Who gave you the courage?

Muzan shook his head. "Right now, I just want to help you out. Perhaps I'll need your help in the future."

Hakuji was stunned for a moment. "Why..."

Muzan looked at him with confusion.

Hakuji looked up at Muzan and repeated, "Why are you helping me?"

Muzan patted his head. "Because I want to help you. I'll bring the medicinal herbs tomorrow. Make sure to take good care of your father tonight."

Muzan smiled as he patted his head.

Little Hakuji's head felt quite comfortable to pat!

"Thank you!"

Hakuji shouted towards Muzan as he watched his figure gradually walk away.

He wasn't sure if he heard him.

Muzan had his subordinate demons buy the medicinal herbs he needed, then browsed through some shops and bought some clothes, snacks, and other items.

After preparing these things in the morning, he went to buy some breakfast and packed it to take over.

Standing at Hakuji's doorstep, Muzan knocked.

Hakuji, who had woken up early, had already prepared breakfast, but due to poverty, it was just rice soup. To be precise, it was rice water, served with a few wild vegetables. That was breakfast.

Hearing Muzan's knock, he, who had been waiting for a long time, excitedly ran to open the door.

Seeing Muzan standing at the door with a large bag of things, he felt a surge of hope.

And catching a glimpse of the bag of food in Muzan's other hand, and smelling the aroma, Hakuji couldn't help but swallow.

Muzan smiled when he saw him like this.

Walking into the house, he casually placed the fragrant breakfast on the ground, opened the package, took out the prepared medicinal herbs, and looked at Hakuji. "Where's the kitchen?"

Although Hakuji was very envious and puzzled by the various foods and clothes filling Muzan's bag, he didn't dare to touch them and led Muzan to the kitchen.

Muzan took a look and then began to decoct the medicine.

While the medicine was decocting in the kitchen, Muzan saw Hakuji looking enviously at the breakfast he bought but not daring to touch it. He walked over, opened a package of breakfast, and handed it to Hakuji.

"Try it?"

Hakuji looked at the steaming, fragrant meal, topped with meat and sauce-covered vegetables he had never eaten before. He looked up at Muzan's smiling face. "Is this really for me?"

"Of course, eat it."

"Thank you. Can I let my father have a few bites?"

Hakuji took the meal but didn't immediately eat it. Instead, he asked Muzan.

"I prepared one for your father too," Muzan said, then unwrapped another package of breakfast, steaming hot, with a sealed container holding hot porridge.

"Your father is sick and shouldn't eat this. This one is easier to digest."

"Thank you."

After breakfast, the medicine was also ready. Muzan watched Hakuji serve the medicine to his father and then wash the bowls and kitchen utensils after his father drank it.

Hakuji's father watched his son busy himself, then looked at the kind person sitting on the tatami. He forced himself to get up and knelt towards Muzan.

"Thank you!"

Muzan did not stop him. It would actually make the person receiving help feel more at ease this way.

He waved his hand. "It's nothing, just helping you out. Hurry and lie back down."

After seeing Hakuji clean up the kitchen, Muzan took out the clothes and snacks from the bag and placed them in front of him.

"These clothes are for you and your father. Don't steal anymore. Your father wouldn't want to rely on taking others' money to survive, would he?"

Hakuji lowered his head.

He was very grateful, yet felt unworthy as a sinner.

Muzan wouldn't say any platitudes. Someone would heal him in the future.

He didn't need to worry about it.

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For the next few days, Muzan stayed there, boiling medicine daily and subtly, from time to time, giving Hakuji's father a healing treatment.

Meals were bought by Hakuji with Muzan's money or cooked by himself.

Muzan absolutely would not cook!

A month later, Hakuji's father's condition improved, his health getting better day by day. By now, he rarely coughed continuously.

Hakuji had also grown accustomed to Muzan's presence.

Busy with grocery shopping, cooking, and tidying up, and seeing his father's condition improve, he felt life had hope.

A year passed in the blink of an eye, and his father's illness was finally eradicated.

Muzan finished the breakfast Hakuji made and looked at Hakuji's father, who was already packing up and preparing to look for work. He looked at the two of them.

"Your illness has cleared up, and it's time for me to take my leave. This money should help you get through this period."

As he was about to clear the table, Hakuji's movements faltered. "You're leaving...?"

Muzan smiled and patted his head. "We'll meet again. Perhaps I'll need your help with something in the future. Make sure you work hard."

"Yes!"

Hakuji nodded vigorously.

But sadness weighed heavily on his heart. He didn't believe someone like him could be of any help to Muzan, and he felt unworthy of the kindness Muzan had shown him over the past year.

He was also deeply grateful for Muzan's assistance.

Upon hearing this, Hakuji's father rushed over and immediately knelt on the ground.

Muzan didn't know if Hakuji would ever meet Koyuki again.

But he felt that the faint, almost imperceptible force of destiny might lead him to Koyuki.

However, those matters were no longer important.

What was important was that the Demon Slayer Corps had finally discovered Muzan's residence.

On this day, as Muzan returned home, he noticed a crowd surrounding his entrance and his house filled with people, all wearing Demon Slayer Corps uniforms!

No, my head hurts...

The surrounding civilians had already been evacuated.

Muzan couldn't bear to abandon the books and collections he had accumulated over decades, even centuries, and fell into a dilemma about whether to flee immediately.

In the end, he chose to face them head-on.

A joke!

He was the Demon King, Muzan Kibutsuji!

How could he be scared away by a group of Demon Slayers?

Besides, since he could no longer be killed, why should he fear them?

Fight them directly!

Yoriichi himself is a demon, so who else could possibly be his match!

The Demon Slayers were startled to see Muzan suddenly appear. They hastily drew the Nichirin Blades at their waists and charged forward without a word.

Muzan's whips erupted, lashing out at them all.

Ordinary Demon Slayer Corps members didn't even have a chance to get close. They would be injured by the shockwaves of the battle just by approaching, while the Hashira could at best delay him, but they couldn't inflict any damage.

A joke, if even the ceiling can't cause him substantial harm, how could these weaklings hope to injure him?

Muzan fought with ease, not showing any mercy to these individuals.

The four Hashira felt as if Muzan were toying with them like a cat playing with mice. Their all-out attacks couldn't even scratch him!

At this moment, Muzan's combat power far surpassed his strength in the original work. Moreover, in the original work, Muzan was defeated after being burdened with countless debuffs; now, Muzan was in his prime!

He was simply not someone ordinary people could deal with!

Muzan couldn't understand who gave the Ubuyashiki family the courage to find his address and provoke him?

This generation's Demon Slayer Corps leader is quite incompetent!