Demon Progenitor Development Project

Yusuke and the others in the crowd looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Have we hurt them?" Yusuke murmured.

Xia Nai's voice grew increasingly cold.

"It's obvious."

After hesitating for a while, Yusuke said...

"Should we go and help?"

One letter shook its head.

"No, what reason can we give to make a move? If we do, it will inevitably involve the forces behind Flower Street, and we might even offend the City Lord's Mansion. Let's not cause trouble for Master."

An arm was draped over Yusuke's shoulder.

Yusuke turned around and exclaimed in surprise.

"master."

Shuizhu Qingchuan nodded slightly, his brows furrowed as he stared at the people in the circle.

Yuki desperately tried to think of a way to break the deadlock. Sweat smudged her makeup, and her well-maintained nails were almost embedded in her flesh. The stinging pain made Yuki even more alert.

If her legs are broken, she will have to spend the rest of her life under a man's body until she is drained of all her value and her body is wrapped in a tattered mat and left to rot in the wilderness—that will be his fate.

Yuki had a sudden inspiration and pointed at the madam.

"Granny Xiangyue is a ghost! I saw her eating people!"

Yuki's words were slander; she had never seen them, but she just happened to guess correctly.

Upon hearing this, Shui Zhu Qingchuan carefully examined Xiangyue Granny.

The old woman, heavily made up, was almost unrecognizable. She was very fat, a size larger than the average person.

After searching the small flower street, Shuizhu Qingchuan did find a little demon and easily killed it.

The keen intuition honed from years of slaying demons subtly warned that something was amiss with the water column.

The evidence that Yuuki, one of the three men mentioned, was found in the room of the courtesan Yuuki could be completely fabricated.

The experienced Shuizhu did not believe it, but only suspected that the ghost was hiding in the summer house.

If there really are ghosts here.

That must be a huge demon.

A cunning and cunning ghost.

In the red-light district where people die all year round and no one cares, being an old and faded nanny is a role that has little presence and is also... easy to hide.

Shuizhu gripped the hilt of the Nichirin Blade.

The madam who was accused, or rather, Granny Xiangyue, seemed to sigh and said with pity, "Yuki has gone mad. Hurry up and send Yuki in. You're making a fool of yourselves."

The thugs dispersed the crowd, leaving only Shuizhu and his group behind, just as Yuki was about to be carried inside.

The water column suddenly made its move.

The slightly damp, bright blue slash went straight for Granny Xiangyue, creating a whooshing sound.

Granny Xiangyue dodged away, revealing a helpless expression.

"Why didn't you just leave quietly? Why did you have to force me to take action?"

The expressions of the thugs from the red-light district around them gradually changed from shock and fear to anger.

"Ahhhh-"

The onlookers' muscles bulged and veins stood out as they attacked the Demon Slayer Corps four with fists and weapons, showing no fear of death.

"Hey! Wake up!" Yusuke dodged awkwardly and tapped the man on the back of the head with the hilt of his sword.

The Demon Slayer Corps exists to kill demons; when facing humans, they are too restrained and dare not use too much power.

Blood demon magic to control humans?

Once the demon is killed, the Blood Demon Spell will be canceled.

"Shin, Yusuke, and Natsumi, hold off the others and protect yourselves."

With a loud roar, Qingchuan leaped forward and charged towards Granny Xiangyue without hesitation.

Water Breathing - First Form - Plane Slash

Did you hit him?

No, it doesn't feel right.

The water column quickly retreated.

A crack appeared on Granny Xiangyue's face.

A voluptuous and sexy female ghost emerged from it, her slender arm piercing the water column's chest like an iron spear.

"when--"

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

Seeing that she had failed, the female demon nimbly leaped back a few steps, creating distance between herself and the Demon Slayer Corps swordsman.

The female ghost was beautiful, a stark contrast to the ugly, obese old woman.

"You're really strong. You're the strongest swordsman I've ever seen in the last hundred years. All the Demon Slayer Corps members I've met before were so weak." Kazuki chuckled.

The water column stared coldly at the demon. "Demon Slayer Corps, Water Column, Aokawa."

"Pillar?" The female ghost tilted her head, clearly unaware of the Demon Slayer Corps' internal rules.

Qingchuan simultaneously planted his feet firmly on the ground, his chest bulged, and he fully activated his breathing technique.

Breath of Water, Fourth Form, Tide of Strike.

This type can unleash continuous attacks, like a tidal wave, hence its name.

Suddenly, a figure rushed forward and blocked the attack for Xiangyue.

Qingchuan's expression changed drastically. Despite his best efforts to retract the knife, he still managed to cut a very deep wound.

The one rushing towards us was a human being, an ordinary human being.

Blood spurted out, splattering all over Qingchuan.

A gash was slashed open in the abdomen, but the human seemed to feel no pain, letting his intestines spill out, his eyes filled with fervor, his hands tightly gripping the thigh of the water column.

Qingchuan looked at the gradually gathering crowd with an extremely ugly expression.

The eyes of everyone in the crowd were bloodshot, filled with fervent adoration and infatuation. They formed human walls that almost blocked all directions of attack, watching him intently.

The water column, whose leg was being held, muttered a curse: "Shameless!"

"Sir, will you choose to kill me or them?" The female demon chuckled, her laughter full of mockery.

The Demon Slayer Corps is not allowed to harm ordinary people.

The Demon Slayer Corps members I've encountered before either adhered to outdated rules or only fought back when their survival instincts kicked in at the last moment.

Or perhaps be ruthless and take action from the very beginning?

What would you do?

The female ghost's golden, vertical pupils, like those of a snake, silently observed the water column.

"You are not allowed to harm Miss Xiangyue."

"Kill them! Kill these people who want to harm Miss Xiangyue!"

Many fervent shouts eventually boiled down to a single sentence.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

Too many people.

Shuizhu calmly pondered whether this demon's Blood Demon Art could control humans as puppets and also unleash their physical potential.

Yusuke and the others couldn't stop them; there were probably more than a hundred people who gathered around.

And people were rushing over from the surrounding area...

It must be resolved quickly!

The longer it drags on, the slimmer their chances of victory become.

She used the back of her knife to knock out the man who was clinging to her leg, then threw him off the battlefield, and the water jet rushed towards the female ghost.

The surrounding people immediately gathered around.

With straw sandals on his shoulders, he leaped up, avoiding the impact of the crowd.

Beneath his feet, countless hands frantically waved and grasped upwards, like ghostly hands struggling in hell, demanding his life.

Yusuke kicked away another person's weapon and roared, "What should we do now?"

Xia Nai dodged a horizontal slash; the wind from the blade grazed her scalp, sending shivers down her spine, leaving her no time to say a word.

Even Yi Tingxin could hardly maintain her composure, her hair disheveled as she dealt with the dazzling barrage of attacks.

Benches, chopsticks, weights... people around them used whatever they could find and had a great time playing.

When Yusuke received no response, he drew his sword and blocked a guard who was also wielding a knife.

Suddenly someone bumped into his Nichirin Blade.

The Nichirin Blade appeared from the other side of the body, its tip dripping with viscous blood.