Kibutsuji Muzan appeared in the pit. His eyes were gloomy, and his body had transformed into a youthful form at this time. The tentacles behind him, like a tail, still remained in the narrow "rat hole".
Muzan did not leave Kyoto City. It was not that he couldn't leave; in fact, Hantengu's clone was only destroyed, and his main body, the [Fear Ogre], did not suffer any damage. He was an Upper Moon who retained most of his combat power.
If he wanted to leave, and Hantengu suddenly attacked, ordinary humans and even the Demon Slayer Corps' Pillar-level Swordsmen would be unable to stop him, except...
Muzan raised his head, his scarlet eyes under the silver moon staring at the man beside the pit. There was hatred and disgust in his eyes, but also an unresolvable fear.
Although Kibutsuji Muzan did recall Kokushibo's roar before his death afterward, that sound was cast aside by him after only a moment.
How foolish it was for an existence with nearly infinite lifespan to fight desperately with insects that only lived for a few decades, Kibutsuji Muzan thought so.
But in the end, Muzan still had Hantengu and himself stay in Kyoto.
The reason was that he remembered that at the last moment of that battle, this human who could wield the power of [Sunlight] did not choose to grab his head, but instead cut off Nakime's body.
He realized that the other party didn't really want to kill him that much.
Or, was the transaction that the other party seemed to be provoking him with at the time serious?
Just thinking about this possibility made Kibutsuji Muzan unwilling to leave anymore.
He hid and dodged, eventually returning underground, and sneaked back to this place again. As expected, he felt the scent of the person who brought him the shadow of death here again.
After hesitating for many days, Muzan finally appeared tonight.
"No one can control what kind of Blood Demon Art they awaken."
Muzan's eyes were full of hatred, but his tone was not sharp; on the contrary, it contained a timidity that he himself did not detect.
"Nakime is dead, and her Blood Demon Art has disappeared. Even if I create thousands more Ogres, I cannot guarantee that a Blood Demon Art like that will appear."
Bai Cangshu was actually well aware of this point as well.
Unlike many people, Bai Cangshu looked down on the Ogre's bloodline, but he held Blood Demon Art in high regard.
Among the many Ogres, Bai Cangshu did not believe that abilities like Akaza's self-strengthening [Compass] or Douma's ability to control blood and ice had much potential.
The strength of an ability is not equal to the strength of the user.
But conversely, the abilities of these three Ogres—Nakime (controlling the Infinity Castle, arbitrarily teleporting people within perception or having them arrive at other places), Kyogai (arbitrarily changing the spatial structure within a house), and Yahaba (controlling the movement and direction of objects with invisible vectors)—made Bai Cangshurealize the potential of Blood Demon Art.
In a sense, these abilities all possessed "high-level" characteristics that Kibutsuji Muzan himself did not possess.
Although the absolute power level was not enough, in terms of potential, they were much stronger than Kibutsuji Muzan and the various Upper Moons.
Perhaps this kind of ability was the greatest treasure of this world.
Bai Cangshu's mouth curved up. What was so good about becoming an Ogre? It just added many weaknesses for no reason.
"Tsk, you're really useless, Muzan."
Bai Cangshu stood up, walked to the edge of the pit, and squatted down, looking down at Muzan.
Kibutsuji Muzan's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to escape, but soon, he noticed that this human's left and right hands were both wrapped in thick bandages, especially his right hand, which was almost unrecognizable as a hand.
Bai Cangshu noticed Kibutsuji Muzan's gaze. He spread his arms, assuming a completely defenseless posture.
"What, want to clash with me again?"
His tone was mocking, but Kibutsuji Muzan was not provoked. He just shifted his gaze.
"Hmph, I'm just telling you that Nakime's ability is impossible to get again."
Bai Cangshu sneered. His goal was certainly not to really have Muzan create another Nakime. Nakime's drop card was already in his backpack. If he had enough luck, or paid a high enough price in the Space, perhaps that ability was not impossible to obtain.
"Since you can't do it, then give me the origin of your bloodline, the prescription that pharmacist gave you back then."
"I can find someone to concoct it slowly myself."
Several of Kibutsuji Muzan's hearts simultaneously sank, feeling that this human had already "shown his true intentions".
The other party actually wanted that thing?!
His expression immediately became gloomy.
"How could I possibly remember that kind of thing!"
Bai Cangshu looked at the curse mark on the back of his left hand under the moonlight. His previous action was not using an "empty fort stratagem". Bai Cangshu would never place his life and death on the other party's timidity.
Just like in the previous battle, even if his hands were shattered and he couldn't use [Ripple Breathing], he was confident that if Kibutsuji Muzan turned back to fight him to the death, he could immediately escape the basement and return to the sunlight.
At this moment, with this curse mark, he was even more confident that he could suppress Kibutsuji Muzan's resistance at any time.
It was just that this [Scum of Humanity] was indeed a little too difficult to kill.
Especially with the situation where the other party was inexplicably "enlightened" in this world.
As Kibutsuji Muzan, who could split himself into hundreds or even thousands of pieces of flesh and survive as long as one piece escaped, in a sense, he could be considered a beggar's version of [Majin Buu].
"Muzan, insert your finger into your brain and stir it vigorously a few times. I believe you can remember."
Muzan looked at the other party's eyes, and after a long while, said,
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"I can give you a portion of origin blood. After I get the [blue spider lily], I will naturally leave this place. Hmph, I won't do anything unpleasant to your friends."
Kibutsuji Muzan was half retreating, half threatening.
But the mocking smile on Bai Cangshu's face grew wider.
"What you want to do to those people is your freedom. Of course, if I want to kill you, that is also my freedom."
"Now, give me a portion of your so-called [Origin Blood], plus that prescription, and I will naturally give you the [blue spider lily]."
Instead of accepting Kibutsuji Muzan's terms, Bai Cangshu escalated the demands.
Muzan's lips and teeth trembled. If he could, he wanted to tear the other party apart right now.
But...
Because Muzan had 7 hearts, his heartbeat was especially violent at this time, so loud that Bai Cangshu could hear it clearly.
This Demon King was probably extremely conflicted.
Precisely because what he held in his hand was his own life, he had to act cautiously and could not give up.
Step.
Bai Cangshu's pupils shrank. A figure suddenly walked out of the mansion on the other side. He turned his head and saw that the person was wearing a kimono, with delicate makeup, looking like a geisha from some family. However, the person's footsteps... were unusually heavy.
Step, step, step!
After a few steps, the slender geisha's figure swelled up. With a pop, the beautiful skin broke, revealing the golden-haired big man.
"Kibutsuji Muzan, perhaps, you don't need to trade with him."
"[blue spider lily] is not the only one that "Tao Bai Bai" left behind."
Vincent's originally honest and simple face came alive with expression at this moment. A light flashed in his hand, and a stalk of [blue spider lily] appeared.
Kibutsuji Muzan saw this scene and was overjoyed. He instantly turned into an afterimage and pounced towards Vincent.
Bai Cangshu's eyelids lowered. He gently raised his left hand, and the next moment, he spoke.
"Boom."
The moment after Bai Cangshu spoke, a giant fox nearly a hundred meters tall suddenly appeared out of thin air and swallowed Vincentand the street he was on in one gulp.
[Secret Rite: Inari God's Strike].