Everything turned a disgusting pink, and clumps of fleshy growths appeared out of nowhere.
Not only that, several thick tentacles, each several meters wide, also grew out and intertwined together.
"This is... intestines?"
With just a sliver of eyelid, the Scribe could already tell what this thing was.
Using intestines as a weapon was something he had never encountered before.
"Die!"
The piercing sound rang out again, Ubume then manipulated its thick intestines to launch an attack on the Scribe.
The stench, the putrid smell, assaulted his nostrils like a madman; the stench was enough to make an ordinary person vomit, yet it did not cause the Scribe's eyes to tremble in the slightest.
He reached his right hand to his waist, and a bright light appeared.
Nichirin Blade, here it comes!
Holding Nichirin Blade, the Scribe began to wield it.
Swish swish swish~
Countless swings created gusts of wind.
The sword winds continued to gather, eventually forming a small whirlwind.
Finally, the whirlwind and the intestines came into contact.
"Pfft pfft pfft"
The sound of flesh being ripped apart by sharp weapons rang out continuously, chunks of flesh flew to the ground, and large amounts of blood splattered out.
He cut all the intestines that were close to the Scribe's body into pieces.
"Impossible, this is impossible!"
The screams rang out again. Ubume couldn't believe that her strongest melee attack had been so easily countered by the Scribe.
"I'll tell you a secret too."
With a cold laugh, Scribe pointed the tip of his knife at the ceiling.
"I am Tsugikuni Yoriichi's disciple, the inheritor of the Sun Breathing, and the mortal enemy of you demons!"
After saying that, the Scribe used the Sun Breathing.
"Eleventh Form * Halo Dragon Dance"
A giant dragon of flames reappeared, blasting towards the ceiling with scorching heat.
Just now, the Scribe noticed where the Ubume was.
Although she hid herself well, the Scribe's intuition did not deceive him.
The ceiling was her hiding place.
The dragon's head was raised high, its roar was low, and its flames sprayed out.
Flames engulfed the entire space, turning it into a sea of fire.
Residual memories within the cells kept surfacing and flowing into the terrified Ubume's brain.
It has to be said that Kibutsuji Muzan's cells are always a bit slow; he only thinks of these things when the demons are about to die.
Clearly, it was too late.
The Scribe's attack has arrived, and the Ubume, who has turned the entire room back into part of her body, has nowhere to hide and nowhere to avoid it.
All she could do was withstand the Scribe's blow.
Death penalty, immediate execution!
Chapter 157 Controllable Demon Slayer Mark
The fiery dragon continued to fly and finally crashed into the ceiling.
The flames exploded, and the temperature soared.
Clusters of flames bloomed like scorching flowers, filling the entire space.
"No, no, no!"
The Ubume screamed loudly, trying its best to dodge the attack.
However, after merging their bodies, she lost all possibility of escaping.
In an instant, the ceiling shattered.
A large hole suddenly appeared, and through this hole, one could even see what was happening outside.
It seems that this so-called room is indeed not part of the house.
Intense pain spread throughout her body, and in her final moments, the Ubume recalled her past stories.
When it was still human, the Ubume Miyasaka, and it was a famous beauty.
But in the end, after experiencing all sorts of things, she still destroyed her own family with her own hands.
She killed her husband and threw him into the river, then strangled her daughter and buried her in the ground.
Later, she became a ghost and ate her own daughter's corpse.
Finally, right now, I've met the Scribe.
"Really..."
Before she could finish speaking, her life ended.
Upon sensing the disappearance of the Ubume's aura in the air, the Scribe knew that Lower Rank One had vanished.
At the same time, he received a reward.
With just a slight sense, the Scribe was quite satisfied with the reward.
He is now able to control the effects of the "Demon Slayer Mark".
If Scribe is willing, he can contain the unknown effects of the Demon Slayer Mark within his body, so that they will not affect anyone else.
Correspondingly, he can maximize this influence if he so desires.
A slight smile played on his lips; wasn't this exactly what Scribe needed right now?
With a thought, he turned off this influence.
After sensing the power within his body, he found that it did not affect his physical condition.
This is truly an unexpected delight.
He thought it would affect his strength to some extent, but unexpectedly it was entirely beneficial.
Overjoyed, the Scribe then turned and walked outside.
The scale of the battle is so large that it has likely attracted the attention of many people.
If he doesn't leave soon, he'll probably face the troublesome situation of being "surrounded".
After a few leaps, Scribe landed outside, checked the direction briefly, and then left.
Just as the Scribe had expected, a large group of people came to the place shortly after he left.
Among the crowd was the old man who had told the Scribe stories earlier.
What happened here?
Just as these simple farmers were looking at each other in bewilderment, wondering what had caused the explosion, a male voice suddenly came from the crowd.
Immediately afterwards, a man dressed in a suit came out.
The man's face was quite ordinary, but his expression was very serious, giving him an air of importance.
On his chest was something resembling a coat of arms.
Anyone with a little knowledge knows that it's a symbol of an official's status.
The man appears to be a high-ranking official.
The farmers, who had never seen Scribe before, were unaware of what had happened and began to discuss it amongst themselves.
Just then, the old man suddenly asked with some doubt.
"Huh? Where's that little guy?"
The astute official noticed this instantly, took a step forward, and looked at the old man with an unfriendly expression.
Looking at the official standing in front of him, staring coldly at him, the old man subconsciously took a few steps back.
"I..."
Before he could finish speaking, the official interrupted him.
He waved his hand and said slowly.
"Don't be nervous. My name is Ishigami. You just need to tell me what you know."
"Yes, Mr. Ishigami."
Swallowing hard, the old man slowly recounted what had happened.
After hearing everything, Ishigami's face showed a thoughtful expression.
As a high-ranking official, he knew far more than the men in front of him.
The existence of man-eating monsters in the world is not entirely unknown.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a sinister expression spread across his face.
The Scribe, who had already left the village, was unaware that his secrets had been completely exposed.
At this moment, he was still thinking about what to do next.
The issue of the Demon Slayer Mark has been resolved, and I can now spend more time with the swordsmen.
In that case, should I go back to the Demon Slayer Corps first?
Without hesitation, the Scribe turned around and headed towards the Demon Slayer Corps.
The Demon Slayer Corps naturally welcomed the Scribe's return with all its might.
Not to mention Ubuyashiki Kagaya's family, even the future or current Pillars led by Sanemi Shinazugawa, Rengoku KyoJuro, and Himejima Gyomei were all incredibly excited.
It's important to understand that, Scribe aside his status as the inheritor of the Sun Breathing technique, his exceptional swordsmanship alone was enough to astonish, amaze, and shock these people.
After joining the Demon Slayer Corps, Scribe naturally began his grueling training without holding back.
Want to get stronger? Sure, I'll teach you.
If you have any questions about swordsmanship or wood-related issues, feel free to ask me.
Not proficient in physical skills and combat? No problem, I'll help you train.
Of course, you will still need to pay a small price.
All you need to do is persevere through the Scribe's grueling training.
When people learned that the Scribe was to serve as a training instructor, the vast majority of those who met the requirements signed up.
"Giyu, Sabito, aren't you two going?"
With a face full of excitement, Rengoku KyoJuro asked the two people he met on the road.
"The two of us..."
They exchanged a glance, and Sabito and Tomioka Giyu could see a hint of fear and helplessness in each other's eyes.
"The two of us think we shouldn't go."
He waved his hand, a wry smile appearing on Sabito's face.
"Kyojuro, I suggest you bring more herbs."
Kyojuro pointed to Kyojuro's Sabito back and said.
"Otherwise, you'll feel terrible."