Chapter 58: Killer Species

【You have killed Guard Kameda Eiji, obtained 5 Dimension Points】

【You have killed Minister Sato Maneki, obtained 30 Dimension Points】

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【You have killed a total of 100 people, completed Milestone: Killer Species】

【You have unlocked new milestones: Murderer (Rare), Shura (Rare)】

【Killer Species—Because you have killed too many humans, you naturally exude a terrifying killing intent. Equipping this will cause additional damage to Human Species creatures and has a certain probability of causing Human Species to flee in terror】

【Do you wish to change the equipped milestone?】

"Change"

Only then did Bai Cangshu see the series of notifications; he stood atop the samurai's Tachi, as if a Crane perched upon a branch.

Ito Hiroyuki's muscles stiffened from a massive sense of dread; looking up at the man standing on his Tachi, he felt even more that the other party was exuding a terrifying sense of oppression out of thin air.

It was a temperament completely different from any Martial Artist or master swordsman he had ever encountered, as if he were a different species from himself.

Clang! The sound of a sword rang out; behind Ito Hiroyuki, another swordsman slashed over.

Ito Hiroyuki also regained his composure, coordinating with his teammate, and directly followed the momentum to draw his sword; the 【Tao Baibai's Pink Robe】 on Bai Cangshu had the effect of increasing Martial Arts proficiency by 1 level.

At this very moment, he was already like a Martial Artist who had grasped the way, his movements free and fluid, his feet tapping lightly as his figure drifted up, leaping high in a way that completely defied intuition.

The swordsman's strike missed, and Bai Cangshu descended from the sky, stepping down with one foot.

Bang! The extreme lightness instantly transformed into extreme weight; over a thousand catties of force instantly crushed the swordsman's head down into his chest cavity.

Seeing this scene, Ito Hiroyuki only felt a chill spread from his tailbone throughout his entire body.

The other party was more terrifying than any Martial Artist he had ever seen, as dreadful as those man-eating Ghosts known as Upper Rank.

Bai Cangshu looked at the swordsman, who seemed stunned silly by him and frozen in place, chuckled, turned around, and with a bang, shattered the floor, continuing his violent pursuit.

It took a long while for Ito Hiroyuki to come to his senses, collapsing to the ground; the rear support troops arrived, saw the collapsed guard, and asked, "Ito-san, where is His Highness?"

Ito Hiroyuki was distraught; ignoring the strange looks, he let go of the sword in his hand and staggered toward the perimeter.

"That is not human technique, it must be the awakening of ancient mysteries... it is sorcery..."

He looked like a man whose will had been crushed, and the others could only continue the pursuit.

Boom, boom, boom! Kyoto at this moment was in chaos, with explosions appearing from every corner from time to time.

Some were small explosions caused by that kind of earth gunpowder, some were explosions of new black powder, but there were others—those military and political key locations, as well as some ministers' residences and troop barracks.

They were suffering from high-explosive bombardment that did not belong to this era at all.

It was even mixed with some Infrasonic Wave weapons.

This was an attack launched by the stubborn old forces of Kyoto, who had united with Shintoism and Yin-Yang Masters, coordinating with the Professor and others.

Their core purpose, besides damaging the forces under Hirohito, was to bombard those mansions and residences that might be hiding man-eating Ghosts.

Now that the sun had risen, as long as the hiding places of the man-eating Ghosts were bombed, no matter how terrifying the man-eating Ghosts were at night, they could not survive.

The Yin-Yang Masters of the Tsuchimikado clan, a prestigious family of Onmyoji, wore ritual robes and kept throwing the explosives made of black powder all around, their faces flushed red amidst the explosions.

In this era, the effects of their Yin-Yang Arts were minimal, and they could not even command their Shikigami; the Meiji Restoration was like a flood, constantly washing away the glory they had from the past Heian Period.

But at this moment, holding the explosives, they felt as if they had returned to the recorded Heian Period, wielding Yin-Yang Arts, their every move possessing great deterrent power.

"Haha, the times have changed?"

"Then let's blow you new-generation hunting dogs to death first!"

The Professor saw the constant notifications; Kyoto was hiding a large number of man-eating Ghosts, and under the bustling night, many people at the bottom of society had unknowingly become food for certain man-eating Ghosts.

But at this moment, the constant notifications of man-eating Ghosts dying allowed them to obtain many rewards.

Of course, because many were not killed personally, the reward points were not high, but because of the huge quantity, the harvest was still substantial. Moreover, at this moment, the strength comparison of the Main Mission began to change; the power of the faction belonging to the Demon Slayer Corps had been rising, especially those old-era noble families abandoned by the times for various reasons, particularly those noble families and shrines linked to religion and mysterious powers.

They all began to unite because they had a common enemy in Kibutsuji Muzan and Hirohito.

The Ubuyashiki Clan could indeed be considered a noble family in the region, having intermarried with Shinto priest families for generations.

But at this moment, even the largest shrine in Kyoto, 【Fushimi Inari-taisha】, stood on their side.

The suppression they had suffered before, the annexed family assets, the land deeds—none of it was a problem anymore.

Because no matter how much they were abandoned by the times, these noble families, which had monopolized vast wealth for hundreds of years, still had deep-rooted advantages.

Almost instantly, the balance of power between the two sides returned to a three-to-seven ratio.

The Professor knew that as long as Hirohito, this future Emperor, died, the remaining few princes would inevitably fall into chaos over the position of the next Emperor.

All political forces would be re-divided.

If someone wanted the power of Kibutsuji Muzan, then someone would inevitably choose the side of the Demon Slayer Corps and Shintoism that was hostile to Muzan.

This was a balance.

Just like the political party forces in many countries, as one wanes, the other waxes, tending toward parity.

Now... we only need to wait for our Monster to kill that future Emperor...

The Professor looked toward the center of Kyoto. —After Bai Cangshu's Martial Arts and Footwork proficiencies advanced, his steps were no longer as violent, but his speed was even more terrifying.

When he sprinted, his body was almost beginning to tilt, and the air emitted a dull whistle.

The ninja held Hirohito by the back of his collar with one hand; although the speed was still very fast for an ordinary person, feeling the terrifying wind behind him, he knew it was already impossible to escape.

He glanced at the inconspicuous wooden house in the distance, and the Red Moon Flag stuck on the door lintel.

The ninja took a deep breath, pushed Hirohito hard, and at the same time turned around instantly.

"Your Highness, ahead is the hideout prepared by that lord; I believe with the protection of those Ghost Moons, Your Highness can return to Tokyo."

The ninja's voice was somewhat thin; hearing his loyal personal guard speak this way, Hirohito didn't even have the time to reply, staggering as he ran forward.

It was just that his waist and knees were weak, and he couldn't run fast no matter what.

The black-clad ninja had already adjusted his breathing at this time, drew the long sword from his back, and held it vertically in front of him.

Bai Cangshu stopped instantly, his body changing freely between extreme motion and extreme stillness.

He looked at the slender ninja holding a sword in a unique stance, feeling somewhat disappointed.

"Are you not going to weave hand seals?"

"I want to witness this so-called Ninja Arts."

The ninja looked at the strongest human he had likely ever seen in his life, exhaled a breath of stale air, and then flicked his wrist, throwing a black sphere.

Bai Cangshu tilted his head just two centimeters, letting the black sphere miss by a hair's breadth.

Bang! Black smoke exploded, shrouding Bai Cangshu.

The ninja instantly held his sword and charged into the smoke.

A so-called ninja is someone who endures all extreme environments to carry out assassinations.

Bai Cangshu frowned; the breathing rhythm between his nose and mouth was disrupted, as this smoke bomb was mixed with some kind of pungent-smelling ingredient.

Bai Cangshu tapped his foot, his figure already retreating backward, but the next moment, a chill struck from behind.

Bai Cangshu suddenly bent his waist, his upper body leaning forward, and his right leg kicked toward his back like a poisonous dragon.

Pfft! (End of this chapter)