Demon Progenitor Development Project

Lady Jiguo was ultimately no match for the powerful.

Following the address given by Shugo, Kokushikatsu headed to Furuya Castle.

Jiguo Yansheng rode his horse, enduring the fearful gazes of those around him, and after asking the village chief his questions, he turned and left.

This is the seventh village.

Where exactly is Yoriichi?

The search for Tsugikuni Yansho, which had been ongoing for so long, was becoming increasingly frustrating.

Without even eating, Jiguo Yansheng kept moving on horseback until he reached the ninth village, where he finally received news.

This village is located in a remote area, too far from the ancient city of Yecheng.

The appearance of Kokugoro Gematsu, a man clearly of noble birth, attracted a lot of attention, with villagers watching him furtively.

The village chief, who had been invited by the children at the village entrance, was puffing on his cigarette. He put away his pipe, didn't even look at the face closely, and obediently knelt down to pay his respects.

"Is there a red-haired, 24-year-old man named Yoriichi in your village?"

Upon hearing this, the village chief cautiously replied, "There is indeed a person in the village named Yuan Yi, but I am old and do not know his age. Could you please tell me what business you have with Yuan Yi?"

Ji Guoyan Sheng became more serious, but instead of answering the village chief's question, he asked a different one.

“Yoriichi and I look alike; I’m his older brother.”

???

The village chief and the child were stunned.

Yoriichi has a noble older brother, so does that mean Yoriichi is also a noble?

Impossible, right?

Just like Yoriichi.

The lives of nobles were too far removed from those of commoners like them.

Village Chief: I knew Yoriichi wasn't an ordinary kid.

Child: Uncle Yuanyi, who farms like his parents?

The village chief looked up cautiously and glanced at Ji Guoyan Sheng, thinking to himself:

They really do look the same, except that Yoriichi has a scar on his face while this nobleman doesn't, and their temperaments are quite different.

Yoriichi always gives people a very ordinary feeling, and sometimes it's easy to forget about him.

This person standing in the crowd looked like someone standing in a chicken coop.

Having believed him somewhat, the village chief led the way to Yuan's house.

At this time, the Yoriichi family did not consist of only Yoriichi and his wife.

There's also Ginjiro the Wind Pillar.

Yoriichi and Ginjiro were standing in the courtyard, each holding a wooden sword.

It was early morning, the time when most villagers were working in the fields.

The light and shadow flickered in the wind, and Ginjiro stared intently at Yoriichi Tsugikuni with a carefree and piercing gaze.

Although in the eyes of ordinary members of the Demon Slayer Corps, Yoriichi Tsugikuni and the Pillars are on the same level of strength.

But the higher you stand, the farther you can see.

All the Pillar-level swordsmen knew one thing: the difference between them and Yoriichi was like heaven and earth.

That is why Ginjiro came to seek guidance after the battle of Nara Castle.

In the battle of Nara Castle, he, as the Wind Pillar, suffered a complete defeat.

The female ghost who played the pipa was not killed, and a large part of Nara Castle was destroyed because of the pipa ghost.

Countless people died.

The pervasive stench of blood that day, the screams and cries for help that lingered in his ears—Feng Zhu could never forget it.

This is the first time that a genius who has had a smooth journey since joining the Demon Slayer Corps has encountered such a huge failure.

They were just a hair's breadth away from beheading the Pipa Demon.

Who knew that the female ghost who was clinging to the pipa would awaken her Blood Demon Arts at the critical moment?

Blood Demon Art is exceptionally powerful, directly distorting and rewriting the terrain, and using humans as shields to hinder his attacks.

Ginjiro was forced to give up, which led to the escape of the Biwa-ki.

The more Fengzhu thought about it, the more unwilling he felt.

Calming his mind and circulating his breathing techniques, Ginjiro swept towards Yoriichi Tsugikuni like a storm.

Faster, even faster!

I can be even faster!

Ginjiro's eyes were bloodshot, a sharp pain shot through his left chest, and his forehead turned red. He moved even faster.

Ginjiro and Yoriichi were standing very close. In less than a breath, Ginjiro was already right next to him, attacking the unmoving red-haired man.

Breath of the Wind - First Form - Dust Whirlwind - Slash!

The two soldiers clashed with a loud crack, as if the air itself had exploded.

The faster Ginjiro charged, the more pieces the sword shattered.

The wooden sword instantly shattered into pieces.

The wooden sword in Yoriichi's hand was not intact under such an impact, but it broke cleanly.

The wooden knife was cut in two at the point of impact.

Yoriichi's daughter, Hiyori, who was sitting on the steps, exclaimed "Wow!" She rarely saw her silent and tall father doing something as cool as a martial arts match, and she clapped her hands in admiration for him.

"Don't use that breathing technique next time, or your lungs will be ruined."

Yoriichi Tsugikuni has already seen through the Transparent World that Ginjiro's lungs are showing signs of bleeding.

Wind Pillar Ginjiro wiped the blood from his face and smiled indifferently.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni himself wasn't exactly a great teacher, succinctly stating, "Too much force can be counterproductive; even the wind has its gentle breezes..."

"Yosuga!" the old village chief called out from afar.

This reminder was also partly due to the old village chief's personal feelings; Yoriichi was a good kid who had helped many people in the village.

"Brother?"

Ji Guoyuan's eyes lit up.

Having witnessed the appalling conditions along the way, Kokushibo took a deep breath as he looked at Yoriichi, who was dressed in coarse cloth and looked no different from an ordinary farmer.

“Come back with me, your father has passed away.”

Comparing his own life to his own, Kokushige is now filled with thoughts of how Yoriichi is suffering so much.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni simply shook his head; he already had his own life.

“Brother, I have the life I wanted, and I am very happy now.”

Ji Guoyan choked up, "What kind of happiness is this?!"

Wind Pillar Ginjiro narrowed his eyes, said goodbye, and left to inform the hidden members of the village.

In an effort to win over Yoriichi Tsugikuni, the Demon Slayer Corps left some people in the village to maintain contact with him and, incidentally, to help take care of Yoriichi's wife and daughters.

When the brothers met, Yoriichi introduced his family to his elder brother.

Jiguo Yansheng frowned as he looked at the woman named Shi, his gaze critical.

The poem is by an ordinary village woman; it's not particularly beautiful.

She is no match for the pampered Lady Jiguo.

Appearance and demeanor are terrible!

They spoke in a vulgar manner, which Ji Guoyansheng could not quite understand; it must have been the local dialect.

Poor speech and manner of speaking!

His family background goes without saying!

On the way, Kokushige thought that Yoriichi was an ordinary orphan girl whose family was destitute. Without Yoriichi, they probably wouldn't even be able to keep their meager family fortune.

As the heir, Kokugoro Gemshō had once collected taxes in the villages below, so he was naturally aware of the hierarchy of discrimination within those villages.

An orphan girl is the perfect target for bullying.

Most importantly, how could Yoriichi be inferior to him?!

How could Yoriichi be worse than me!