Zongman: Evolution Paradise

If Kaigaku was a dispensable cleaner who switched jobs, then Nakime was Muzan Kibutsuji's personal secretary.

What exactly happened? The last time I came here, it was about allocating territory.

Kaigaku dared not ask any further questions, because Nakime summoned the Twelve Demon Moons according to their rank.

Everyone present was ranked higher than him.

"Ugly woman, why did you summon us here?"

Kaigaku looked over and saw that the one speaking was Daki, who was currently ranked as one of the Lower Moons.

She was originally Upper Moon Six, but her ranking was pushed down by Nakime, and she and Nakime got along very badly.

Moreover, she personally hates ugly people and ghosts.

Nakime's appearance wasn't exactly ugly, but it was so unattractive that it evoked no desire in anyone.

The reason I know so much is because Kaigaku was also called an ugly ghost by Daki.

Nakime simply played the biwa, her black hair completely covering her face, and did not respond to Daki's meaning, which made Daki even more furious.

Ignoring the other side, Kaigaku looked at Kokushibo, who was standing at the highest point.

One of the current Upper Moon demons, the vice-ruler of the Demon Kingdom.

He stood there calmly, a knife covered in eyes tucked at his waist, making no move, yet he was already the most sinister and terrifying being.

Kaigaku had heard that Kokushibo was once a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, but he didn't know that Kokushibo was also Yoriichi Tsugikuni's older brother and had a cooperative relationship with Muzan Kibutsuji, rather than being a simple subordinate.

Kokushibo became one of the Upper Moons, while he was only the Third Lower Moon.

The enormous difference made Kaigaku's breathing quicken. Looking at Kokushibo's figure, Kaigaku couldn't help but put himself in his shoes.

“We’re both Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen, and we both master breathing techniques. If I can get enough blood, I can reach that level too…”

The next moment, Kaigaku's head flew high into the air and landed on the ground, staring in disbelief at his suddenly separated body.

Kokushibo put away the Hollow Crying God in his hand and said calmly, "If you are dissatisfied, you can challenge me to a bloodbath when you become an Upper Moon."

Kaigaku didn't dare to reply. He put on a fawning smile and controlled his body to lift the head back onto his neck, using his strength to reconnect the flesh and blood.

The position-swapping bloodbath is a method for demons to exchange positions, but regardless of life or death during the process, Kaigaku would never dare to have such thoughts about Kokushibo.

Just then, the melody of the pipa began to change, and the Ghost King appeared!

Ghost Dance Tsuji Mukai!

Chapter 59 Learning the Breath of Wind

When Kibutsuji Muzan, dressed in a black kimono and geisha attire, appeared before everyone.

The ghosts had already guessed what had happened, after all, only eleven ghosts had arrived so far.

One ghost was absent during the Twelve Ghost Months...

Kibutsuji Muzan swept his gaze over the assembled demons and slowly said, "Lower Moon Five is dead."

"Even though they destroyed the Demon Slayer Corps' headquarters and established a demon kingdom, the Lower Moons could still die at the hands of the Demon Slayer Corps."

Perhaps because Rui shared the same experiences as Muzan Kibutsuji, Muzan always loved that child and even allowed him to spend time with other demons.

Muzan Kibutsuji was especially enraged by Muzan's death from exhaustion.

Kaigaku inexplicably sensed a killing intent, lowered his head, and dared not look at Muzan.

Unfortunately, what you don't want to happen often does.

Muzan glanced at him and asked, "Kaigaku, what do you think?"

Kaigaku replied tremblingly, "Although the Demon Slayer Corps has suffered heavy losses, it still has the Wind Pillar, Flame Pillar, and Water Pillar remaining. If the Lower Moon Five encounters a Pillar-level opponent, they should be powerless to resist..."

The next moment, he collapsed to the ground in agony, feeling as if his blood was boiling.

Muzan Kibutsuji's face was cold; he was almost laughing in anger.

For over a thousand years, these created demons have still not found the Blue Spider Lily, nor have they been able to completely destroy the Demon Slayer Corps.

As the lower moon of the Twelve Demon Moons, it couldn't even defeat a single Pillar, and was replaced in turn.

"If that's the case, is there still any need for the Lower Moon to exist?"

His expression grew increasingly cold; Muzan Kibutsuji was ready to eliminate all these useless demons.

"My lord, wait a moment. Perhaps the death of Lower Moon Five was not due to the Pillars."

Before Kaigaku could speak again, Kibutsuji Muzan had already read his thoughts.

"The Demon Slayer Corps once predicted that one person would be able to defeat the Demon King!"

Kaigaku harbored a sense of wishful thinking; he himself did not believe the prophecy.

But for some reason, Muzan Kibutsuji stopped the punishment and remained silent for a moment.

He glanced at all the Lower Moons, including Daki, and said coldly, "Go find the person who killed Lower Moon Five and kill him."

Before the Lower Moons could ask any questions, Nakime moved them out of the Infinity Castle.

Kibutsuji Muzan glanced at his black kimono covered in strange patterns, pondered for a moment, and then turned to look at Upper Moon Three Akaza.

"You go too. If they can't do it, kill the Lower Moon as well."

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As dawn broke, Shinazugawa Sanemi woke up in bed and rubbed his messy hair.

The aroma wafted from outside, causing Sanemi Shinazugawa to frown in confusion.

He always practices swordsmanship first thing in the morning, so he shouldn't be cooking this early. What's with the smell outside?

Picking up his Nichirin Blade, Sanemi Shinazugawa stepped out of the room, where he saw Jolyne having dinner.

Why are you here?

Although I knew Jolyne would be here today to learn the Breath of Wind, I didn't expect him to arrive so early.

Sanemi Shinazugawa's cheeks twitched in disbelief.

The Demon Slayer Corps naturally consists of many support personnel, not just swordsmen.

Most of these people have a deep hatred for demons, but they lack the aptitude to learn breathing techniques and cannot become swordsmen, so they work in logistics within the Demon Slayer Corps.

"I just wanted to finish learning the Breath of Wind as soon as possible."

No one knows whether tomorrow or an accident will come first. Jolyne plans to speed things up a bit. After completing the second phase of the mission here, she will immediately begin preparing to kill Muzan, and first maximize her strength.

"The Breath of the Wind is not something that can be learned so easily."

Sanemi Shinazugawa frowned as he reminded him.

Recalling Jolyne's performance yesterday, she explained, "Even if your physical fitness meets the standards, I can't see any trace of you having practiced swordsmanship."

Jolyne waved her hand casually.

"Don't worry, I used to be a genius too..."

"genius?"

Sanemi Shinazugawa had indeed met a genius; that person was the Mist Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps.

The Mist Hashira, Muichiro Tokito, originally learned the Breath of Wind. He reached the level of a Hashira in just two months and even developed his own Mist Breathing that was more suitable for him.

However, facing the approaching Upper Moon, Mist Shoji remains bedridden.

Even if someone is a genius, what use is their power if they don't have time to realize it?

Sanemi Shinazugawa gripped his sword, intending to let Jolyne experience firsthand the difficulty of learning the Breathing Technique.

If you're too careless, forget about killing the Demon King; you might as well survive the Twelve Demon Moons first.

After breakfast, Sanemi Shinazugawa led Jolyne to the courtyard.

The so-called breathing technique is actually a special breathing method to strengthen the cardiopulmonary function, thereby allowing the blood to absorb a large amount of oxygen in a short period of time, which can instantly increase the body's abilities and temporarily give it physical strength comparable to that of a demon.

The "pillar level" refers to the state of being able to maintain this breathing at all times.

Breath of the Wind is one of the five basic breathing techniques derived from Breath of the Sun.

There are nine sword types in total, and the attack style is as swift and powerful as a gust of wind. It mainly uses fierce and agile attacks and is full of sharp edge.

It is suitable for people who hate evil as much as they would have blood drawn and whose temperament is as volatile as a raging storm.

Although Jolyne's personality doesn't quite fit the mold, he has his own learning methods.

"Just use the Breath of Wind to attack me, and I'll learn the rest myself."

Jolyne said this to Sanemi Shinazugawa.

This was the first time Shinazugawa Sanemi had ever heard of such a learning method. He switched to a wooden training sword, stood facing Jolyne, and asked again, "Are you sure you want to practice like this?"

"of course."

Jolyne had already opened his third eye; an eye-shaped symbol flashed between his eyebrows, signaling his readiness.

"Then watch carefully!"

Sanemi Shinazugawa assumed a fighting stance, slashing rapidly at Jolyne with his wooden sword.

It's still the Breath of the Wind, First Form: Dust Whirlwind, Slash!

This time, however, Jolyne did not use her divine sense to observe the attack trajectory.

Instead, they observed Sanemi Shinazugawa's breathing, the changes in his body, and the flow of air when he launched his attack.

As the blade approached, Jolyne's pupils constricted, and she suppressed her instinct to dodge.

Control your eyes to firmly imprint this scene in your mind.

Do you think you can learn just by watching?

Sanemi Shinazugawa stopped his wooden sword, which was about to hit Jolyne, with dissatisfaction, somewhat unable to understand what Jolyne was doing.

"Just come on over."

Xu Lun stopped using his Heavenly Eye and gently rubbed his brow. His Heavenly Eye was still at a low level, and using it so frequently would consume a lot of energy. This was why he had only used his divine sense when necessary.

Upon hearing Jolyne's response, Shinazugawa Sanemi's already volatile temper was instantly ignited, and a raging fire surged within him.

He remained silent, channeling his anger into his increasingly rapid breath of wind, the wooden sword in his hand whistling and dancing like a whirlwind, his aura growing ever more fierce and intimidating.

Despite the constant barrage of First Form Slashes, Jolyne remained calm and composed.

He focused all his attention on his Heavenly Eye, meticulously observing every subtle change that occurred around Shinazugawa Sanemi.

As time slowly passed, Jolyne's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat due to the excessive use of his third eye, and his understanding of the Breath of the Wind was gradually deepening.

Until a certain moment, Sanemi Shinazugawa once again unleashed his First Form, arriving before Jolyne, and was about to habitually withdraw his power.

However, at that very moment, Jolyne moved.

His breathing began to change, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated!

Jolyne lightly stepped onto the ground, and with the movement of her body, she slashed forward with her wooden sword, actively meeting the attack.

"This is?"

The wooden sword in his hand was knocked away, and Shinazugawa Sanemi's face showed three parts blankness, two parts bewilderment, and five parts disbelief.

If he wasn't mistaken, or rather, he couldn't possibly be mistaken! He is the strongest Wind Breathing user of all time!

"Wind Breathing. First Form. Dust Whirlwind. Slash!"

After unleashing this strike, Jolyne exhaled and uttered the name of the move.

[You have independently learned the skill - Breath of the Wind]

[You have completed Phase Two: Learning Breathing Techniques]

"Thanks, Brother Fengzhu."

Having mastered the Breath of the Wind, Jolyne was in high spirits. She handed the wooden sword back to the Wind Pillar and turned to leave.

At this point, less than ten minutes had passed since Jolyne began her studies.

The training time was shorter than the time Joreen spent eating breakfast.