Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 24 The Lord of the Blue Kingdom
Unbeknownst to them, the Ice Blue Army had completely surrounded White City.

The armored humanoid soldiers moved in perfect unison, with icicles hanging from the edges of their armor, making them look like armored swordsmen frozen in ice.

Faced with such a well-organized army, Yu Jian's expression darkened and his eyes went unfocused for a few seconds. At this moment, his physical strength had long been exhausted, and the edges of his vision were even faintly black.

Like the headless body beneath his feet, the young swordsman fell into a deathly silence.

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it also felt like only a blink of an eye. The pale, wicked blade, Extinction of Three Thousand Void, was raised once more. Even though his body was on the verge of its limit, the hand holding the sword did not waver in the slightest.

Despite being in an extremely weak state, Yu Jian's mind became incredibly clear. A certain feeling was etched deep into his soul. It was the first time he had known that the world possessed a mysterious and powerful force that transcended common sense, and the sword he wielded with almost devout madness in his pursuit of the Dao.

That strike truly transcends ordinary swordsmanship; it is the tangible manifestation of the swordsman's own will extending outward, eroding, and even dominating it.

Like a king issuing a command, making the world listen to his voice alone, it is a miracle of one person suppressing a corner of the world.

The final result was an incredible, mythical sword aura that seemed to pierce through the air.

At this moment, the sword's body was empty, and all the muscles in his body had no strength left. However, his will, spirit, and even soul were in an unprecedented state of excitement, faintly touching the limit of swordsmanship he had reached after surpassing his limits.

The weapon in his hand slowly began to glow, a glow paler than pale white, yet brighter than the first rays of dawn. Yu Jian, who was already in a critical state, began to subtly change.

The spirit is burning, the body is boiling.

The feeling is hard to describe; it's like standing in front of a staircase, hesitating whether to take the first step.

Once he takes that first step, he might fall into an abyss, or he might ascend the steps to godhood and begin his journey from mortal to immortal.

So, do we have to make a choice?
Do you want to make a choice now?
"Stop, young man, I am not your enemy."

The king riding the blue elk suddenly spoke, flipping open his visor to reveal an ordinary middle-aged face.

With his eyes slightly lowered, Yu Jian stood on the headless corpse of the tyrant, silently looking down at the second King of Color who appeared before him.

The boy stood backlit, his handsome face now shrouded in darkness, with only his two gazes shining brightly as if they were real.

Even though it was only one person watching, the massive blue legion was moved, as if a boulder had been thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread across their originally orderly ranks.

"Young people these days are really something else."

The Blue King let out a middle-aged-style sigh, then slowly and deliberately got off the reindeer.

Despite the horse's exceptionally handsome appearance, its owner's movements were anything but elegant, resembling an old father struggling to climb off a motorcycle.

Upon seeing this, Yu Jian was taken aback, and his fierce aura softened slightly. Furthermore, he was quite certain he had seen the deer secretly roll its eyes.

Now, Yujian was starting to believe that the other party wasn't there to fight.

"dad?"

Akane Isshiki's voice came from behind, tinged with hesitation and uncertainty. Beside her stood a weary-looking Yurika Aizen, along with several residents of White Castle carrying miscellaneous items, their faces filled with wariness and suspicion.

The Blue King removed his helmet, took a deep breath, and then, with a broad smile, straightened his chest and opened his arms to Isshiki Akane.

"Sisi, it's Daddy."

"Really? Why has your beard turned blue?"

Akane Isshiki suddenly became fluent in her speech, which actually made the Blue King's words seem more credible. After all, many people with communication difficulties can only have normal conversations with their family members.

"Uh, to be precise, I'm the father of most of them, but I'm also Sisi's father." The Blue King stroked his gentlemanly mustache and removed his ceremonial robes to indicate that he meant no harm.

"Most of the fathers?" Akane Isshiki was completely confused.
"This child..." The Blue King was speechless for a moment. Yu Jian saw his eyebrows twitching up and down as if dancing, but in the end he could only sigh heavily.

The middle-aged man in blue robes and armor slumped his shoulders, turned to look at Yujian Ming and Aizen Bailixiang, gave a slight bow, and then said very politely:

"Are you two Sisi's classmates? I'm so sorry, it seems my child has caused you trouble."

"Not at all, you're too kind." Lily returned the greeting instinctively, but Yujian noticed that her gaze still carried a hint of wariness, though she concealed it well.

Even so, the atmosphere became more harmonious. The other party was probably holding back, but now was not the time to pry. My own condition was poor, and the overall condition of White City was far from 'good'.

Seeing that Yurika had communicated well with the other party, Mitsurugi simply sheathed his weapon. In any case, at least he could rest for a while.

He needed to recover his strength as soon as possible and find a quiet place to meditate. He was becoming different, not just in terms of physical enhancement or swordsmanship improvement, but in a more incredible way, happening on the spiritual and intellectual level.

In the darkness, it seemed that Yu Jian was about to break through some kind of limit. If he could once again unleash a sword aura that transcended the limits of mortals, he wouldn't need to worry about any conspiracies or tricks; if there were any problems, he could simply flip the table.

Yurika and Mitsurugi exchanged a glance for a moment, then nodded almost imperceptibly.

What great chemistry, President...

Yu Jian smiled slightly, not worried about any bad luck, and sat down cross-legged on the headless remains of the Red King, which was as tall as a giant, and began to silently comprehend the changes within himself.

He was always very tolerant of the losers, and even if there were any lingering souls, he didn't mind being scolded a few times.

When the victor raises his sword, he is destined to hear the curses of the loser, which are nothing more than noises that cannot even be called wind and frost.

"Uh, that student." The blue king hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Don't worry about it, Mikage just likes high places." Yurika gave a seemingly reasonable but actually insincere answer.

"Oh, when I was young, I also loved climbing to high places and looking out into the distance, hoping to paint even more beautiful scenery," Lan Wang said with a sigh.
These words seemed to confirm Isshiki Akane's identity, and she immediately rushed over to hug him, then let out a low sob.

"I'm sorry, it was Dad's fault." Lan Wang sighed and gently patted his daughter's back.

The deer also came over and licked Akane Isshiki, acting very affectionately.

"Mr. Isshiki, may I ask what exactly happened before? And what is the story behind this strange kingdom of colors?" Yurika asked the crucial question.

"Oh, to my shame, most of the blame lies with me; I was too far-fetched."

With that, the Blue King waved his hand, signaling the army behind him to retreat. The silent, frozen warriors then retreated into the shadows, like a massive, silent, floating iceberg.

Blue King found a flat spot and sat down with Iroha Akane, who was sobbing uncontrollably.

"This story begins with one of my students. To be precise, he was not my direct disciple, but he had received some guidance from me."

"That day, this young man came to visit me and brought with him a magical paint. It is said that it uses the latest technology and can make the paint change with the painter's mood, showing the color that best expresses the emotion at that time."

“That doesn’t sound very scientific,” Lily shook her head.

"I'm just an artist and don't know much about science. I thought it was some kind of new invention I'd never heard of before." Lan Wang said helplessly, not minding revealing his own shortcomings.

"After that person left, I couldn't think of what to draw for a while. Suddenly, I flipped through the picture book I made for Sisi before, and a very whimsical idea popped into my head."

"If I use self-suggestion combined with hypnosis to generate seven strong emotions, thereby obtaining special colors corresponding to them, wouldn't I be able to create the most infectious picture book works..." Lan Wang said, revealing a very artistic and whimsical idea.

Even someone as composed and reserved as Aizen Yurika couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at this moment, barely managing to refrain from asking something extremely rude like, "Are you alright?"

After that, Yu Jian stopped listening, because he had entered a deeper state of meditation.

Seeing it, I rejected it.

Listen, then reject.

Smell it, and reject it.

Taste it with your tongue, then reject it.

Physical contact, rejection.

Reject the idea!
The world was plunged into darkness, and all that remained was 'me'.

Then, he began to look inward.

Then, a sword came into view.

A broken sword.

(End of this chapter)