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Chapter Fifty-Three: The Belated Commencement Ceremony

"Okay."

Fengye smiled softly and patted Zhenshen on the shoulder.

It was also expected that Zhenshen didn't make much progress in swordsmanship. After all, although Zhenshen was quite outstanding, her original talent was only at the level of a column candidate, which was far inferior to other pillars. She could master swordsmanship.

The level of cultivation she has reached now is already her limit at this stage.

If she was given another few decades, she might be able to make further progress, but it would be difficult to make a qualitative leap.

"I came to see you this time, not to admonish you, but to give you the gift of becoming a disciple that I didn't give you before."

Said.

Feng Ye waved his right hand casually, and the light in his hand flickered, turning into a sword. He held it in his hand, and then handed it to Zhen Yan.

Although he didn't want to give Shinji too much power, it was a bit embarrassing to be neither up nor down now. As his disciple, it didn't make sense. Even in order not to destroy the balance, he had to at least reach a level that was not weaker than Shangxian Yi.

"This is……"

Zhen Yan looked at the silver-white sword handed over by Feng Ye, and was stunned for a moment, then quickly took it.

The moment she touched the sword, a feeling of compatibility came over her. She was pleasantly surprised to find that this sword was almost connected to her soul.

With a thought, the entire sword turned into silver light and melted, disappeared directly into her hand, and merged directly into her body.

"It is a higher quality than the Nichirin Sword you are using now, and the damage it causes is also higher. If an ordinary ghost is cut, even if it is not the neck, he will die directly. Even a stronger ghost will die.

It will leave wounds that are difficult to heal.”

Feng Ye explained simply.

He did not give this sword many special abilities. It only had the function of being retracted and retracted freely. But even so, it was much stronger than the Nichirin Sword. It was indestructible, and each sword was equivalent to real damage.

dysentery

Even for a ghost like Yiwozuo, if it is cut, the wound will be difficult to heal, and even if it heals, it will leave a scar, which means that the ghost's ability to heal indefinitely has been suppressed to the limit.

In this case, even if Zhenji encounters the black dead Mou on the string, he will still have the confidence to die together in a life-and-death fight.

"What a wonderful feeling..."

Zhen Shen looked at her hand in surprise. She could feel that there seemed to be some kind of energy hidden in her body. With a thought, it turned into a silver stream of light and poured out of her hand, turning into a sword blade again.

After repeatedly taking it into her body and taking it out, she finally reacted and hurriedly saluted Feng Ye:

"Thank you, Master!"

Feng Ye looked at this scene with a smile and said nothing. He just said something silently in his heart, just don't draw the sword from any strange places in the future.

It was only then that Zhenji had time to pay attention to the situation in the Butterfly House, and then he cautiously asked Fengye: "Master, what are you..."

"Oh, something small happened. Where do you live, please take me there to have a look."

Feng Ye said nonchalantly.

Maosaki muttered secretly in her heart, and then her eyes noticed Uyashiki Yōya, and Uyashiki Yōya looked at her with an "nothing" look in her face, which made her feel slightly relieved.

Then she looked at the mourning hall in the butterfly house, a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes: "Sister Kanae..."

But she was not immersed in sadness for too long. She quickly turned around, saluted to Feng Ye, and then left the Butterfly House with Feng Ye. At the same time, she looked curiously at Ganluji Mili who was following Feng Ye.

Two people, but did not ask.

It wasn't until Feng Ye's back disappeared that everyone in the Butterfly House stood up one after another.

But no one spoke.

There was silence in the Butterfly House.

"Lord God, he favors us."

Ubuyashiki Yōya looked at the pillars in the Butterfly House, and then spoke softly, breaking the silence.

Although he had guessed before, today it was completely confirmed. Maybe he was not biased, and he was not really on the side of humans, but at least he appreciated humans more and gave them something.

"My lord, I..."

Feng Zhu spoke with some shame.

Uyashiki Yōya shook his head at him, indicating that it was okay and did not blame him.

Then he walked a few steps and came to the side of Butterfly Ninja.

The butterfly ninja was still sitting there slumped. It wasn't until Yoya Shiki came over that she slowly stood up, pursed her lips, and then stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears on her face with her sleeves.

Then.

She looked at Uyashiki Yōya, and all the anger, unwillingness and other emotions disappeared from his small face, replaced by a very soft smile, as if nothing happened just now: "Lord, I'm fine."

"Tolerate……"

Looking at the 'smiling' face of the butterfly ninja, Ubuya Shiki Yoya sighed softly in his heart, and then said softly: "All nightmares will be completely ended in our generation."

"Um."

Butterfly Ninja nodded and slowly stood up.

He turned to look at his sister's funeral hall.

Then she suddenly felt a little confused. The person wearing the fox mask who was holding her down just now sounded. For some reason, it gave her a vaguely familiar feeling, but she couldn't find the corresponding person.

The other party's long silver-white hair was very noticeable. If she had seen it before, she should be able to recall it.

The butterfly here endured silence.

The sound column over there looked at Ubuya Shiki Yaoya, and asked in a low voice: "My lord, we are now..."

"Wait until Zhenji comes."

Ubuyashiki Yōya spoke.



the other side.

Under the leadership of Maoshan, Fengye, Kanroji Mitsuri and others came to a house located to the east of the Demon Slayer Headquarters and walked to the innermost part.

There is a small courtyard here, and Zhen Jian usually lives here.

"Master, I live here."

Zhenji brought Fengye into her house. There was no one serving her in the house, and she was used to living alone.

She trotted over, brought the coffee table over, then set out refreshments for Fengye and served tea. Then she looked at Kanroji Mitsuri and Kanae who was wearing a mask, and whispered: "Master, these two sisters are...

"

Fengye briefly introduced Kanroji Mitsuri, and when it was Kanae's turn, he chuckled and said, "I'll give her a pass first."

"..."

Masaki looked at Kanae strangely.

At this moment, she also felt that Kanae seemed a bit familiar, but even the butterfly ninja couldn't think of it. Of course, she couldn't recognize it, and she had no clue about this familiarity.

"Master, do you want to leave next?"

"I don't have anywhere to go for the time being. If it's convenient for you, I'll stay with you for a while."

Feng Ye took a sip of tea from the tea cup and spoke with a smile.

Of course, Zhenji was only happy when she heard that Fengye was going to stay. After all, Fengye was the most important person to her in the world. She was just worried that her house was a bit small. It would be a little crowded for four people. But building two more

A room is enough.

As for saying that this is the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Corps, and Feng Ye is an outsider... She feels that Ubuyashiki Yōya would have no problem with this. After all, if it comes to talking about it, Feng Ye is now the master of swordsmanship in the entire Demon Slayer Corps.

, even those other Breathing Method lineages more or less practice Feng Ye’s swordsmanship.

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