Chapter 59 Jade Pot

"Hmm, am I going to die?"

Just when Yi Yuyi thought he was about to die, he heard a voice filled with arrogance and disdain.

He tried with great effort to open his eyes, but his body, which had been depleted of blood for a long time, simply wouldn't listen to him. Exhausted, he could only squint through a crack, and his vision was extremely blurry.

"I……"

He opened his pale lips, and a dry, hoarse voice came from his throat.

"puff."

A fleshy whip pierced his forehead. Muzan Kibutsuji looked at the memories of Yiyu, glanced at the wounds that were festering and the body that was aging from being constantly washed by the waves, and couldn't help but click his tongue twice.

"You say your artistic talent is so unique, why is it that no one can appreciate and understand you?"

"Kibutsuji Muzan said slowly and deliberately, leaning down, his red vertical pupils staring intently at those eyes that couldn't be opened.

“I…you…understand.”

Yi Yuyi was surprised that Muzan Kibutsuji could understand him, and he became even more excited. He stretched out his hands with difficulty, wanting to grasp this lifeline.

"I will give you new life, so that your art will live on forever, and you can let more people see your work."

As Muzan Kibutsuji spoke, he channeled blood into the other's body through his flesh whip. He watched as Masugi's body began to tremble, then withdrew the whip and indifferently looked at the other who was now rolling in the sand and seawater.

He was very curious whether such a person could become a ghost, and if so, what it would be like.

"Wumei...sir."

Yan Sheng had anticipated this outcome; the afternoon's commotion had reached his ears through the house. He immediately thought of the boy Gyokuko had killed, as described in the original story.

His feet sank into the sand, the seawater rising and falling with the wind, soaking Iwakatsu's tabi socks. He looked at Kibutsuji Muzan standing there, dressed in a suit and leather shoes.

"Kuroshibo, what are you doing here?"

Kibutsuji Muzan turned to look at Iwakatsu, his eyes fixed on him with a probing gaze.

"..."

Don't you have any self-awareness here? Of course you're looking for flowers!

"Blue... the red spider lily."

After a long silence, Iwakatsu finally spoke up, not wanting to be suspected without reason. Kibutsuji Muzan thought for a moment, realizing there might be something to it, and casually waved his hand.

"I must be mistaken. How could there be spider lilies on the beach?"

Is your brother alright?!

Yan Sheng was incredulous. What had he just heard? Was it really that despicable? He really wanted to rush up and punch him a couple of times.

Yan Sheng did not answer. His resentment was even stronger than that of the underworld. He felt that he would never lack energy sources since he was cultivating the ghost path.

——

After the sound disappeared, Yi Yuyi was overwhelmed by a pain that seemed to surge through his blood and reach his bone marrow. He felt as if every bone in his body had been shattered, and a tearing sensation worse than death filled all his nerves.

No, I must live on—my art, my pursuits, and that vague, indistinct person.

No one has ever recognized his work, and no one has ever thought that his work is highly artistic.

Yi Yuyi wanted to live. This unwavering belief and urgent desire to live allowed him to endure one painful experience after another.

Finally, he felt all the pain in his body rapidly disappearing, and a strange sense of power began to spread throughout his body. He suddenly opened his eyes and was shocked to see his previously battered body recovering at an astonishing speed.

He turned his head and saw Muzan Kibutsuji and Iwakatsu standing there. The moment he became a demon, he knew the identities of the two men before him. Deeply moved, he knelt down before Muzan Kibutsuji.

"Thank you, thank you, Lord Muzan."

Tears streamed down his face; his lifelong yearning had brought his emotions to a fever pitch. He gazed reverently at Muzan Kibutsuji, worshipping this man who had given him a new life and recognized his art as a god.

"Lord Muzan, let me follow you forever. I will dedicate everything to you and become your best sword and shield."

He held his hands up in front of him, tears streaming down his face, his eyes shining as he looked at Muzan Kibutsuji.

Kibutsuji Muzan crossed his arms and looked down at Masuigi, his blood-red vertical pupils filled with suspicion.

"You're not qualified to impress me. Let me see if you can climb to the position of Crescent Moon. Then I'll take you seriously."

"Yes, yes, I will try my best, adult!"

Yiyu looked at Kibutsuji Muzan, whose cheeks were flushed and whose face was full of longing and anticipation.

"Lord Muzan, please wait a moment, I will present you with the most beautiful art."

Yiyu looked at Kibutsuji Muzan with eyes shining with golden light, anticipating his reply.

"OK."

Muzan Kibutsuji looked at Yoshiyuki with a smile playing on his lips, appearing quite interested.

"Ah~ Ah, Lord Muzan, please rest assured! I will definitely create a work of art that will satisfy you completely!"

After excitedly finishing his report, Yi Yuyi strode toward the fishing village with a fierce look in his eyes. The quiet village seemed to be shrouded in gloom, and with the first scream, a series of shrill screams echoed through the night sky.

"Kuroshibo, tell me, what kind of work will he present to me?"

Kibutsuji Muzan tilted his head, his gaze fixed on Iwakatsu, who hadn't made a move.

"I prefer... unparalleled... martial arts."

Yan Sheng stared straight ahead in the direction of the village, the red flames reflecting in his golden eyes. For some reason, he thought of the boy who had run to bring him fish.

You're disgusting.

This was the first time Yan Sheng had ever described himself in this way. He had always considered himself a genius with a strong ability to learn everything, so he was neither arrogant nor humble.

His eyes were dark and unfathomable. Muzan Kibutsuji, who was standing to the side, glanced at him but did not speak again. He had expected Iwakatsu's answer.

The screams gradually faded away. Iwakatsu and Muzan Kibutsuji looked over and saw a pot rolling towards them. Iwakatsu stared blankly at the white pot, which was decorated with red, black, and yellow flowers and intertwined green leaves.

It's strangely beautiful.

Yan Sheng rubbed his chin, his six golden eyes completely captivated by the pot.

"Muzan-sama~ I've finished."

A sound emanated from the pot, and a white body emerged from it. Pale blue scales sprouted from its skin, and a viscous liquid continuously secreted from its body. Where arms had once been, numerous small arms appeared, fluttering about. Its face transformed into two green mouths and a single eye. A vertical pupil appeared on its forehead.

"This pot looks nice, did you make it yourself?"

Kibutsuji Muzan shared the same thought as Iwakatsu. He paid no attention to Masui, who was kneeling on the ground and bowing, and stared at the white pot with his red vertical pupils.

"Yes, Lord Muzan, I changed its colors. It once contained many of my works."

Upon hearing Muzan Kibutsuji's words, Yiyu Yi excitedly and proudly displayed the item, placing it in Muzan Kibutsuji's hand in a fawning manner.

"It looks very valuable."

Kibutsuji Muzan examined it closely and said casually.

Upon hearing this, Yi Yuyi trembled, his sticky body shaking, and tears welled up in his eyes with emotion.

My art, my art has great value, ahh~

Yan Sheng's lips twitched. It would have been better if there wasn't such disgusting stuff inside.

"My esteemed Muzan-sama, please appreciate my perfect work of art."

Yi Yuyi bent down to make way. Under the moonlight, corpses piled up like mountains, and various villagers' bodies were twisted in strange ways, with even living people still struggling to die!