The Demon King Went Into Hiding

The people who rushed in were not only samurai under the Daimyo, but also members of the Demon Slayer Corps!

Muzan knew that he and Jikou had already attracted the attention of the Demon Slayer Corps, and he felt that they might have already guessed his identity.

Jikou looked at Muzan. He knew that his boss didn't like to kill innocent people. Muzan didn't like to deal with people from the Demon Slayer Corps, whose lives were almost all tragic and whose spirits were strong and beautiful. He would let them go if he could.

Although the Demon Slayer Corps was their enemy, without Breathing Styles, even if a Nichirin Blade could kill a demon by beheading it, the demons under Muzan were not weak. The Demon Slayer Corps was almost powerless.

Muzan was actually waiting. If his demons didn't kill people randomly like in the original story, would the Demon Slayer Corps still have a continuous stream of new strength?

In the end, only the Ubuyashiki Family persisted, but what was the point?

At that time, he could even go to the Ubuyashiki Family's residence and mock the head of the family.

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It had only been a few years now. Time would bring changes.

But no matter what the future held, the Daimyo's current actions made Muzan very unhappy.

Several whip-like appendages extended from Muzan's back. The samurai who tried to protect the Daimyo were all "swept away" with a single blow. Their abdomens were struck with immense force, and the samurai instantly lost their ability to resist.

Seeing Muzan's terrifying, blood-red whip-like appendages flying through the air, the others were so scared their legs turned to jelly. Some samurai began to retreat, wanting to escape.

Muzan didn't know what was going on, why the Demon Slayer Corps would cooperate with the Daimyo.

The whip-like appendages pierced the Daimyo's heart as smoothly as cutting tofu. Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, Muzan's hand transformed into a beast, and he swallowed the Daimyo, who was filled with terror and regret, in one gulp.

He chewed and swallowed him in front of the Demon Slayer Corps.

The members of the Demon Slayer Corps who tried to intervene were all stopped by Jikou.

Muzan's arms returned to normal, and the flying whip-like appendages easily swept away the surrounding Demon Slayer Corps members and samurai.

He casually picked out a nearby Demon Slayer Corps member, used his whip-like appendage to hook his collar, and lifted him before Muzan.

Ignoring the man's fierce gaze and futile struggles, Muzan patted his face and laughed, "I didn't plan to eat anyone originally. The Daimyo was killed by you.

Give the Ubuyashiki a message: don't be too arrogant. Just because I'm too lazy to kill you doesn't mean I won't."

The Demon Slayer Corps member, held in mid-air by the whip-like appendage, gritted his teeth, "Stop spewing your twisted logic! I will definitely kill you!"

Muzan indifferently threw him aside, glanced at Jikou, who nodded slightly.

He casually tossed aside the samurai he had been holding.

Muzan's whip-like appendages lifted Jikou, and the two figures disappeared, leaving behind only the unwilling but powerless Demon Slayer Corps members and samurai who could not pursue them.

The head of the Ubuyashiki Family stood in the courtyard, catching the falling messenger raven and stroking it gently. His expression was somber.

The future was becoming increasingly chaotic.

The darkness that enveloped the world had become illusory.

Muzan, whom he knew as short-sighted, selfish, and cowardly, seemed to have changed. Demons had begun to disguise themselves as doctors, ordinary people, and even Daimyos, profiting from the war.

The demons seemed to have become two types.

One type slaughtered humans and ate them indiscriminately. The other hid among humans, controlling wars.

And the Demon King Muzan was saving people with a demon skilled in medicine?

What exactly did Muzan want to do?

And why did he show mercy to the Demon Slayer Corps?

Although some demons still killed indiscriminately and were not polite to the Demon Slayer Corps, the demons hiding among humans and the Demon King had, from some unknown time, begun to "avoid" the Demon Slayer Corps.

In the future he saw, there was an endless battle between the Demon Slayer Corps and the demons, but for some reason, he felt this battle was becoming increasingly meaningless.

Killing demons couldn't be meaningless!

Ubuyashiki sighed heavily. He would not waver in his determination and will to exterminate demons at all costs!

Demons who killed indiscriminately and had lost their humanity should not exist in this world. Only by killing Muzan Kibutsuji, the evil of this world, would no more innocent people lose their loved ones because of demons!

This was their responsibility!

But confronting the Demon King required planning.

Perhaps the threat from that day had worked. Even though Muzan and Jikou's identities were exposed, no members of the Demon Slayer Corps came to bother him.

Time passed quickly. Muzan, with the memories of the Scum Boss spanning hundreds of years, didn't feel that a few decades was a long time.

Life without the passage of days felt a bit boring, but it was also comfortable.

What made Muzan feel delighted was that he seemed to be able to enter the state of Clear World, but it was very unstable. It was probably about a dozen years ago that Muzan entered the Clear World for the first time, and after that, Muzan had only successfully entered it five or six times.

He always felt that something was missing, a trigger.

It was fine if it was missing. He wasn't going to die anyway, so he could take his time.

After wandering around for enough time more than a dozen years ago, Muzan found a village and settled down.

The demons under him would be responsible for delivering books and meat.

Settling down, Muzan, relying on decades of accumulated knowledge in his mind, successfully became a physician under the alias Kibutsuji Xu Ming.

Although the villagers found it strange that this physician never came out during the day, they all respected him.

The last sliver of sunlight retreated from the earth, and a full moon hung high in the sky. The gate to Muzan's courtyard was open. He lay lazily in a rocking chair by the entrance, holding a book and gazing at the starry sky.

He missed the sun a little. It had been almost seventy or eighty years since he'd really seen the sun. He just wanted to find the Blue Spider Lily soon!

He wanted to bask in the sun!

For a retired old man like him, who was hundreds of years old, even such a simple wish as basking in the sun couldn't be fulfilled. Sigh!

The rocking chair swayed back and forth. Muzan decided to bask in the moonlight instead. With the book covering his face, he lay in the rocking chair, his thoughts gradually quieting.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt something poking his arm.

Muzan narrowed his eyes, reached out, moved the book from his face to his side, and turned to look at the human child poking him.

A small little boy was followed by two other children. The boy who had been poking him flinched when Muzan looked at him.

Muzan found it a bit amusing, and couldn't help but smile. He reached out and patted the little guy's head, "What's up?"

Seeing that Muzan was quite gentle, the little boy became bolder. He and his two followers found a stone to sit on:

"Mister, why don't you bask in the sun during the day?"

Muzan leaned back in his chair, swaying leisurely, "Mister is sick and can't bask in the sun."

The little girl asked anxiously upon hearing this, "Aren't you a physician, Uncle?"

The little boy chimed in, "Can't you cure yourself, Mister?"

Another slightly taller little boy exclaimed, "Impossible! Mom said your medical skills are amazing!"

Muzan smiled, "Even the most skilled doctors have illnesses they can't cure. Mister can't cure his own illness either."

"Then teach me how to cure illnesses! I'll cure you, Mister!"

Hearing the little boy's words, the two followers next to him also shouted, "Me too! Me too!"

Muzan found it amusing and suddenly had an idea. Should he teach a student for fun?