Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 71 New Uses of Hidden Meanings
Even with the wire dragging, the darts fired from the stun gun can reach speeds of fifty to sixty-five meters per second, which, while not as fast as pistol bullets, are far beyond the reach of the human eye.

Unfortunately, Yujian possessed a pair of eagle eyes.

A thousand-mile eye that can see its prey across vast distances.

A sharp eye capable of detecting moving objects at speeds of nearly 400 yards.

A golden ring lit up around the iris. Without drawing his sword, Yu Jian merely raised the hilt slightly to deflect the electrified dart, then appeared behind the three security guards as if by teleportation.

Natural Mind-Body Flow - Shrinking Earth.

He didn't use any force; the other person was just doing their job. He wasn't some demon from hell; at most, he just knocked the person unconscious.

This scene left a certain idol, who was secretly peeking through the crack in the door at the corridor, dumbfounded. She instinctively bit her sleeve to keep from screaming.

The young swordsman standing between the three 'corpses' (not really) had a calm and indifferent look in his eyes, as if he was contemplating the mysteries of life and death (in fact, he was calculating the sentence and his escape route).

It's just like a sword and spear movie!

As a fan of Akemi Hayashihara's works, Ms. Hayashihara screamed wildly in her heart.

Yu Jian turned around and saw a look of astonishment on the other person's face. He raised his index finger to his lips to make a 'shh' gesture, signaling the other person to be quiet and to close the door.

Turning around, he found that the illusory image of the small snake had disappeared.

It seems to have gone to deliver a message. I wonder who its owner is?
Unexpectedly, before Yu Jian returned to the ward, he heard the argument still going on inside, seemingly oblivious to what was happening outside.

"Psychic? Hmph, what a foreign term. The ancient term 'cultivator,' originating from our superior country, is so much more aesthetically pleasing. So, an amateur is an amateur."

"In short, I won't allow my brother to stay in a place like this." The indignant voice from before continued to pour out.

"What can a hospital full of ordinary people do? The curse that my elder brother suffered back then could not be dispelled even by the shrine's chief priest. If he hadn't cultivated the Hokushin Dream Stream to the level of his predecessors, he might not have been able to hold on until now."

"Do you know that there are only a handful of researchers in the entire world who are proficient in the unorthodox power of curses? It will not be possible to bring them back in a short time."

"As for killing the source of the curse, you have no right to say that, since you have never even studied the true ancient sword techniques."

This guy is clearly making excuses...

However, it does sound more natural to call someone a spiritual practitioner than someone with psychic abilities.

As for Yu Jian personally, the title of "cultivator" also aligns with his dream of martial arts and immortals.

We Easterners are like this: when we are young, we hope to achieve success in our careers, but after we have achieved success, we hope to retire to the mountains and forests, live a carefree life, and find true inner peace in solitude.

but……

Despite the different reasons, their thoughts align with those of people who exude an aura of decay from the inside out...

Ugh, Yujian felt a surge of annoyance, and was just thinking about whether he should go in and throw that person out the window, just like the angry Czech people threw their mayor out the window in 1419.

However, something is strange: why didn't the cultivator who summoned the spirit reveal his whereabouts? Theoretically, the other party should have already been aware of his existence.

"If you don't dare to go, then hand over Beichen Mengxiang to me, and I'll go and kill that guy!"

Tianyu Lingyin let out a low growl. Although she was filled with anger, her voice was softer than the other person's, probably because she didn't want to disturb her adoptive father who was sleeping in the ward.

"How could I possibly teach an outsider like you? Unless... you're willing to marry into the younger generation of the family, then we might consider it based on your swordsmanship talent and your status as the adopted daughter of my eldest brother." At the end, the voice even carried a hint of what it thought was a kind smile.

"you!"

"Rin-chan, am I right? These old fogies are still living in the last century. It's impossible for them to become enlightened." A third voice came from inside the house; it was a woman's voice.

"Who are you, you strangely dressed fellow?"

"I am Motoko Hideya, the current president of Hideya Corporation."

"The Steel House lineage of mechanics obsessed with heretical doctrines? I heard you became the dogs of the America people."

"Don't put it so harshly. At most, it's just accepting investment and obtaining some technology transfer."

"Hmph, say what you will, but she is still the adopted daughter of the Chiba family. Even if she didn't inherit the ancient lineage, she's not someone you third-rate people can covet!"

"You!" Amane Suzune was furious at the other party's shamelessness, but her voice carried the suppressed anger of a trapped beast. "Hahaha, that's quite amusing." Motoko Hideya laughed instead of getting angry.

"Chiba Hideyoshi, is it? The acting head of a mere fallen exorcist family, what right do you have to look down on our society?"

"Besides, at least we'll sign a labor contract with Miss Tianyu and pay her sufficient wages. What about you? You expect her to give up everything with just a flimsy promise? That's ridiculous!"

"We're almost at the turn of the millennium, let's put away that outdated feudalism. I'm not demanding that you all emulate the great nation's unwavering commitment to the path of prosperity, but at least try some form of capitalism, okay? Please, we're all modern people, after all!"

Motoko Hideko's voice, tinged with amusement and undisguised mockery, immediately excited the guy on the other end named Hideyoshi Chiba.

But he was clearly no match for Motoko Hideya. After only a few words, he started cursing and shouting, which made him seem very tasteless.

Yu Jian squeezed out a "川" character between his brows. Although he had long guessed about the current situation of the local world on the Japanese island, such an undisguised and despicable face still made him very unhappy. His hand subconsciously pressed on the hilt of his sword.

This is clearly a case of taking advantage of someone's family's wealth, isn't it? And they sound like they're brothers.

Suddenly, the voice of Motoko Steel House came from inside the house.

"Are the friends outside still planning to listen?"

"What?" the others exclaimed in surprise.

Yu Jian didn't reply, but pushed the door open and entered.

"who are you?"

The person who asked the question was a middle-aged man with a slightly balding head, dressed in Wu clothing, and somewhat out of shape. Behind him stood several rather strong young men, also dressed in Wu clothing, with exquisite samurai swords at their waists that clearly violated the "Gongdao Law," looking like swordsmen straight out of a history book.

Yu Jian could tell at a glance that these people had all practiced swordsmanship, but the middle-aged bald man had most likely abandoned it, as evidenced by his out-of-shape body and cloudy eyes.

In addition, the three people inside the room reacted differently.

The woman who called herself Motoko Hideya was dressed as a bunny girl, which made one's eyelids twitch; it was unclear what her fetish was. Her gaze held scrutiny and surprise, as well as a hint of delight at finding an unexpected treasure.

Behind her stood a man who was over two meters tall, with extremely developed muscles that made him look like a double-door refrigerator or a brown bear standing upright. He wore a black suit that fit the stereotype of a bodyguard, and even in the room he wore sunglasses and remained silent.

But Yu Jian could feel the gaze directed at him, which actually made him feel a little stinging, just like the sense of crisis that naturally arises when swordsmen meet on a narrow path because of the other's presence.

What a man!

In contrast, the other people in the ward posed little threat.

Amane Suzune's eyes were filled with astonishment; she had clearly recognized Mitsuki from his school uniform and figure.

As for the remaining bald guy and the small fry around him, oh, they're not important.

"I am Chiba Hideyoshi, the thirteenth successor of the Hokushin Musou-ryu school! Answer me, who are you?!"

The swordsman's almost dismissive gaze clearly angered the other party, who became increasingly agitated, even shouting for the young swordsmen behind him to drive the other party out. He was most likely looking for an excuse to vent his anger on others because of what had just happened.

It's also possible that randomly starting monsters is a common problem among local idiots throughout history.

Yu Jian gripped the hilt with his backhand, intending to exhale and make a sound to intimidate the others with Yin Yi's "Chizha" sword strike, but he suddenly remembered Tian Yu Lingyin's introduction to Yin Yi.

If I am already a sword master, is it necessary to completely replicate the relevant actions?

If we're simply borrowing ideas and mental states...

Using a sword as a medium and leveraging sound waves to amplify its influence, the "Dominating Sword" technique is undoubtedly creative, but the creator's will it embodies relies solely on the ferocity of a beast to intimidate opponents, which is hardly ingenious.

Even in its earliest use, the sword transformed its rough and fierce nature into a domineering force that could subdue all enemies head-on, like the King of Qin wielding his whip or the Overlord charging into battle.

As the saying goes, reason doesn't lie in the volume of one's voice; actions speak louder than words.

Without uttering a word of rebuke, Yu Jian held the hilt of his sword with one hand in an almost relaxed posture, while raising the other hand to eyebrow level.

Then, he snapped his fingers.

Snapped--

(End of this chapter)