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

Actually, Ling Chuanche wasn't used to it at first either, but he's much better now.

He's actually a very introverted person. At first, he felt very uncomfortable and even awkward when faced with people's fervor towards him. But he also knew that everyone was doing it out of respect, so he could only silently endure it.

"That guy just now seemed to be called Murata," Shinobu casually remarked.

Ling Chuanche glanced at him slightly: "You still recognize him?"

There was a different emotion in Lord Cangzhu's words.

Shinobu explained, "He was in the same class as my sister. He was lucky; back then, all the demons on Fujikasane Mountain had been killed by my sister and the others, so everyone in their class was able to join the Demon Slayer Corps."

Ling Chuanche said thoughtfully, "I was wondering why the Demon Slayer Corps' overall strength seemed to have decreased recently."

Because of Kanae and Sabito's impressive performance, they killed all the evil spirits in the assessment, and that group of people were able to advance.

However, some of these individuals are actually quite weak and not strong enough to join the Demon Slayer Corps to carry out demon-slaying missions.

“Those who were really not strong enough have all become recluses. The rest are already considered good.” Shinobu paused, then said, “However, apart from my sister, Sabito, and Giyu, there are a few more who are not strong enough in this batch, which is acceptable.”

Ling Chuanche hadn't learned about these things yet.

The main reason is that his previous serious injury gave him a year-long hiatus, and he is now not very familiar with the situation of the Demon Slayer Corps.

"What? Feeling old again, like the times no longer belong to you?" Ren only glanced at Ling Chuanche and knew what he was thinking.

Ling Chuanche sighed softly.

"Don't sigh all the time. The books say that the more you sigh, the faster you age."

Ling Chuanche immediately inhaled. But then, seeing the expression on his face as he suppressed a laugh, he belatedly realized, "You're playing me?"

"I didn't," she said, suppressing a laugh. "That's really what the book says."

Ling Chuanche ignored her.

Ren suddenly skipped over to Ling Chuanche, walking backwards and facing him.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a soft glow on her.

She tilted her head slightly, her wisteria-colored eyes gleaming with a cunning light.

"Master, do you remember what you promised me?"

"What did I promise you?"

"It's the time you lost to Ganlu Temple last time, you said you'd grant each of us one request."

Ling Chuanche asked in confusion, "Didn't I already come out with you?"

Shinobu blinked: "I let you out using my sister's conditions. I haven't used my own conditions yet."

"You can do that?" Ling Chuanche was stunned.

He wanted to ask Kanae if she knew, but the words wouldn't come out. Instead, he asked, "So, what are your conditions?"

Ren suddenly stood on tiptoe and looked closely into his eyes.

At such close range, Ling Chuanche could clearly feel the girl's warm breath, carrying a faint fragrance of wisteria.

Her eyes were close enough to touch, clear and bright, yet they held something he dared not delve into.

"I won't call you Master today, okay?"

Ling Chuanche was slightly taken aback: "What... do you want to call me?"

Shinobu Kocho smiled, revealing two adorable little fangs: "Like everyone else, I'm not going to be your apprentice today. Let's go watch the fireworks. It's no fun for an apprentice to go with their master. Let's just be normal good friends today!"

“The seniority is messed up.” Ling Chuan Che was about to sigh, but then he remembered what Kocho Shinobu had just said, so he held back his sigh.

Ren blinked: "Then Master won't agree?"

Ling Chuanche was silent for a moment: "...Only for today."

The butterfly suppressed a laugh, its eyes crinkling like the brightest flower in spring.

From the moment she uttered those words, she knew he wouldn't refuse. He was always like that; no matter what she asked for, he would always fulfill it and agree.

Lingchuan Che looked at her: "Is this your condition? You're not going to say it's Kanao's later, and then say it's Sanemi's?"

Her smile vanished, replaced by a pout of anger: "Of course it's mine! I won't go back on my word!"

She tilted her head back and walked in front of Ling Chuanche with light steps, her skirt swaying slightly with her movements, like a real butterfly.

The two arrived in the town.

Since the fireworks show is at night and it's not dark yet, Ren dragged Lingchuan Che around for a stroll.

Shinobu saw something at a stall; she was like a butterfly.

The butterfly was attracted by the flowers, and by all the beauty around her, fluttering and dancing back and forth.

Her smile was bright and radiant, a youthful and unreserved expression of a girl's life.

Arriving at a stall, she waved to Ling Chuanche, who was not far away.

She paused slightly, as if she had mustered her courage, or as if she had rehearsed it a thousand times in her mind.

Then, she spoke softly:

"Che, come here."

Ling Chuanche, standing some distance away, was slightly taken aback.

Sunlight streamed down, making the girl's cheeks slightly flushed, and his image was reflected in her wisteria-colored eyes.

This was the first time she addressed him by his name, not as "Master".

The two words she uttered were soft, yet carried an undeniable weight.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the barrier separating the two.

At this moment, the two were no longer master and disciple.

Ling Chuanche walked over.

Standing next to Shinobu, he was much taller than her.

She was petite, less than 1.6 meters tall, and while Ling Chuanche's physique wasn't as strong as Beimingyu Xingming and Yu Sui Tianyuan, it was still a perfectly normal human build.

Standing at 1.8 meters tall, he was a head taller than Ren.

"Does this look good?"

Ren held a delicate hairpin in her hand, her cheeks flushed slightly.

She tilted her head slightly, his figure reflected in her wisteria-colored eyes, and asked softly with a touch of girlish shyness and anticipation.

Ling Chuanche's gaze fell on her face, which was so close to his own and slightly flushed.

He looked at her and nodded. "Beautiful."

Chapter 107 Confession

Ren's eyes lit up instantly, like stars that had been ignited. Without hesitation, she paid and handed the hairpin to Ling Chuanche, tilting her head slightly: "Then, will you help me put it on?"

Ling Chuanche was slightly taken aback.

He looked at the girl standing on tiptoe with expectant eyes, remained silent for a moment, and finally reached out and gently touched her soft hair with his fingertips.

His movements were very gentle, as if he were afraid of breaking something, as he carefully inserted the hairpin into her hair.

"Alright," he said softly, withdrawing his hand.

Ren touched the hairpin in her hair and smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"Your wife is truly beautiful; she looks even more stunning with this hairpin!" the shopkeeper remarked with a smile.

Just as Lingchuan Che was about to say that they were only master and apprentice, not husband and wife, Kocho Shinobu spoke first, smiling at the boss and saying, "Thank you."

As she spoke, under Ling Chuanche's astonished gaze, she grabbed his hand and continued shopping.

Ling Chuanche told himself that she had just not heard him clearly, and repeated it several times before his heart calmed down.

For the rest of the time, the two of them wandered aimlessly around the town.

Ren was like a butterfly that had finally broken free of its cage, lingering at every stall. She pulled Ling Chuanche to look at sugar figurines, wind chimes, and those little trinkets belonging to ordinary girls that she would never see in the Butterfly House.

Ling Chuanche stayed quietly by her side, occasionally giving her a gentle smile when she turned around.

He didn't urge her or lecture her; he simply let her lead him through one bustling street after another.

Before we knew it, it got dark.

A large number of people had already gathered on the riverbank at the edge of the town.

Ren pulled Lingchuan Che to a spot with a good view, and the two sat down side by side.

The night breeze, carrying the moisture of the river and the warmth of early summer, gently caressed my cheeks.

"It's about to begin," Shinobu said softly, her eyes fixed on the distant night sky.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a sharp whistle pierced the sky.

"boom--"

A dazzling firework suddenly burst open in the night sky, its golden light cascading down like a waterfall, making the entire river surface shimmer and sparkle.

Then, a second, a third... red, purple, blue, countless fireworks bloomed one after another in the night sky, as if someone had overturned the palette of colors in the sky.

"Wow..." Ren tilted his head back, staring intently at the magnificent scene before him.

The glow of the fireworks flickered on her face, illuminating her slightly parted lips and the undisguised amazement in her eyes.

She watched those fleeting moments of beauty, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips.

Ling Chuanche, however, did not look at the fireworks in the sky.

He turned his head and his gaze quietly fell on Ren's profile.

The night breeze ruffled the stray hairs by her ears, and the light of fireworks shimmered in her eyes like shattered starlight.

Her smile was so pure and bright, as if all the gloom in the world had been dispelled by it.

At that moment, Ling Chuanche suddenly felt that even the most dazzling fireworks in the sky could not compare to even a fraction of the moving beauty of the person in front of him.

He looked at her with a gentle and profound gaze, as if he had seen all the beauty in the world.