Himejima Gyomei expressed his support for Ubuyashiki Kagaya's approach through scripture.
He understood, and therefore, he supported.
"This is the most respectful and correct course of action, Master. Please rest assured, I will not fail you. I will magnificently cut off Muzan's head!"
Uzui Tengen also stepped forward to express his support.
Shinazugawa Sanemi's gaze continued to shift.
The next person was Tomioka Giyuu.
"Besides this, do we have a better chance to kill Muzan?"
Tomioka Giyuu's indifferent tone sounded like a rhetorical question, but he was genuinely asking. However, everyone took this as an affirmation of his stance.
For once, Shinazugawa Sanemi didn't get angry and argue with Tomioka Giyuu.
"If this is Master's will, then I also agree."
Seemingly influenced by the others, Kanroji Mitsuri wiped away the tears from her face, raised her hand, and spoke.
Following her was Iguro Obanai.
Seeing this, Shinazugawa Sanemi let go of his internal struggle, closed his eyes, and said with difficulty:
"Then, let's do as you say."
...
...
The Hashira Meeting continued until noon, and Qingshui pulled Tamayo into it again.
To win this war, they needed her poison.
Because Kocho Shinobu was pregnant, Qingshui became the one to assist Tamayo in developing new poisons.
He had fully taken over all the poison-making achievements that Kocho Shinobu had developed against Demons.
Moreover, as Chiyo's disciple, the top poison master in the Ninja World, Qingshui was no stranger to poisons.
It was just that in most cases, he hadn't needed to use this method. But medicine and poison were inseparable. In terms of pharmacology and biomedical knowledge, Qingshui couldn't compare to the great masters in this field in the Marvel and DC Universes, but he was far ahead of this world.
When the meeting ended and night fell, Qingshui left the Ubuyashiki Mansion.
With his walking speed, traveling at full pace, it took him less than half an hour to reach the Butterfly Mansion, arriving at a room in the deepest part.
Unlocking the door with a key, Qingshui walked to the table.
The equipment he had purchased earlier was now idle.
Qingshui took out an iron box engraved with sealing runes from the table. After breaking the seal, he opened it.
Two test tubes stood quietly in a fixed holder.
One contained bright red blood, and the other was semi-transparent and light red.
Qingshui took the first one, dripped a drop of blood onto a slide, and placed it under an electronic microscope for observation. He then took out some chemicals and began testing.
A few hours later, a look of joy appeared on Qingshui's face.
This time, his blood showed no signs of mutation in various simulated environments!
In other words, the experiment was a success!
"The serum that can perfectly demonize me... No, this can no longer be considered demonization. There are no side effects; this is truly an evolutionary serum!"
Qingshui exhaled a turbid breath, then took a deep one.
He carefully put away the experimental blood, took out the serum and a syringe, drew the serum into the syringe, then sat down in a chair and rolled up his sleeve.
The slender needle pierced his skin, and along a visible vein, the serum was injected into Qingshui's body.
Qingshui closed his eyes, fully concentrating his senses, to experience the changes in his body.
After a short while, a strange warm current was generated within Qingshui's body, causing him to tremble slightly in his seat.
*Thump! Thump! Thump!*
His heart pounded like an engine.
Blood surged, muscles quivered, and even his bones clicked softly.
His entire body, from inside out, was undergoing a transformation in some life form.
Qingshui could feel his vitality surging, and the amount of Chakra within him rapidly increasing.
In just this short time, his Chakra volume had increased severalfold!
The changes continued throughout the night.
It wasn't until sunlight streamed through the door crack that Qingshui opened his eyes. He involuntarily clenched his hand, easily crushing the armrest of the chair.
This was a result of his power skyrocketing, and Qingshui hadn't yet adapted to it.
However, with the Transparent World and Qingshui's high degree of control over his own body, he merely stood up, took a few steps, and shook his hands. Qingshui quickly adapted to the explosive increase in his strength.
There were no other abnormalities in his body, only an overflowing vitality and a surge of Chakra he had never felt before.
And a powerful hunger.
While Demons possess strength far exceeding that of ordinary humans and incredible regenerative abilities, they also require human blood to replenish their energy.
Qingshui didn't feel any cravings for blood, but his body had undergone a significant strengthening in a short period, so it naturally needed a large amount of nutritional replenishment.
*"WHOOSH!"*
A corner of the curtain was pulled back, and Qingshui slowly extended his hand into the sunlight.
The gentle morning light caressed his skin, bringing a sense of warmth. His fingernails reflected the sun, and the fine hairs on the back of his hand were clearly visible in the light.
He didn't turn to ash like a Demon when exposed to the sun, nor did he feel any burning sensation.
A smile appeared on Qingshui's face. He pushed open the door and called out.
"Aoi! Could you please make me a few extra portions of breakfast this morning! Hmm, let's start with ten servings!"
One hour later.
Qingshui patted his stomach and left the Butterfly Mansion.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Kanzaki Aoi and several Kakushi responsible for cooking were all slumped exhausted over the stove.
Qingshui had eaten not just ten portions of breakfast, but thirty.
"I should have a Blood Demon Art too. No, I'm not a Demon, so it should be called a special ability. I just don't know what kind it is yet."
Facing the morning sun, Qingshui walked along the path outside the Butterfly Mansion, his brows furrowed in thought.
After eating a certain number of humans, Demons automatically awaken their Blood Demon Art as the energy within them increases.
Given the energy within him, he certainly should have awakened a similar ability.
He hadn't felt any air manipulation abilities like his DC avatar and main body, nor had he gained control over lightning or anything similar.
That was a good thing, to avoid duplicate abilities.
But he couldn't breathe fire, nor could he breathe water. Yet, Qingshui had an inexplicable mastery over the energy within himself that he couldn't quite explain or articulate.
After some thought, Qingshui extended his thumb, put it in his mouth, and with a bite, drew a drop of fresh blood.
Most Demon Blood Demon Arts were related to blood.
Was his also?
Qingshui carefully sensed the drop of blood on his hand.
There was indeed a strange sensation, but he couldn't do things like Nezuko, who could turn her blood into fire.
It wasn't changing the form of the blood; instead, it felt somewhat like…
Qingshui flicked his finger, sending the drop of blood flying into the distance.
The next instant, his figure also vanished from where he stood, flashing to the location of that drop of blood.
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