Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 141 Her Choice
The moment someone tries to shift blame, everything in the world is at peace.

If even a high school student could figure this out, there's no reason why those adults in the countermeasures department couldn't figure it out... right?

The white-haired boy suddenly fell silent.

Considering the theory of makeshift operations worldwide, it would be better for him to report it anonymously.

"Speaking of which, what's it like to cultivate?" Lily asked this question out of the blue.

Yu Jian thought for a moment and said, "It's like a long-distance run. At first, it feels very hard, but after you get used to it, you will find it enjoyable, and eventually it becomes a habit."

"I see." Aizen Yurika smiled.

"Then, does Lord Yujian think it's necessary for me to cultivate?"

"..." This question was truly unexpected; Yu Jian realized that he had never thought about it before.

He probably subconsciously felt that Lily Fragrance would become an extraordinary person even without cultivating.

As for how to answer this question...

Yu Jian suddenly fell silent. If we consider it from the perspective of enhancing our own strength and safety, the answer is definitely yes.

But is spiritual practice always a good thing? If one doesn't come into contact with this power, perhaps one won't get involved in strange things, and perhaps one can live a simple life like most ordinary people.

Miken did not immediately answer Yurika's question.

The girl wasn't in a hurry; her gaze towards him simply became increasingly deep and unfathomable.

"Lily Fragrance can choose anything," Yu Jian said with a smile after a long while.

He ultimately decided to abandon thinking and let his instincts provide the answer.

It's not driven by self-interest, it's not rational, and it's even a bit irresponsible.

But that's what Yujian thought.

Why make choices for others? As a friend, all you need to do is offer support.

"How cunning." A beautiful smile appeared on Lily's lips. Far from being angry, she seemed quite happy and even planned to cook two more dishes for him.

"You get hungry easily after exercising, right? Would you like to eat something else?"

"too late."

"it does not matter."

"Uh, then have some more."

After a long while, the two walked out of the house.

“I’ll take you,” Yu Jian said matter-of-factly.

"Huh? Does Lord Mikami want to know other people's home addresses? Sure." Yurika winked at Mikami with her hands behind her back.

"...It's just too late." Yu Jian turned his face away, revealing his signature iceberg-like handsome man's expressionless face.

Of course, given how familiar the two are with each other, this move is completely useless now.

Just as Yurika had said before, they lived very close by. After walking about a hundred steps, the girl stopped in front of an ordinary-looking detached house.

“See, it’s really close, isn’t it?” Lily said, turning around.

“Indeed.” Yu Jian nodded slightly, looking at the building in front of him with a hint of surprise.

From its size to its style, the detached house in front of him seemed very ordinary, quite different from his impression of Aizome Yuriko.

"What's wrong? A little disappointed? What kind of house did you expect me to live in, Mikasa-kun?"

“At the very least, it should be a palace,” Yu Jian blurted out.

"What? That's so weird." Yurika covered her mouth and chuckled. It was just a boring, lame joke, but her shoulders started to tremble.

"The kind that occupies hundreds of acres," Yu Jian continued expressionlessly.

"Pfft, whose temporary school accommodation would take up hundreds of acres? It's not like it's their ancestral home."

Reaching out to put her hand on Yujian's shoulder, Yurika leaned against him, her graceful figure laughing so hard she could barely stand up straight. Her long, black hair swayed in the night wind, completely unrecognizable from her dignified appearance during the day when she was at school.

Yu Jian couldn't help but smile.

Having finally managed to stop smiling, Lily suddenly reverted to her usual impeccable demeanor.

"Goodnight." "Yes, goodnight."

He waved his hand, watching her figure disappear through the doorway.

"It really doesn't match," the white-haired boy muttered again before turning and walking into the night.

"..." Lily leaned against the door, not looking out, but suddenly smiled.

As you can see, the interior is a completely different story from the modern minimalist exterior of the building.

The interior is filled with intricate Chinese-style carved beams and painted rafters. The colorful screen in the entrance hall is antique and elegant, with lifelike and charming images that do not look like a modern imitation.

Lily kicked off her shoes with a carefree gesture, her bare feet treading the floor as she lightly ran into the bedroom, where an extravagantly shaped canopy bed stood, with silk curtains embroidered with vibrant flowers hanging from above, seemingly separating the inside from the outside into two worlds.

Lifting the curtains, Baihexiang leaned against the edge of the bed and looked at the bronze mirror hanging beside her.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she noticed that the corners of her mouth were still turned up.

"What? How cunning." After saying that, the girl suddenly shook her head.

"No, perhaps it's domineering."

Yujian's answer just now can be interpreted in two ways.

Firstly, it's the kind of thinking that favors those close to you over those in the wrong: You're my friend, so I'll support whatever you choose.

As for another interpretation...

You're my friend, so I can back you up no matter what you choose.

After a long silence, Baihexiang touched the Tang-style bronze mirror with rhombus and bird patterns on the table, and the image inside became blurry.

Only after hearing the 'smacking' sounds of water pipes being smoked coming from inside did Lily speak:

"Grandma, give me the Heavenly Fragrance Technique."

"Figured out?"

A strange voice came from inside, sounding old but with a tone like a child's.

"Well, I originally thought that a hundred years would be enough to do what I wanted to do. Living for a thousand years is meaningless, cultivation is meaningless, and even becoming a ghost or god would be meaningless, but..." Lily stretched out two index fingers and tried to smooth the corners of her mouth.

After a moment, the girl rested her chin on her hand and gave up her futile attempt.

Suddenly, I realized that the world wasn't so boring after all.

"Haaah~ I understand! Ah Xiang, you must be..." The figure in the mirror, referred to as the old woman, started laughing strangely before she could finish her sentence.

"Oh dear—I guess I'll have to cook red bean rice now."

"Sigh." Lily shook her head, looking helpless.

"Hey, Grandma just wants to ask one thing: what does that person look like?" came an enthusiastic voice from the other side of the mirror.

“Tokyo Tower,” Yurika said simply.

"Oh my god, this is incredible!"

Miken, who was directly involved in the incident, was unaware of what had happened inside the house.

At this moment, back home, he is sorting out the spoils of his adventure in the mortal world.

Instead of putting the items into the special storage box given to him by Toshio Sakurai, Mitsurugi lightly touched the hanging painting and then descended into the Pure Fire Garden.

He had just been here yesterday, but it felt like three years had passed.

As expected, upon entering the Eternal Garden, the spoils temporarily stored in my consciousness immediately manifested in concrete form.

There weren't many items: a golden revolver engraved with a pattern of spider lilies, and a scroll inscribed with the words "Wan Chuan Ji Hai" (meaning "All Rivers Gather from the Sea").

Besides that, there was only that seamless white robe with dark embroidered cloud patterns.

According to what I heard from Toshio Sakurai, apart from the seamless white robe, other items need to find corresponding carriers in order to be used in the real world when flying on a sword.

The scroll can be viewed directly in the Pure Fire Courtyard, but what about this revolver?
Go to the black market? But I'm just a high school student...

Yu Jian couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)