Putting aside the other party's qualifications, their strength alone far surpasses mine.
As the demon closest to Muzan, Kokushibo's existence is undoubtedly a barrier for all demons.
"What did you say to Lord Muzan after you returned from the Swordsmith Village?"
"What did you say?"
After a pause, Gyokko hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"He only talked about some things he saw, like the Demon Slayer Corps and the Scribe."
"Snort!"
After hearing what Gyokko said, Kokushibo did not hesitate and immediately drew his sword and slashed at her.
A sharp blade flashed by, slicing the Gyokko pot in two.
Fortunately, Gyokko dodged in time; otherwise, he would have had at least a deep gash on his body.
"Do you think I don't know what you and Muzan were talking about?"
"Forehead."
Having said that, Gyokko understood that Kokushibo already knew about the secret he had told Muzan.
Regarding the sword technique used by the Scribe in the Swordsmith Village, which is different from the Sun Breathing.
"Gyokko, you and I are both Twelve Kizuki under Lord Muzan's command. We should get along well and work together."
Sheathing his sword, Kokushibo slowly walked towards Gyokko.
"However, your actions are undermining the stability of the system."
A faint killing intent emanated from Kokushibo, making Gyokko feel as if the surrounding air had solidified.
"I understand what you mean."
With his head slightly lowered, the sound of the Gyokko diminished somewhat.
"I won't tell any other ghosts about that."
"This is your own will, and has nothing to do with me."
After she finished speaking, Gyokko felt the killing intent gradually dissipate.
"I'm leaving."
After leaving a message, Kokushibo turned and left, heading towards the cave exit.
"Hopefully, a similar situation will never happen between us again."
Chapter 537 The Final Plan Begins
In a secret room of the Shinri Family, Megumi is talking to Brain Food.
"I can't wait any longer, let's start the next step of the plan now!"
With an unyielding force in his words, Huiren forcefully struck the surface of the container.
"What happened to make you so agitated?"
The brain food in the container slowly opened its eyes, and an invisible wave entered Huiren's heart, saying something.
"This isn't like you."
There were three reasons why I approached Shinri Keito in the first place.
Aside from the Shinri Family's immense power, what's more important is that Brain Food believes Shinri Keito is a great partner.
They are resourceful, patient, and never show their emotions.
From any perspective, Huiren is the perfect choice.
But now, Hunren's behavior is completely out of character.
"Crown Prince Ayu and Dichai have both lost contact."
Clenching his fist, Huiren said in a deep voice.
"I haven't seen them since that meeting."
The lack of contact over a long period of time caused a sense of panic in Shinri Keito's heart.
Especially as the plan has progressed to this point, this inexplicable sense of panic has been amplified to an unbearable degree.
"Moreover, I have already received intelligence that someone discovered that the Scribe went to the Crown Prince's residence some time ago!"
"Do you know what this means? He could come after the Shinri Family at any time!"
"You should know how terrifying he is far more than you do!"
Upon hearing this, Brain Food did not respond immediately.
After a long while, the voice of brain food came to Shinri Keito's mind again.
"I understand, let's begin immediately."
"Real?"
The sudden agreement from Brain Food caught Huiren off guard, and out of caution, he asked.
"I hope it won't cause any major hidden dangers."
"No, it's just that your people need to participate now."
"No problem."
"Relieved a little, "Shinri Keito added.
"In that case, I will contact that person immediately after I have made the arrangements."
"Remember to prepare plenty of physical strength, the stronger the better."
After leaving those words, Brain Food closed its eyes again.
Turning around and walking out of the room, Shinri Keito did not leave immediately after closing the door.
Instead, he leaned against the wall, looking at the ceiling with a complicated expression.
As time went by, the last trace of emotion in his eyes was forcibly erased.
All that remains is endless indifference.
Afterwards, he found his steward and gave him his orders.
First, gather all members of the Shinri Family and assemble them in the inner room of the main residence.
Second, gather the guards and other outsiders hired by the Shinri Family over the years into the outer room of the main residence.
Third, sell off a large amount of the Shinri Family's assets and gather the proceeds into Huiren's hands, who will then use the funds to purchase supplies.
"Leave it to me."
The butler bowed slightly and then left with the Huiren insignia.
The first two orders are relatively easy to execute, but the third order will be difficult for most Shenli people to accept.
But as long as they have the Huinen symbol, no matter how much they complain, they won't erupt in the short term.
Once the plan is complete, those who opposed it will realize that everything they've sacrificed today was worthwhile.
After issuing the instructions, Huiren sat on the sofa, his face showing unprecedented relaxation.
"Let's begin the final plan."
A few days later, the Scribe was looking at the newspaper in his hand.
He also investigated the civilian disappearances but found no useful clues.
The identity of the ghost that was capturing people has not yet been determined.
But for now, the Scribe has temporarily put this matter out of his mind.
In the past few days, the newspapers have published another major news story.
The impact was so profound and far-reaching that it vaguely surpassed the day he was exposed as a murderer.
"Shocking! Why is the Shinri Family selling off assets and amassing a large fortune in such a short time?"
"The noble alliance led by the Hyakuya Family has purchased a large amount of assets at low prices. Will they have the last laugh?"
In the power struggle between the economy and politics, who will ultimately emerge victorious?
The Scribe tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, pondering the reasons behind the Shinri Family's actions.
Such a commotion must have been caused by Shinri Keito's tacit approval.
Or rather, he was the one who orchestrated this whole thing.
The newspapers almost unanimously praised and admired him.
This kind of behavior, which ruins the family's heritage and squanders all the hard work of the past few decades, is completely unlike what Huiren would do.
Although they hadn't had much contact, the Scribe knew that Huiren must have had his reasons for doing this.
What could it be?
Just as he was frowning and thinking, a noisy commotion came from outside.
Walking to the window and pushing it open, the Scribe saw a group of people dressed as warriors running in a grand procession towards a certain direction.
He wasn't carrying much on his back and looked like he was in a hurry.
But why do these people look so familiar?
It seems to be the same group of people from Ah Yu's mansion!
As he recognized the group of people, a bad feeling crept into his heart.
It felt like something I cared about deeply had been destroyed.
A sharp, stabbing pain shot through his heart, and the Scribe's face turned deathly pale.
"How so?"
Clutching her chest, Scribe gasped for breath, completely unaware of what had happened.
The last time this happened was hundreds of years ago.
He hurried downstairs and grabbed a man who was watching the commotion.
Do you know why those people suddenly left?
"Yes, I know a little. I just heard it from the samurai."
"Speak!"
Swallowing hard, the man spoke shakily.
"They said that the thing they were searching for has been found, and the rest of the people need to go together."
"The person who came to deliver the message also complained that it was not worth it to spend so much manpower and resources just to find a plant."
"That wasn't enough. It seems they spent a lot of money and hired a lot of people to go with them."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man saw the Scribe's pupils shrink.
"Plants? What plants?!"
"How would I know?"
The Scribe increased the pressure on his hand and pressed on with another question.
"Where is the location? Did they specify the location?"
"They said they would, but I've never heard of it."
"Speak quickly!"
"In xx".
The moment the location was mentioned, a strong killing intent erupted from the Scribe.
Feeling the biting cold, the man being questioned immediately tilted his head to the side and fainted.
At this moment, the Scribe had no time to care about these things, so he casually tossed them aside and hurriedly followed.