Chapter 97: Sowing Blessings Widely, Reaping All Living Beings! Seed of the Divine Bloodline

Developing an extraordinary system from nothing.

It is certainly not something easily accomplished.

Even with Kanao Tsuyuri, Shinobu Kocho, Kamado Nezuko, and Kamado Naho beside him as reference points and research subjects.

For a long time afterward, Luo Fu made no progress on his earlier conjectures.

He even entertained the thought more than once of simply waiting to cling to some powerful figure’s leg.

Unfortunately, after his first entry into the shared space, Luo Fu was unable to enter it a second time for a long while.

With no other choice, he could only bide his time, relentlessly studying the energy that drives Blood Demon Arts.

Diligence never betrays the earnest.

After months of fruitless effort, he finally succeeded—when the Kamado children were transformed into demons and awakened their own Blood Demon Arts, giving Luo Fu more reference targets, he condensed the long-planned special energy in the fleeting instant before activating his own Blood Demon Art.

This energy was formless and colorless, a fleeting surge born within the bloodline at the very moment a demon activated a Blood Demon Art.

It was the product of the unification of essence, qi, and spirit.

Born from the depths of the physical bloodline, the instinct of life’s operation, and the fusion of mental will.

Under normal circumstances, this energy’s duration was negligible, as it instantly transformed into a Blood Demon Art within an imperceptibly short time after manifestation.

Only after studying the entire Kamado family, Shinobu Kocho, and Kanao Tsuyuri did Luo Fu finally seize that fleeting opportunity and condense this special energy within himself.

This ability resembled the golden light emitted by the Golden Light Spell of Dragon Tiger Mountain in the Yiren world.

It was endlessly malleable and extraordinarily agile—capable of transforming into a glowing green light for healing like Kamado Nezuko, into flames that burned blood like Kamado Naho, and even into bodily transformations akin to a Logia Devil Fruit, though only physical forms could be altered.

Water and earth were possible, but wind, fire, and lightning were not.

After meticulous research, Luo Fu named this energy, which enhanced his essence, qi, and spirit toward perfect balance, Bloodline Primordial Energy.

After creating—or rather, capturing—this energy, Luo Fu immediately shut himself away, devoting himself entirely to accumulating Bloodline Primordial Energy.

Unlike chakra, which can be refined and used at any moment, chakra cannot be stored except in rare special techniques.

Luo Fu’s Bloodline Primordial Energy could permeate his entire body without flowing through the extraordinary meridians or the three channels and seven wheels, instead coursing through all tissues without obstruction, even condensing onto any organ or cell.

After a period of effort and refining Bloodline Primordial Energy to achieve perfect balance of essence, qi, and spirit, Luo Fu soon realized that the system he had created.

Did not, in fact, offer a direct path to transcendence.

Even at this stage—where essence, qi, and spirit were balanced—the path could only be advanced through painstaking, incremental effort.

This was not what Luo Fu wanted. In the course of a living being’s existence, even during sleep, essence, qi, and spirit continuously leaked away.

Although Luo Fu had created Bloodline Primordial Energy, if he could not achieve a leap in its growth and strengthen his essence, qi, and spirit, his power would remain permanently stuck.

He would be nothing more than an individual who did not require human flesh, lived far longer than ordinary humans, and possessed some unique abilities.

He had not achieved any fundamental transformation of life itself.

This was the predicament where individual power, even when mastering the extraordinary, could not attain true sovereignty over oneself.

The Demon Slayer world was not a realm endowed with special heavenly spiritual energy or primordial aura.

The orthodox cultivation system had no other method but slow, grinding progress.

Even Luo Fu could not conceive of a better approach.

After being trapped in another impasse for a long time, Luo Fu finally made the decision foreseen by Ubuyashiki Kyojuro.

In the ninja world, the Sage of Six Paths had divided chakra among all ninja, then secretly siphoned chakra harvested by all living beings, taking his cut—much like his mother Kaguya Otsutsuki.

The Sage of Six Paths could play such a game in the ninja world; Luo Fu could do the same in the Demon Slayer world.

Especially since Luo Fu had uncovered the essence of extraordinary power and innovatively created Bloodline Primordial Energy.

Theoretically, this ability could be cultivated not only by demons, but by any normal lifeform possessing essence, qi, and spirit.

Luo Fu could spread this ability far and wide, while siphoning off the Bloodline Primordial Energy generated by all later cultivators to enhance himself.

This was precisely what “sowing blessings widely and reaping all living beings” meant.

Yet Luo Fu had not truly lost his mind; moreover, Bloodline Primordial Energy was a force born from the bloodline of a living being, the product of the unification of essence, qi, and spirit.

Even if Luo Fu could harvest it, fully assimilating it into himself still required further refinement.

If he recklessly absorbed others’ essence, qi, and spirit, his own purity would inevitably be corrupted.

Luo Fu had no desire to become a monstrous hybrid of man and demon through cultivating Bloodline Primordial Energy.

He had only just escaped his demonic state through the Blue Nirvana Flower and refining Bloodline Primordial Energy, becoming an unconventional extraordinary being—he would not throw himself into a pit from which he could never escape for the sake of a short-term shortcut.

Luo Fu’s Bloodline Primordial Energy was a true understanding of the subtleties of essence, qi, and spirit.

With Bloodline Primordial Energy, he could alter his form completely, undetectable by anyone, unless someone surpassed Luo Fu’s mastery of Bloodline Primordial Energy.

But remember, Bloodline Primordial Energy had not yet been taught to anyone since its creation by Luo Fu.

Now, stuck in this impasse, Luo Fu was about to break that precedent.

The first person Luo Fu taught Bloodline Primordial Energy to was Kamado Nezuko.

As he transmitted Bloodline Primordial Energy to Kamado Nezuko, Luo Fu also formally launched his next plan.

Disguising his identity, he took direct control of Asakusa Temple, replacing its abbot.

He brought Kanao Tsuyuri, Shinobu Kocho, and the entire Kamado family to Asakusa Temple as well.

Remember, monks in this country could marry and even bring their families.

Leveraging his innate Blood Demon Art of emotion manipulation, Luo Fu merely exerted a little effort to fully seize control of Asakusa Temple.

After securing Asakusa Temple as his base, Luo Fu finally began his next scheme.

Asakusa Temple, being the oldest temple in Tokyo, had a long history.

Once Luo Fu officially took control of Asakusa Temple, he quickly initiated his next plan.

Through the method of using blood as a catalyst during demon transformation, Luo Fu developed what he called the Primordial Energy Seed.

The Primordial Energy Seed was a product of Luo Fu’s Blood Demon Art, manipulating emotion and clones.

Condensed from Bloodline Primordial Energy, each seed was nearly equivalent to a clone or avatar of Luo Fu himself.

Blending moderate, non-extreme emotions with Bloodline Primordial Energy, these Primordial Energy Seeds could be planted within any person.

Like chakra seeds, those who received a Primordial Energy Seed would naturally feed it with their own essence, qi, and spirit.

In this process, Luo Fu’s Primordial Energy Seed harvested 95% of the host’s cultivated Bloodline Primordial Energy for itself.

After further transformation, it became entirely Luo Fu’s possession.

Of course, this alone was still unsafe—how could one easily assimilate another’s essence, qi, and spirit?

In this process, Luo Fu needed another layer of filtration—or rather, digestion.

Directly absorbing others’ Bloodline Primordial Energy was undoubtedly the stupidest approach, yet abandoning this shortcut would be even stupider.

Never forget: life itself is a constant process of extraction and consumption to sustain existence.

The most direct manifestation of this extraction is diet.

From infant breast milk to later grains, meat, fish, eggs, and dairy—all are processes of drawing from the external world to strengthen oneself.

Once this extraction ceases, life ends.

Luo Fu would never drain the well dry by harvesting others’ Bloodline Primordial Energy, but in the Taisho era, generations past and present were all targets for exploitation in his eyes—especially the upper class, the aristocratic elite.

As long as he found a way to further filter, digest, and absorb others’ Bloodline Primordial Energy, Luo Fu felt no moral burden, nor would any inner demon arise.

The method he conceived had two layers.

The first layer centered on the faith of Asakusa Temple.

Deliberately twisting truth and perverting facts, Luo Fu labeled the Bloodline Seed as a seed to awaken the divine lineage.

Japan’s eight million gods—nobles were naturally descendants of the highest deities, while commoners were merely offspring of minor spirits.

Everyone had access; anyone could easily cultivate their own Bloodline Primordial Energy through the Bloodline Seed.

But to activate the Bloodline Primordial Energy’s effects, extreme emotions were required.

Luo Fu’s innate Blood Demon Art was emotion manipulation; even his later clones were learned from Hantengu.

If host cultivators followed his distorted interpretation to cultivate Bloodline Primordial Energy, it would save Luo Fu most of the labor in the absorption process.

After all, his innate Blood Demon Art had a natural advantage in extracting extreme emotions.

The second layer of filtration consisted of Kamado Nezuko, Kamado Naho, Kanao Tsuyuri, and Shinobu Kocho.

As for the younger Kamado children, they were currently of little use—but Luo Fu had already marked them down.

One day, these children would become tools for Luo Fu to filter others’ Bloodline Primordial Energy.

In the short time since Luo Fu replaced the abbot of Asakusa Temple, countless people had been swayed by him into becoming human batteries for harvesting Bloodline Primordial Energy.

In fact, Luo Fu surpassed even the Black Spirit Clan in cunning.

Judging by surplus value, any person who received Luo Fu’s Primordial Energy Seed would have 95% of their cultivated Bloodline Primordial Energy harvested by him, leaving only 0.5% for their own use.

It was clear that this system, which forced individuals to sacrifice their essence, qi, and spirit to refine Bloodline Primordial Energy, would leave all but Luo Fu—the ultimate beneficiary—struggling even to attain longevity.

Moreover, Luo Fu could further trigger extreme emotions within a host through the Bloodline Seed to target specific individuals for harvesting.

Asakusa Temple had become a vast source of contamination, steadily polluting all of Tokyo and spreading across every facet of the country.

While Luo Fu continuously consolidated the foundation of his system,

Time flew swiftly by.

Near Asakusa Temple, a manor quietly changed hands, and a wisteria emblem was hung outside its gate.

In the Demon Slayer world, wisteria held a uniquely special status.

Any residence displaying a wisteria emblem was either owned by a Demon Slayer Corps member or closely tied to them.

According to Luo Fu’s knowledge, the only person likely to appear next to Asakusa Temple at this time and be closely connected to the Demon Slayer Corps was the one he had long awaited: Yuuji and Yushiro.

Dressed in black monastic robes and cassock, completely bald as if fully devoted to Buddhism, Luo Fu chose the next morning to visit Yuuji in broad daylight.

Outside the manor,

After the closed gate was knocked upon,

Luo Fu waited a long time before finally hearing Yu Shilang open the door.

Wrapped tightly in clothing and holding a black oil-paper umbrella to block out the sunlight, Yu Shilang’s eyes flickered with unmistakable impatience the moment he opened the door.

“Master, may I ask who Itachi are?” Yu Shilang asked Luo Fu with forced patience.

“Amitabha.” Having lingered too long in the Sensoji Temple, Luo Fu had grown accustomed to his current role as abbot. Holding a twelve-ringed staff in one hand and raising the other in front of his chest, he bowed slightly. “I am Luo Fu, abbot of Sensoji Temple. I’ve come to pay a visit to my new neighbor.”

“Master,” Yu Shilang did not doubt for a moment that this bald abbot, his scalp exposed to direct sunlight, could be a demon.

In fact, he sensed not the faintest trace of demonic energy from Luo Fu.

Bowing respectfully to Luo Fu, Yu Shilang said, “My master does not believe in Buddhism. I’m afraid your visit is in vain.”

“No matter. I came here because fate has brought me to my new neighbor.” Luo Fu regarded Yu Shilang with deep meaning. “Besides, I sense Itachi are unwell yourself—otherwise, why dress so heavily? Such avoidance of sunlight is no different from that of a demon.”

“Master,” Yu Shilang’s expression darkened. “Please leave. My master does not believe in Buddhism!”

“Don’t rush.” Luo Fu casually opened his palm, and a Yuan Neng Zhi Zhong—a seed recently launched by Sensoji Temple and widely praised throughout Tokyo and the entire nation—appeared in his hand.

The Yuan Neng Zhi Zhong was crafted by Fu, specifically to deceive the aristocratic elites of the nation.

But for demons, the Yuan Neng Zhi Zhong could free them from their dependence on human flesh—and even restore their memories of past lives.

Few demons retained more than obsession; those transformed by Kibutsuji Muzan’s blood had almost no memories or emotions from their human days.

Obsession and memory/emotion were entirely different things.

For example, Demons Sister and her brother, Gyutaro, still recognized each other as siblings after transformation, but their former feelings and memories were nearly gone.

Before Luo Fu, only Ju Shi and Yu Shilang had truly regained their emotions and memories.

In a sense, the Yuan Neng Zhi Zhong Luo Fu provided offered demons a chance to escape Kibutsuji Muzan’s control.

If it worked this way on demons, it would work even better on ordinary people. Without Luo Fu’s ruthless extraction of ninety-nine percent of their bloodline’s Yuan Neng, the Yuan Neng Zhi Zhong would have been the very key to unlocking the supernatural in this world.

Now, as Luo Fu presented the Yuan Neng Zhi Zhong before Yu Shilang,

Yu Shilang’s gaze sharpened. “This is...”

“It is the Yuan Neng Zhi Zhong.”

Since moving next door to Sensoji, Ju Shi had long wished to study this so-called Yuan Neng Zhi Zhong.

Even before, Yu Shilang and Ju Shi had secretly observed Sensoji Temple.

Their goal: to uncover what the Yuan Neng Zhi Zhong truly was.

On those who received the Yuan Neng Zhi Zhong, both Ju Shi and Yu Shilang sensed a faint resemblance to demons—yet these people feared no sunlight and showed no desire to consume human flesh.

Unfortunately, the Yuan Neng Zhi Zhong was extremely rare, and Sensoji guarded its secrets tightly. Unless one used underhanded methods, even Ju Shi and Yu Shilang could not obtain one through intermediaries.

After all, those who paid dearly for the Yuan Neng Zhi Zhong never left Sensoji—they used it immediately.

That was why Ju Shi and Yu Shilang had only heard of the Yuan Neng Zhi Zhong but never seen it.

“This is Sensoji’s Yuan Neng Zhi Zhong?” Yu Shilang exclaimed.

Luo Fu nodded slightly. “Your master must have been waiting for this for a long time. Well? Won’t Itachi invite me in?”

“Who are Itachi?”

Having spent years hiding with Ju Shi, Yu Shilang might lack other skills—but his vigilance far surpassed that of ordinary demons.

How could he allow this stranger to meet Ju Shi?

Yu Shilang’s caution made Luo Fu sigh softly. In an instant, he activated a Blood Demon Art, vanishing from sight and reappearing behind Yu Shilang—so swiftly that Yu Shilang had no time to react.

“Damn.”

Alarm bells rang in his mind. Without hesitation, Yu Shilang shouted, “Who are Itachi? What do Itachi intend to do to Miss Ju Shi?”

Seeing Yu Shilang rush forward to stop him,

Luo Fu glanced back at him, tapping his staff lightly on the ground.

A sudden gust of wind surged toward Yu Shilang.

Under the bright sun, Yu Shilang’s one hand held the umbrella to shield himself from lethal sunlight. He realized Luo Fu’s attack wasn’t meant merely to harm him—it aimed to destroy his protection.

At once, Yu Shilang panicked.

In that moment of hesitation, Luo Fu vanished from his sight entirely.

Inside the mansion,

when Luo Fu arrived, Ju Shi sat cross-legged before a tea table, wearing a floral kimono.

On the table, tea steam curled gently. Two cups of tea were already prepared.

“It seems Miss Ju Shi knew I would come.”

Luo Fu, staff in hand, sat before Ju Shi.

“No, I did not know Itachi would come,” Ju Shi shook her head, then took a fresh teacup. “This seat was originally Yu Shilang’s.”

As she replaced Luo Fu’s cup and poured him a fresh cup of hot tea,

Ju Shi asked, with a tone of curiosity, “Master Luo Fu, may I ask—what are Itachi?”

“As my neighbor, how could Itachi not know my identity? I am Luo Fu, abbot of Sensoji Temple.”

“The abbot of Sensoji Temple is not named Luo Fu,” Ju Shi said meaningfully. “According to what I know, the demon who escaped the Demon Slayer Corps’ joint ambush on Yunshou Mountain—that demon’s name is Luo Fu.”

“So Itachi think I am that demon?” Luo Fu chuckled. “I’ve heard demons turn to ash under sunlight. Compared to me, Itachi and that young man seem far more like demons.”

As Luo Fu and Ju Shi spoke,

Yu Shilang, who had arrived a moment too late, finally entered the room.

He saw the monk sitting in his own seat, facing Ju Shi.

“Miss Ju Shi, be careful!” Yu Shilang dropped his umbrella and rushed to protect her.

But Ju Shi suddenly waved her hand to stop him.

“Master Luo Fu means me no harm. Don’t be so tense, Yu Shilang.”

Though deeply suspicious of Luo Fu, Yu Shilang, who always obeyed Ju Shi, suppressed his caution and stood aside.

“Master Luo Fu, Itachi probably don’t remember—but we... met long, long ago.” Ju Shi stared at Luo Fu for a long moment, her voice filled with sorrow and nostalgia.

Her words struck Luo Fu’s mind like a flash of insight.

Ju Shi did not appear as she seemed—though her body looked nineteen, she had been a demon for centuries.

Luo Fu quickly recalled his former self’s memories. Among them, he found an image matching Ju Shi: a quiet girl who had always followed Kibutsuji Muzan, never leaving his side.

Luo Fu’s gaze sharpened. Compared to the lifeless girl he once knew, Ju Shi now seemed utterly transformed.

After a moment of silence, Luo Fu asked, “How did Itachi recognize me?”

He now wore the appearance of the Sensoji abbot—merely adopting the name Luo Fu after replacing the original abbot.

In appearance, he bore no resemblance to his former self.

He looked nothing like his former self.

(End of Chapter)