Demon Progenitor Development Project

The doctor returned to his residence and removed a stone that resembled the shape of a heart.

This is a medicinal herb left behind by my mentor from the Tang Dynasty.

This stone heart possesses medicinal properties unmatched by any other medicinal material, making it a highly nourishing tonic among highly nourishing substances.

Looking at the medicinal material that resembled a stone, the doctor's gaze turned serious. The problem with the medicine's efficacy must be because he hadn't fully grasped its properties. He needed to study it further and couldn't disappoint Fujiwara-sama.

"Yoshiro, get the fire ginseng from the medicine cabinet..." The doctor rattled off a list of medicinal herbs, instructing the young apprentice sent by the Fujiwara Kita family to fetch them.

The young apprentice paused only for a moment on that strange stone heart before smiling and going to fetch the medicinal herbs.

The doctor bit his finger and smeared the blood onto the stone heart.

The bloodstains gradually disappeared.

The stone heart, having absorbed the blood, pulsed for a fleeting moment, its iron-gray surface turning deep red, revealing the blood vessels within.

Stone Heart has come back to life?!

This strange phenomenon lasted only a moment, and the stone heart returned to its dusty gray appearance.

A pupil outside the window took in this strange phenomenon.

At the same time, Muzan's biological father, Ubuyashiki Eiji, also came to visit his sickly son.

Eiji Ubuyashiki came after hearing that Muzan had recovered.

Upon learning that Ubuyashiki Eiji had rushed over to visit, Shugo, with a grim expression, let the old fox in.

Shugo: As expected of an old fox, he knew so quickly.

After the father and son met, they had nothing to say to each other after a few conversations.

Ubuyashiki Eiji gazed at the lavishly decorated bedroom, a subtle expression on his face.

This is not a place for his foolish son to live.

And his sickly son seems to be much healthier?

Most of the prevailing trends are merely superficial and pretentious; this Fujiwara no Shugo probably doesn't actually like men.

After showing his concern, Eiji Ubuyashiki strolled along the path, encountering several acquaintances along the way, and greeted them in a very friendly manner.

This included the steward responsible for looking after Muzan.

After a round of polite exchanges...

Ubuyashiki Eiji asked with a worried look, "Tsukihiko has never been close to me. How is his condition?"

"Your son's health is improving, and he should be fully recovered soon." The middle-aged steward, who witnessed the strange events of last night, smiled somewhat reluctantly.

Ubuyashiki Eiji seemed to be deep in thought, and tapped the door from the side.

Seeing the manager's increasingly impatient expression, Ubuyashiki Eiji promptly ended the conversation.

Ubuyashiki Eiji's smile faded; was he silenced?

What has happened in the last few days? It's related to Tsukihiko.

He had consulted a doctor who said that the child wouldn't survive, so he gave up on him.

A child destined to die, he rationally chose to stay away.

But can congenital weaknesses be cured?

Was it really just his imagination that day?

Ubuyashiki Eiji narrowed his eyes, his expression warm and gentle like a spring breeze.

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The doctor used up an unknown amount of medicine, which made the manager in charge of expenses turn pale, and finally a conclusion was reached.

"In other words, if we want to improve the prescription, we also need an adjuvant medicine."

"Yes, sir, this blue spider lily only grows near my hometown. I must go back to gather the herbs," the physician said while organizing the prescription.

Ren Guang glanced at the physician whom the young master had specifically instructed to keep a close eye on.

"The Fujiwara Kita family will send someone to prepare the carriage frame. Please make sure the doctor brings this medicine back."

The doctor was completely bewildered as they quickly packed the person into the car and set off on a light and easy journey.

Ren Guang personally packed up the stone heart and took it away, waiting for his young master to return.

Today, Fujiwara Shugo invited the younger generation who are close to the Fujiwara Hokuke family to go hunting in the outskirts of Kyoto to strengthen their bonds and expand their social circle.

After becoming the head of the family, one is forced to engage in social interactions.

Riding on his miniature horse, Shugo tried his best to smile and face life with a smile.

Socially anxious individuals are trying to disguise themselves as social terrorists.

Dressed in hunting attire, with a sword at his waist and a quiver on his back, Hiraga nocked arrows into his crossbow.

A clear, ringing sound rang out.

A few meters away, the snow-white rabbit released by the samurai was nailed to the grass, and scarlet blood gushed out, staining the rabbit skin red.

Those around him praised him highly, exclaiming in admiration of Shugo's bravery.

A gentle breeze was blowing, the green grass was bending low, and there was a vibrant spring scene. A campfire had already been lit at the campsite.

Hiiragi narrowed his eyes contentedly.

Suddenly someone shouted, "The horse has gone mad!"

He quickly moved backward, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a servant raising a long whip and lashing the horse hard.

Dozens of horses broke free of their reins and ran wildly in all directions, occasionally bumping into people and trampling them.

Exclamations of surprise rang out.

Avoiding the runaway horse, the overly smooth cut of the broken reins flashed by.

Hiiragi's pupils contracted.

This was planned long ago. Who was behind it?

The alarm suddenly went off.

A poisoned arrow, hidden amidst screams, hurtled straight toward Hiiragi.

In Hiiragi's eyes, the arrow was approaching him with both extreme speed and slowness.

Is he the target?

Shugo rolled away to dodge the deadly arrow, then quickly got up and used a cart frame as cover.

Who instigated it?

Who has such a deep-seated hatred for him?

The relationships among the nobles of Kyoto were intricate and complex; upon closer examination, they were all related. He had a good reputation and, although he didn't have deep friendships with anyone, he maintained a superficial camaraderie with everyone.

Only high-ranking nobles of the same level would have the opportunity to put on such a show.

Genji? Ping family? Or the emperor?

This is breaking the rules!

Who plays like this? Is this person crazy?

Although Shugo had already cursed the mastermind behind this group of assassins to the bone in his mind, reality did not allow him to escape, because a group of ferocious assassins was attacking him right in front of him.

Shugo took a deep breath, trying to regulate his disordered breathing and calm his inner panic before drawing his weapon to fight.

At the same time, the samurai and servants from the Fujiwara Kita family surrounding him saw this and immediately drew their weapons, engaging the assassins in a fierce battle.

At this moment, Shugo secretly rejoiced that he hadn't removed his equipment because he found the bow and arrow too heavy; otherwise, he would probably be in an even more dangerous situation.

He quickly scanned the surrounding crowd engaged in fierce fighting and discovered that some of the assassins were dressed as ordinary servants, clearly spies who had infiltrated during the chaos.

The other group of assassins wore simple, lightweight yet neat clothing and sturdy armor.

In the fierce battle where cold weapons clashed, whether or not one possessed armor was a matter of life and death.

Just then, a huge katana came crashing down on Shugo, who quickly raised his own blade to parry.

With a crisp "crack," the broadsword in the assassin's hand snapped in two!

Knives like the katana are usually quite thin. While they excel in sharpness, they are relatively less hard.

Due to this sudden turn of events, the assassin wielding the broken sword had no time to react before Shugo seized the opportunity and beheaded him.

In an instant, a stream of warm blood gushed out from the severed neck of the assassin, splashing directly onto Shugo's face like a red fountain.

Shugo suddenly felt nauseous and almost vomited. He forced himself to resist the urge to wipe away the blood, as his vision had now turned completely red.