Demon Slayer: After raising Shinobu, I died in front of her.

Not far away, Sanemi could only reach out his hand in despair.

The next moment, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang out.

"Breath of the Azure Sea, Sixth Form: Crescent Moon Thousand Waves!"

The scene before the Guhuoniao suddenly changed dramatically.

The two human boys in front of her disappeared, and the area around her seemed to have turned into a boundless, raging sea. At this moment, she was like a withered leaf on the ocean, small and powerless.

Her eyes revealed unprecedented terror and panic. When she tried to use her Blood Demon Art to resist, she found that she couldn't muster any strength at all.

She touched her neck in horror, where a smooth slash had already pierced through it.

"What!!"

"No, it's impossible..."

The Guhuoniao staggered forward two steps, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, quickly turning into ashes.

Sanemi and Kurokichi looked up in shock at the man standing behind Ubume.

He was still wearing that familiar haori, but he was panting heavily, as if he had run all the way here without stopping.

Thank goodness... thank goodness I made it in time...

Ling Chuanche's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and he let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Master!"

"Lord Cangzhu!"

Kuang Jin and Shi Mi, finally realizing what was happening, looked on with surprise and delight.

They struggled to get up from the ground, but Kuang Jin, due to the severity of his injuries, fell down again as soon as he tried to stand up.

Ling Chuanche quickly stepped forward and pressed him to the ground, placing his hand on his wound: "Use breathing techniques to stop the bleeding first."

"Yes." Kuang Jin lay on the ground with his eyes closed, constantly adjusting his breathing.

Not far away, Sanemi walked over, his eyes full of surprise: "Master, what brings you here!"

“I met Kuang Jin’s jak crow, and it told me that you had encountered the Lower Moon. I was afraid that something might happen to you, so I rushed over.”

Seeing their disheveled appearance, Ling Chuanche thought to himself, "Luckily, he encountered the raven, and luckily, he just arrived."

The strength of Lower Moon One is ultimately beyond their current capabilities to handle.

Sanemi stared at the ashes of the Guhuoniao's body on the ground, his eyes still filled with lingering shock.

The evil spirit that had driven them to the brink of despair was so easily slain by their master.

Master is truly... amazing!

"Don't just stand there, the blood in your neck is getting worse, stop the bleeding right away."

Hearing Lingchuan Tetsu's calm yet clearly concerned voice, Sanemi immediately sat obediently on the ground.

Sanemi watched Lingchuan Tetsu's retreating figure, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.

What does this evil spirit know?

She said his background was tragic, but it wasn't tragic at all, and he didn't need her pity at all!

For Master to be so out of breath, he must have rushed here at full speed after receiving the intelligence.

He has people who care about him, brothers who fight alongside him, and a senior sister who loves him but sometimes teases him.

He was incredibly happy with this kind of life.

Ling Chuanche felt slightly relieved after seeing that their bleeding had stopped.

At this moment, Kuroki and Sanemi's shokuya (crows) finally returned. Seeing that they were alright, the shokuya wept with joy.

Sanemi laughed and said, "How long has it been since you went back? My senior sister was complaining to me when I came out last time."

"It's been a week."

"Then Lord Cangzhu, let's go back together," Kuang Jin said with a smile.

Just as Ling Chuan Che was about to nod, a raven's urgent cry suddenly came from above.

"Southwest! Southwest! Traces of evil spirits discovered! Southwest! Southwest! Traces of evil spirits discovered!"

Ling Chuanche looked up and saw that the flying creature was none other than his auspicious raven, Ji Xiang.

Sanemi and Kurokichi were also taken aback; their current condition made it impossible for them to carry out the mission.

Ling Chuanche looked at them and said, "I'm going to take a look. You guys rest here for a bit. Someone will come over later."

"Alright, Master, please be careful."

Ling Chuanche nodded and continued rushing towards the next mission location.

Chapter 39 Enemy!!

A raven in the southwest discovered that someone had been killed. Knowing that it was the work of an evil spirit, it tried to pass on the information. As it flew away, it happened to encounter Jixiang, who was chasing Lingchuan Che.

Ling Chuanche had just experienced a high-intensity sprint and hadn't even had time to catch his breath before being pushed to the next mission location.

However, this kind of high-pressure, non-stop work was already commonplace for Ling Chuanche. He was used to the rhythm of having to rush to the next battlefield before the smoke of the previous battle had even cleared.

He ran wildly southwest, the ground beneath his feet receding rapidly.

Soon, a small, eerily quiet village came into view.

"There it is!"

After entering the village, Lingchuan Che immediately began searching for traces of the evil spirit.

The auspicious creature hovered high in the sky, its sharp bird's-eye view scanning the village below, trying to find any clues as to where the evil spirits were hiding.

Just as Ling Chuanche was passing by what appeared to be an ordinary house, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

An extremely strong, nauseating smell of blood, like a tangible tentacle, entered his nostrils.

The evil spirit is nearby!

Ling Chuanche immediately turned around, his gaze fixed on the tightly closed, deep red gate of the mansion.

He strode over and forcefully pushed open the door.

The rusty red door creaked open slowly, making a grating sound, and opened a crack.

As soon as the door was opened, a horrifying scene of hell came into view!

The blood on the ground flowed like a winding river, and on the steps of the courtyard, several gruesome corpses lay scattered about, blood gushing from their broken bodies and pooling into puddles.

Beside the pile of corpses, a figure stood silently.

The person was dressed in a gorgeous purple kimono, with long hair neatly tied into a ponytail, and held a menacing long sword that exuded an ominous aura in his hand.

He simply stood there, and his entire being exuded a terrifying, suffocating pressure, as if even the surrounding air became viscous and solidified because of his presence!

Ling Chuanche was startled. At first glance, he felt that the figure in front of him was extremely familiar. He looked closely, and the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted!

The figure standing on the steps sensed the presence behind him and slowly turned around.

The next moment, Ling Chuanche saw the face clearly. It was an extremely majestic face with six ferocious eyes!

And in the very center of those two eyes, the chilling words "Upper Moon" and "One" are engraved respectively!

Upper Moon One!!!

Ling Chuanche stared intently at that figure, at that face, and felt as if the blood in his body was flowing backwards in that instant!

It's him!

The scene in his memory, which he constantly recalled and feared would fade with time, now perfectly overlapped with the figure before him!

Ling Chuanche's breathing became rapid and heavy, and his chest heaved violently.

He will never forget that figure!

Even if he were reduced to ashes, he would still recognize him!

The culprit who murdered my sister!

That evil spirit!

Over the years, he has recalled and relived the pain of that night every day, fearing that the image of that figure in his memory might become even slightly blurred.

He wished he could etch that face into his very bones!

But at this moment, perhaps the heavens truly heard the heart-wrenching cry from the depths of his heart, for his "long-cherished enemy" appeared before him without warning!

At that moment, extreme anger and years of pent-up hatred exploded in Ling Chuanche's chest like a lit powder keg!

His blood boiled wildly at that moment, the sound of the wind and the noise of the world faded away instantly, and his eyes were filled only with that figure not far away, the end of his lifelong hatred!

"A demon hunter?" The figure stared calmly at Ling Chuanche, his eyes as still as a deep well, as if he were merely examining an insignificant ant. "This aura... is it a Pillar?"

It's been so long since I've felt such a powerful aura... it's as if it has transported me back to the distant Warring States period.

He narrowed his six eyes slightly, his tone indifferent: "In your eyes... I sense hatred, a hatred deeper than that of the other demon hunters towards me... Do we know each other?"

With just a glance, this evil spirit was able to glean so much information from Ling Chuanche.

"Don't you recognize me?" Ling Chuanche gripped the Nichirin Blade tightly in his hand, veins bulging on the back of his hand, his voice trembling with extreme anger, "Eleven years ago, you killed my only relative!!"

"Is that so?" The demon's expression remained unchanged. "...Sorry, I can't remember."

"It's alright." Ling Chuanche's lips slowly curled into a hideous grin. "I'll make you remember!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Chuanche's body temperature suddenly soared, and it felt as if a raging fire was burning on his neck.

The next moment, the skin cracked open, revealing a bright red mark!

The shape of the markings was extremely unique; it resembled a butterfly about to take flight!

Swish!

Ling Chuanche's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

"Breath of the Azure - Eighth Form - Wind Conceals Form!"

The demon stood rooted to the spot, a ripple finally appearing in its calm eyes, as if stirring up some resonance deep within its memory: "...Stripes?"