Muzan's Horror and Shock

The physician, wearing a black top hat and a brown robe, spoke to the frail young lord before him.

That young lord was the young master of the Ubuyashiki clan, a person of extremely noble status, yet constrained by his own physical weakness.

He had been born without a pulse or a heartbeat.

Everyone had assumed he was a stillborn, and it was only as he was about to be cremated that his heart began to beat and he let out a cry.

"What is still missing?"

Kibutsuji Muzan's face was pale, his heart filled with extreme impatience as he coughed violently.

If he weren't so exhausted that even anger felt taxing, he would have killed this quack doctor.

"One medicinal herb is still missing, but the conditions for its growth are very specific, and there is still a long time to go before it blooms. However, I have found a substitute that can temporarily replace it, allowing the young master to hold on until the herb blooms."

"What is it?"

Kibutsuji Muzan asked impatiently, hope igniting in his heart.

"It is a divine blood that fell from the heavens. This blood possesses immense vitality. A severely injured snake accidentally ingested it, and its wounds actually began to heal. However, perhaps unable to withstand it, the snake underwent a mutation, and inexplicable black patterns appeared on its body."

"But these issues have already been resolved; as long as you, young master, consume the medicine I have prepared."

The physician respectfully handed over the medicine.

Kibutsuji Muzan hesitated for a moment before drinking it all in one gulp.

His condition meant he would likely not live past twenty, so he had to seize every opportunity to survive.

"It will take some time for the medicinal effects to take hold."

With that,