Who are you calling a stable boy?!

"Old Zheng? Old Zheng, are you hurt somewhere?!"

"Charcoal Boy..."

"Is it internal organs? Or bones? Don't talk! Sit down slowly, I'll go find Mr. Purgatory and try to contact medical personnel!"

As he spoke, Tanjiro carefully helped Zheng Jing to sit down.

"Charcoal Boy!"

Turning his head, Zheng Jing looked earnestly at Tanjiro and continued, "You say—"

"The team should reimburse us for the damage to the train, right?"

"......ah?"

"Well, as you know, my right fist has superhuman strength, like a locomotive..."

Zheng Jing pointed to the pile of scrap iron.

"This thing is completely destroyed, the team should reimburse us for the damages, right?"

"...I think so?"

"Hiss, why don't you go to the back and call Peach over? This can't be left ambiguous!"

"Are you calling me?"

"Mr. Purgatory!"

Tanjiro turned his head and looked at Kyojuro, who had arrived at some point.

"Peach, how are the people on the bus?"

"There are several injured, but all of them are minor injuries and no one is in life-threatening danger. After all, the carriages that overturned due to the collision were the first few carriages, and the last three carriages were just more bumpy."

"What about compensation?"

"Yes! Don't worry! I believe my lord will handle it well!"

“That’s right. Yao’s superpowers are so amazing, there’s no reason for him to fail now.”

"superpower?"

Tanjiro looked at Zheng Jing with a puzzled expression.

"It's an ability that's so powerful that it's hard for ordinary people to achieve, like your sense of smell, Shanzi's sense of hearing, Bajie's sense of touch, and so on."

"My lord actually possesses such an ability?!"

Tanjiro's eyes widened, and he immediately remembered that when he heard Kagaya Ubuyashiki speak before, he always felt that his voice made him feel light and airy...

Could it be?!

"Yes, he's rich."

Zheng Jing nodded seriously to Tanjiro.

"Very rich."

Chapter Thirty-Four: Can you walk the path of martial arts with me for a lifetime?

"..."

Is being rich a kind of superpower?

Tanjiro really wanted to ask that question, but when he faced Zheng Jing's serious and earnest face, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"The Kitchen Boy"

"Yes!"

Fortunately, Kyojuro spoke up in time, relieving Tanjiro of his worries.

"I have something to say to Lao Zheng. Why don't you go help out in the back? Your sister is waiting for you."

"Okay!"

Upon hearing this, Tanjiro also realized what was happening.

Before the operation, he had sent the awakened Nezuko along to evacuate and protect the passengers on the train. Now that the battle was over, he should go and check on Nezuko's condition.

Seeing Tanjiro leave, Zheng Jing lowered his head and tugged at his pants, which were almost turning from long pants into shorts.

What do you want to say?

Is it the Twelve Ghost Months?

"The Lower Moon One, if he doesn't merge with the train, he probably won't last a single blow against you. Heh, so he really does have some skills, managing to pull off this whole thing."

Hearing Zheng Jing's evaluation, Xingjulang turned his head to look at the train engine that had been smashed to pieces.

Even if the Lower Moon One merges with the train, he is confident that he can kill it.

This is by no means boasting.

In fact, in Kyojuro's opinion, among the nine pillars, only Shinobu would have a difficult time facing this Lower Moon who has already merged with the train.

Of course, this does not mean that Shinobu is the weakest of the nine pillars.

The problem lies solely in compatibility.

Without adequate preparation, the ninja's fighting style is simply not suitable for dealing with such demons.

In general, Kyojuro believes that any of the nine Pillars is capable of killing Lower Moon One on the spot.

However, to stop a speeding train head-on with one's bare body, and even after doing all that, appear to be completely unharmed...

That's a completely different matter!

Even if the Stone Pillar Gyomei Himejima, widely recognized as the strongest among the nine pillars, were here, Kyojuro wouldn't believe he could do such a thing.

This is really...

It doesn't seem like something a human could do.

...Can martial arts really make the human body so powerful?

"Hey! Snap out of it! What's so interesting about this piece of junk? Why are you taking it so seriously?"

Zheng Jing stretched out his hand and waved it back and forth in front of Xingjulang like a windshield wiper.

"Feel sorry."

Refocusing his attention on Zheng Jing, Xingjulang said with a smile, "I was just wondering if I could achieve that with just one strike."

"Huh? There's no way I can just chop up a whole locomotive for you too..."

Zheng Jing scratched his head and cheeks, his eyes darting around.

"Hey! I have an idea."

He held up a finger, an idea had come to him.

"—Wouldn't it be better to use them as targets!"

As he spoke, Zheng Jing turned around.

Almost at the same time, a figure landed just a dozen meters away from Zheng Jing and Xing Shulang.

The newcomer was dressed in shorts and carried a ceramic pot. His pale but muscular body was covered with gray tattoos, and his short, cherry-pink hair made his face, which looked no more than twenty years old, appear even more youthful.

But more than any of these things, what attracted Kyojuro's attention the most were the newcomer's eyes.

More accurately, it's the words in those eyes.

The right eye is the upper eyelid.

The left eye is [Three].

For ghosts, this is a symbol of their identity.

That's right!

Without even a moment's mourning for Lower Moon One's death, the one who immediately rushed to the battlefield was—

The Twelve Demon Moons, the Upper Moon Three!

"Ok?"

With a formidable enemy at hand, unlike Kyojuro who lowered his center of gravity by pressing his hand on the hilt of his sword, Zheng Jing actually shaded his eyes with his hand and looked around.

"No, in a Grandmaster/Master rank game, who's carrying a Diamond IV player?"

Zheng Jing frowned slightly as he looked back at Shangxianzhisan, who was holding a pottery pot.

"Even if you don't let the multi-eyed monster accompany you, shouldn't you at least let the idiot come with you? Are you serious that you're bringing this thing to fight two people at once? Did you have some bad relationships at work and get targeted?"

"...You are all pillars, aren't you?"

Standing up straight and gazing at Zheng Jing and Xing Shulang, the handsome young man spoke.

"I am the Flame Pillar, Kyojuro Rengoku."

"DOMO, Optimus Prime DESU."

"I am Akaza."

After glancing back and forth between Zheng Jing and Xingjulang, Akaza finally focused more attention on Zheng Jing.

"Hey, come out."

He suddenly threw the pottery pot in his hand to the ground.

Before the fragile pottery shattered upon hitting the ground, two short arms suddenly emerged from its spout, bracing themselves against the ground and allowing the pottery to land steadily.

Immediately afterwards, a hideous creature emerged from the spout of the pot—a creature with eyes on top of mouths and mouths that were neither eyes nor mouths.

And from those strange eyes, the words "Upper Moon Five" can be clearly seen.

"You, go and hold Kyojuro back."

Akaza didn't even glance at Upper Moon Five, who was also one of the Twelve Demon Moons, but simply pointed at Kyojuro.

"..."

Upper Moon Five remained silent, but judging from his already unsightly face, which was contorted into a grimace, his silence and obedience did not seem to be voluntary.

"Old Zheng, I will take care of him as soon as possible."

After whispering something to Zheng Jing, Xing Shulang ran straight towards the woods beside the railway.

"whispering sound!"

Using his hands instead of his feet, Upper Moon Five smacked his lips and chased after them without looking back.

Judging from their posture, it seems less like they're chasing after Kyojuro and more like they're fleeing Akaza, who is also one of the Twelve Demon Moons.

"At least we're the only ones left, Optimus Prime."

Looking at Zheng Jing, Akaza smiled even more broadly.

"Although Kyojuro is also a rare strongman, his fighting spirit has been tempered through countless trials, and he is probably only one step away from the supreme realm... but he is still no match for you!"

"I can't sense any fluctuations of battle aura from you—just standing here, just seeing you, makes my body tremble uncontrollably!"

"Although you are a completely different type from that guy... I can assure you that you are a strong person who is almost comparable to him!"

"Optimus Prime!"

Akaza reached out his hand to Zheng Jing and sincerely said, "Become a demon!"

"By becoming a ghost, your martial arts skills will not be swallowed up by time. By becoming a ghost, you will gain an immortal body! By becoming a ghost, you can fight with me forever! Together, we will endlessly explore the mysteries of martial arts!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jing was moved.

he--

"forever?"

He suddenly straightened his face, looking down at Akaza as if he were looking down on him.

"What kind of awareness did you have when you said that? A prisoner who doesn't even have freedom, can you bear the weight of martial arts?"

"..."

Akaza's expression darkened.

"You're such a selfish person."