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

This is not my final destination!

Kanae suddenly raised her head, and her purple eyes, which had been dulled by pain, were now burning with a blazing flame.

She no longer suppressed the surging blood and qi within her body, but instead poured all her power into the Nichirin Blade in her hand.

To Douma's surprise, the aura of the dying human girl in front of him underwent a dramatic change at that moment.

Doma was somewhat surprised: "Oh? You can still stand up? As expected of a Pillar. But then again, it's only the damage to your alveoli that's happened, so it's to be expected that you can stand up."

"Alright then, next time I'll just cut off both your legs, then you won't have to struggle anymore!"

Doma clapped his hands with a smile, as if he had happily decided on the next game.

However, the next moment, Kanae's figure transformed into a piercing pink streak of light, carrying a resolute will, and went straight for Doma's throat.

This one strike contained everything she had!

"Flower Breathing Form Five: Fruitless Peony!"

Doma narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of seriousness flashing in his seven-colored pupils: "Wow, what a surprising burst of power."

He stopped taunting, and the two golden iron fans in his hands suddenly closed. The chilling aura of the Blood Demon Art instantly condensed into solid ice crystals, meeting Kanae's Nichirin Blade head-on.

"boom--!"

The violent impact resounded through the night sky, and cold light and the aura of blades filled the air.

It was just a brief exchange.

"puff--"

Kanae's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and rolling several times before coming to a stop.

The Nichirin Blade slipped from his hand and landed in the dust some distance away.

She lay on the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, which stained the ground in front of her and her beautiful butterfly-patterned haori.

The blood demon poison within his body erupted completely, and his internal organs seemed to shatter at that moment.

It hurts...it really hurts...

She tried to prop herself up, but her arms were as limp as cotton, and she couldn't muster any strength no matter what she did.

My vision began to blur, and the scenery in front of me gradually distorted and disappeared.

In a daze, she seemed to see that familiar figure standing not far away, reaching out to her, smiling gently, just like he had after countless training sessions before.

"Master..."

Kanae's lips moved slightly, uttering a faint, almost inaudible murmur.

"I'm sorry, I ultimately failed..."

Her gaze gradually became unfocused, and her consciousness was about to plunge into endless darkness.

Doma slowly closed his iron fan and walked gracefully to Kanae.

He looked down at the girl who had completely lost the ability to resist, and his face once again wore that compassionate yet cruel smile.

"Oh dear, what a tenacious child!"

He crouched down and stroked his chin with his long, slender fingers.

"However, the game should end now."

The golden iron fan reflected a cold light under the moonlight, and was slowly raised, aimed at Kanae's slender neck.

"Ding!!!"

A crisp, metallic clang suddenly rang out on the deathly silent battlefield!

Douma's attack was actually deflected!

A terrifying shockwave swept over them instantly, forcing Doma back several steps.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and imposing figure, covered in dust and exuding a murderous aura, stood between Doma and Kanae.

That figure was broad and solid, like an insurmountable mountain, blocking all despair and death behind it.

"Kanae, you did a great job."

That suppressed yet relieved voice, tinged with slight panting, softly rang in Kanae's gradually fading ears:

"This time, I finally made it."

Chapter 52 I'm Very Strong

Death itself is not scary; what is scary is watching everything you cherish collapse after you die.

To witness firsthand how, because of your death, one close person after another sacrifices themselves, is undoubtedly the most severe torture for the one who has died.

Ling Chuanche was not afraid of death, but two beliefs never wavered: one was to avenge his sister and kill the evil spirit who murdered her.

Another wish is that Kanae and Shinobu can grow up safely.

This belief was deeply planted in my heart when I first met them six years ago.

None of the events that occurred in the dream were acceptable to Ling Chuanche.

In his dream, he was like a powerless master, only able to watch his disciples being killed before his eyes, watching them desperately call out his name as they died, and he could do nothing about it.

But now, fate has given him a chance to make amends.

None of the things in the dream happened.

Because he was there this time!

Ling Chuanche's eyes were filled with determination, and his forehead was still covered with sweat from his extreme running.

A cold current swept in from behind, and Doma swung his iron fan again, but the moment it landed, the figure in front of him vanished into thin air.

"Oh?" Doma blinked, looking at the distance with great interest.

Hearing the familiar voice, Kanae slowly opened her eyes and saw the face she had longed for day and night.

Her eyes trembled slightly, and a poignant smile appeared on her lips: "Master, you've come to take me away..."

Ling Chuanche looked at the girl in his arms. After a year apart, she had become more mature, like a real adult.

It seems that during my absence, she has grown into a true strong person, a qualified Pillar.

Kanae nestled in Toru Ayakawa's arms, breathing softly, "Master, it's so good that I can see you one last time before I die."

She clutched Ling Chuanche's clothes tightly and leaned closer to him.

She thought she was dead, and that everything before her was just a beautiful illusion before death, so she no longer had any scruples.

Looking at the person in his arms, Ling Chuanche's expression was somewhat surprised.

This was the first time he had seen Kanae like this. She was no longer the gentle and understanding senior sister who was heartbreaking to see. The attachment and vulnerability she showed were something that Lingchuan Che had never seen before.

It was as if he was truly getting to know his disciple for the first time.

Not far away, seeing that his attack had failed, Douma did not continue his pursuit, but instead curiously looked at Lingchuan Tetsu: "Another Pillar?"

Hearing the voice of a demon, Kanae, who was nestled in Lingchuan Tetsu's arms, suddenly froze, then her body stiffened abruptly.

It was as if he realized that he was not dead yet... It would be normal for him to see his master if he were dead, but he should not hear the voice of that evil spirit!

As if she suddenly understood something, she raised her head tremblingly, looking at the person in front of her in disbelief.

"you you……"

Ling Chuan Che looked at her: "It's me, Kanae."

"Is this real...? Is it my imagination? Is it really you...?"

She reached out her trembling hand and slowly wiped it across Ling Chuanche's face, touching it repeatedly as if confirming something.

“It’s not an illusion.” Ling Chuanche let her touch him: “You’ve all had a hard year.”

"Master!!"

Tears, without warning, burst forth from Kanae's eyes.

She could no longer hold back and threw herself into Ling Chuanche's arms, bursting into tears.

But the next moment, Kanae suddenly realized something.

She forcefully suppressed her emotions, which were about to overflow, and used all her strength to calm herself down.

The fact that her deceased master suddenly appeared alive before her was bizarre, but she forced herself not to delve into what had happened or what was going on. The most urgent matter was the crisis at hand!

She suddenly looked behind Ling Chuanche: "Master, be careful, that evil spirit is very strong!"

Hearing Kanae's words, Lingchuan Tetsu gently placed her on the ground and soothed her tenderly, "It's alright, your master is also very strong."

Similarly, at this moment, Kanae seemed to have returned to the time when they first joined the Demon Slayer Corps and when Toru Ayakawa went on his first mission.

She felt that everything before her eyes was unreal, but she was also afraid that it was all just a fantasy she had before she died. She wanted to observe it carefully, but she was also afraid that her careful observation would shatter this dream.

If it's a dream, then let her keep dreaming like this.

Not far away, Douma watched all this quietly, a fake smile on his lips, showing no intention of attacking.

"Are you master and disciple? The disciple was on the verge of death when the master suddenly came to the rescue. What an enviable relationship."

Ling Chuanche ignored his nonsense and calmly stared at the evil spirit in front of him that exuded an ominous aura.

Upper Moon Two is only one rank below that guy.

"Master, be careful! Its Blood Demon Art can create ice crystals. If you inhale them, it will be very troublesome!" Kanae warned with difficulty, clutching her chest.

The reason she is in so much pain is because she inhaled too much ice crystals. The feeling that every breath is like a knife cutting into her internal organs is something that ordinary people cannot endure.

"Be patient for a moment, Kanae."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Chuanche's aura suddenly changed, "I'll deal with it first!"

"Breath of the Azure Sea, Form One: Broken Wave!"

Ling Chuanche suddenly pressed down, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to instantly transform into a surging sea.

He stepped on invisible waves, transforming himself into a sharp torrent, and instantly arrived in front of Doma.

The smile on Doma's lips did not fade as he easily blocked the attack with two gilded iron fans.