Chapter 163 Muzan's Orders

Yan Sheng stood by the window, gazing at the sky outside, which was beginning to glow white, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him. He slowly walked forward and gently closed the window, shutting out the soon-to-rise sunlight.

Just then, Yushiro walked in carrying a cup filled with blood and carefully placed it on the table.

"Lady Tamayo asked me to give this to you, drink it quickly."

Yushiro's voice was calm, but Iwakatsu keenly caught a hint of irritation in his eyes. Yushiro didn't want to leave Tamayo's side for even a moment longer.

Iwakatsu nodded slightly to Yushiro to express his gratitude, then slowly walked forward and picked up the cup on the table.

The cup touched his thin lips, and the scarlet liquid slid down his throat. Just then, a sharp and excited voice suddenly rang in Yan Sheng's mind. It was Muzan's maniacal laughter, like an echo from the depths of hell, accompanied by a sharp pain that shot straight to his nerves.

"Hahahaha!! What a long time! The guy who has overcome the sun has finally appeared..." Muzan's voice was full of madness and anticipation, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory.

"Bang--."

The remaining blood splattered on the ground along with the cup, shattering with a crisp sound and scattering fragments. Yan Sheng clutched his head, leaning against the wall, his face ashen. As the demon possessing the most of Muzan's blood, he could most clearly sense Muzan's agitation and the accompanying unconscious pressure.

Oh no, it's that scumbag boss!

Iwakatsu gritted his teeth. Yushiro was startled by Iwakatsu's appearance. He hadn't poisoned the blood, so what was going on? He rushed forward to help Iwakatsu, but the man instinctively dodged him. He carefully observed Iwakatsu's lip movements, trying to decipher what the man was trying to say—"Let's go somewhere else."

"Kuroshibo".

"Yes, Lord Muzan."

Iwakatsu's voice was deep, and his words made Yushiro freeze instantly. Muzan's voice suddenly rang in Iwakatsu's mind, causing him to quickly shift his gaze to the tightly closed window. He understood now; it seemed Nezuko had overcome the constraints of sunlight, no wonder Muzan was so excited.

"I need you to explain to me about that brat."

"Yes... I'm very sorry, Muzan-sama."

Iwakatsu sighed helplessly. It seemed that Ichiro had helped him. He glanced at the quest panel, which showed that the Sword Forging Village storyline had been completed.

Yushiro quietly retreated to the door. He had to tell Tamayo about the situation as soon as possible. He gently closed the door, turned around and walked quickly toward Tamayo's room, his heart filled with tension and anxiety.

Iwakatsu, of course, noticed Yushiro's actions. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a headache coming on after Muzan severed the connection. Knowing Muzan's temperament, it definitely meant he needed to go there immediately.

He was currently in Tamayo's hiding place, and with the sun shining outside, he couldn't leave. Iwakatsu glanced at the paper he was writing on not far away. Iwakatsu quickly walked to the paper, picked up a pen, and hurriedly wrote a few words, informing Tamayo and Yushiro to leave. After finishing the letter, Iwakatsu folded the paper and placed it in a conspicuous spot so that Tamayo and Yushiro could see it when they returned.

He turned and saw a wooden door appear before him. He took a deep breath, stepped over the door, and entered a study. However, the scene before him made his heart skip a beat. Two corpses lay on the floor, the flowing blood proving they had only recently died. Muzan sat in a chair beside the bookshelf, his feet resting on scattered books, his red vertical pupils fixed on Iwakatsu, as if trying to see through his soul.

"Kuroshibo, I'm very disappointed in you."

Facing Muzan's chilling gaze, Iwakatsu felt a strong sense of unease. He quickly composed himself, knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and replied respectfully.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Muzan, I... will handle it."

Upon hearing this, Muzan's lips curled into a cold smile. He slowly leaned down and reached out to grab Yan Sheng by the back of his neck. Yan Sheng felt a sharp pain shooting through his neck as black nails pierced his flesh and penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

"Yeah?"

Muzan's voice was deep and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell. Yan Sheng could feel pain in his blood and cells, causing his body to tremble slightly and his veins to bulge.

"Yes... I feel very ashamed about this, and I will resolve it as soon as possible."

Muzan withdrew his hand, slowly and elegantly wiping his fingertips with a clean white handkerchief, as if the slender fingernail that had just pierced Iwakatsu's nape had never existed. He glanced sideways at Iwakatsu, who was looking down, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate everything, fixed on the rapidly healing wound on the back of Iwakatsu's neck.

"Kuroshibo, my patience is limited." Muzan's voice was low and threatening. "Don't waste time on those insects; they'll only become more aggressive. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood..."

Yan Sheng responded in a low voice, feeling the other's gaze lingering on him, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He knew that Muzan's actions just now were not only punishment, but also a test.

"Very good." Muzan nodded in satisfaction, a hint of approval in his voice. "Remember, your mission is to eliminate those who may threaten us. Don't let any emotions or distractions interfere with your judgment."

Yan Sheng understood the warning and reminder in Muzan's words, and nodded obediently. All he had to do now was agree with the scumbag boss.

"Kuroshibo, how's the investigation going with the matter I asked you to handle last time?"

Muzan abruptly changed the subject, catching Kokushibo off guard. He remembered—it was about Yoriichi Tsugikuni, wasn't it? How should he explain this? After much deliberation, Kokushibo decided to tell him that the scumbag boss would never abandon Nezuko.

"My subordinate met that person... and it was indeed him."

"Huh?" Muzan was incredulous. He lowered his voice and asked cautiously, "Are you sure? Kokushibo?"

"..."

Facing Muzan's questioning, Kokushibo secretly pondered how to prove to the scoundrel that his judgment was correct. He recalled his encounters with Yoriichi Tsugikuni during this period, every detail vivid in his mind: no earrings… that face, the breathing technique, the personality, that serene smile…

"vomit--."

Muzan: ...

"Okay, I understand."

Muzan covered his face, finding it incredibly difficult to accept. Although he had been mentally prepared, it didn't mean he could take it calmly. Damn it, that monster! He bit his nails; he couldn't give up on Kamado Nezuko. A thousand years had passed, and this was the closest he'd ever come to his goal.

Gritting his teeth, he knew he needed to rethink his plans. Damn it, so many Upper Moons were missing. Muzan's gaze lingered on Kokushibo, and he felt a sense of relief. As long as Kokushibo was there, that was enough.

"Kuroshibo, remember our goal, and don't forget why you embarked on this path in the first place. In this world, only the strong can control their own destiny, and you are one of the strong I have chosen."

You possess extraordinary power and talent; immortality will allow you a greater amount of time to pursue the power and swordsmanship you crave.

"I will obey your orders."