blogombal Chapter 59 The Strongest Talent in History [3 Chapters in a Row, Please Read On]
Chapter 59 The Strongest Talent in History [3 Chapters in a Row, Please Read On]
"I know you're waiting for your leg to recover, but unfortunately, this is my first time fighting a demon, and I want to make sure everything goes perfectly, so..."
Chu Yang's words suddenly jolted the young ghost awake. The latter tried to use his last bit of strength to escape, but as soon as he turned around, a blade flashed in the darkness, leaving a white line that sliced across his neck.
The boy's head flew high into the air and, as it spun, it first saw its own body, and then its own arms.
The head rested steadily between the arms, and the three together resembled a bizarre work of art.
His head was burning; the boy's life was counting down.
"Who are you? Are you a member of the Demon Slayer Corps? Ordinary members couldn't possibly have this kind of strength..."
The dying boy ghost tried to say something more, but Chu Yang leaped high and smashed his horse-slaying sword down on its head.
After a rumble, the temple fell silent once more.
The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight greeted him, Gyoumei of Beiming Island returned to the temple. The air still carried the scent of ghosts. His expression changed, and he rushed into the temple.
The deepest nightmares in his heart surged with memories, and a violent killing intent suddenly erupted from Beimingyu Xingming's body.
The Vajra glares fiercely, the Bodhisattva lowers his brows.
But soon, his murderous aura disappeared.
Chu Yang yawned, pushed open the door, and walked out. He wiped the sleep from his eyes before seeing Beimingyu Xingming, and immediately said with a look of surprise, "Mr. Xingming, you're back!"
Living alone in the old temple deep in the mountains was not easy. There was no one to talk to. Although Chu Yang preferred quiet to noise, he was not a recluse.
Beimingyu Xingming returned to his usual calm and collected demeanor, as if he weren't the one who had just been on the verge of a rampage. He slowly asked, "Were there ghosts here last night?"
"Hmm! Just a nobody, I took him down in two... three strikes." Recalling how it took him three strikes to behead the boy ghost, Chu Yang felt a little ashamed. His cultivation was still insufficient. If he could use the horse-slaying sword more smoothly, the last two strikes would have been unnecessary.
Two or three cuts?
With a head full of question marks, Himejima Gyomei said, "Tell me about your battle with the demon last night."
Chu Yang then began to recount his experience from the previous night and offered a profound self-criticism, claiming that his cultivation was still inadequate and that he could have resolved the matter with a single strike, but instead dragged it out until the third strike.
After listening, Beimingyu Xingming fell into deep silence and didn't speak for a long time.
He didn't know how to evaluate Chu Yang's performance.
Even now, as the strongest of the current Pillars, his first battle against a demon after officially becoming a Demon Slayer was fraught with danger.
In comparison, Chu Yang's battle was already quite easy.
Should I recommend him directly to participate in the final selection?
Questions began to surface in Himejima Gyomei's mind. It was somewhat astonishing that someone would participate in the final selection after only one month of training.
At this point in time, Muichiro Tokito has not yet joined the Demon Slayer Corps and is still just an ordinary person. Otherwise, considering his talent in becoming a Pillar in just two months, Gyomei Himejima wouldn't have thought that Chu Yang's talent was exaggerated.
After much consideration, Beimingyu Xingming decided to let Chu Yang participate in the final selection. Given Chu Yang's current state, the only way for him to improve further is through actual combat.
Moreover, the Demon Slayer Corps has long suffered from a very high casualty rate on the front lines and urgently needs to replenish its ranks with fresh blood. The addition of a genius like Chu Yang would undoubtedly be a shot in the arm.
"Get ready to go to Fujikasane Mountain for the final selection!" Himejima Gyomei said firmly. "Now is the time. The sooner you become a full member, the sooner you can slay those demons."
Chu Yang nodded emphatically.
"good!"
Three days later, Chu Yang went to Tengxi Mountain alone to participate in the trial.
As the final selection location, Fujikasane Mountain is located in a relatively remote area, similar to the temples where people practice meditation on Himejima Island, both deep in the mountains.
However, Fujikasayama has a very distinctive feature that allows people to pinpoint its location from a great distance.
From the foot of the mountain to the halfway point.
Mount Fuji is covered with wisteria flowers, the plant that demons hate the most, all year round.
The incense made from wisteria flowers is stored in temples.
In the distance, a pale purple sea of flowers surrounded the mountains. Chu Yang only needed to follow this sea of flowers to find his destination.
A moment later, a stone-paved road appeared beneath Chu Yang's feet.
Continuing forward, Chu Yang climbed a stone staircase, at the end of which was a torii gate.
After passing through the torii gate, Chu Yang arrived at a platform.
There were people all around, each with a knife at their waist, except for Chu Yang who was carrying a knife on his back.
"Wow! What a huge knife!"
As gasps rang out, Chu Yang's appearance drew everyone's attention. People looked at Chu Yang with curiosity, but even more so at the knife behind him.
Compared to Chu Yang's horse-slaying saber, the other people's knives were as thin as matchsticks.
While they were sizing up Chu Yang, Chu Yang was also observing them. A girl wearing a mask in the crowd caught Chu Yang's attention.
It was a smiling fox mask with blue flower patterns. Chu Yang felt it looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
A moment later, the Demon Slayer Corps sent someone to explain the final selection process, which was not much different from the previous ones: survive for seven days on Mount Fujikasa.
However, even with such a simple goal, 90% of the people present will still be eliminated. Those seemingly confident teenagers will eventually die in this mountain full of purple flowers.
The explanation had just ended when some people eagerly rushed into the path devoid of wisteria blossoms. In Chu Yang's eyes, they were no different from the dead. One by one, these confident young men walked into this mountain teeming with evil spirits.
After a while, only Chu Yang and the girl wearing the fox mask remained on the platform. Chu Yang glanced at her before slowly walking into the path that seemed to devour people.
Meanwhile, the girl on the other side slowly followed Chu Yang inside.
Chu Yang had no idea that the girl was following him simply because she was curious about the huge horse-slaying sword on his back.
The trial will begin in the evening.
Once everyone had gone inside, the sky gradually darkened, which was exactly the time when the ghosts could move around.
Chu Yang walked in the forest for a while without encountering any ghosts, but he became increasingly irritable because a little tagalong was following him around.
"Hey, that's enough. How long are you going to follow me?" Chu Yang turned around and said impatiently to the girl.
The girl wearing the fox mask stopped abruptly and weakly replied, "I'm sorry."
Chu Yang sighed helplessly, "Why are you following me?"
The girl said shyly, "I've never seen such a big knife before, so I was a little mesmerized."
After hearing the girl's reason, Chu Yang was speechless. If it weren't for the fact that the girl clearly didn't have any malicious intent, he would have already taken action.