breathing! I am a true genius! Give me power, and I can be stronger than anyone else!"

This man is named Kaigaku. He is a swordsman from Momoyama and Zenitsu Agatsuma's senior apprentice.

Kokushibo looked at the young man at his feet and coldly commented, "He is despicable and unscrupulous. His obsession with jealousy will make him powerful."

Muzan looked down at Kaigaku from his high vantage point.

"Breath of Thunder? Do you know an ugly blonde woman? She killed my Daki."

"A blond Thunder Breathing swordsman? Women... there don't seem to be any women... but there are ugly men! My junior brother!"

Kaigaku was afraid that his answer would displease Muzan, so he tried his best to perfect his answer, making it seem superfluous and verbose.

"Junior brother? Never mind, whatever you want, come here."

He stretched out his hand, and sharp nails suddenly grew from the tips of his five fingers, while a strong, pungent stench of blood filled the air.

Kaigaku crawled forward on his knees a few steps, then raised his hands, like a beggar waiting for divine mercy.

"Although you are very weak, I'm looking forward to seeing how those damned demon hunters will react when they hear about you..."

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Muzan didn't intend to make him drink blood; instead, he directly stabbed his fingernails into Muzan's forehead.

The cursed blood roared and poured into the young man's body.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

Kaigaku let out a scream that sounded like his throat was being torn apart, and his body began to twist unnaturally.

The blood vessels on the surface of the skin bulged out one by one, and the misty air waves of Thunder Breathing were stained with a murky black at this moment.

This transformation continued for some time until Yue could no longer make a sound and lay on the ground, barely alive.

"From this day forward, you are Upper Moon Six." Muzan withdrew his hand, disgustedly flicking the remaining blood from his fingertips: "I want you to personally rip the demon slayer's internal organs out in the final battle."

"Yes...yes! Master!" Du Yue knelt on the ground, responding to Muzan's command in a weak voice.

The newly injected blood transformed into black arcs of electricity, leaping between his lips and teeth with each breath.

He felt an unprecedented power, a sense of strength that brought ultimate satisfaction to his twisted heart.

Seeing this, Half-Headed Dog huddled in the corner and muttered, "Terrible... the new Lu? Young people these days are getting more and more ambitious..."

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Muzan ignored Kaigaku and turned his gaze to the Biwa woman, who sat higher up and remained silent.

"Nekome, your control over this Infinity Castle has reached its limit." Muzan's hand clenched in the air, causing the entire spatial structure of the Infinity Castle to tremble: "I need you to become stronger. Your eyes must cover every inch of shadow in this space, and your will must spread to every corner of this city."

"I want those demon hunters to hear the sound of your pipa even after they die."

"Yes, sir." Muzan's tentacles pierced Nakime's neck, and demon blood flowed continuously into her through the tentacles.

Her hair began to spread and grow, becoming like vines covering the entire wall, eventually revealing a single eye on her face.

Within the single eye, the engraving rapidly rotates and reconstructs, finally settling on—Upper Moon Four.

With a flick of her finger, the space of the Infinite City expanded at an unprecedented speed.

The original pavilions have been transformed into a deeper labyrinth, with countless traps and folded spaces emerging in the darkness, giving the entire city an eerie vitality.

"Next, we'll move on to the seating arrangements." Muzan looked at Hantengu and Gyokko.

"Hantengu, fill in for Upper Moon Two. I don't want to see you hiding in the shadows crying anymore. In the final battle, I want you to give it your all."

"Summon Zangpotian to come out and drag all those pillars into the abyss of despair!"

"Jade Pot, to fill the vacancy of the third waxing moon. If your bottles cannot be filled with the heads of pillars, then burn yourself to ashes."

The two demons accepted the order with trepidation. Although Gyokuko was somewhat unwilling to be ranked after Hantengu, under Muzan's captivating gaze, she had no choice but to shake her body desperately to show her obedience.

"Finally, it's this one."

Muzan turned his head and looked into the cold, dark corner deep within the Infinity Castle.

A male ghost dressed in samurai attire, with a strange short spear tucked into his waistband, sat quietly on a dilapidated wooden stool.

His face was covered with several layers of yellowish bandages, completely obscuring his eyes, with the words "Heart's Eye" written on them.

Holding a rough rag, he was slowly wiping the heavy shield with tortoise shell patterns in his hand.

Noticing Muzan's gaze, he quickly bowed and said, "Lord Muzan..."

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