Under Kanao's puzzled gaze, Xia Feng slowly walked toward the pond in the courtyard.
Beside the pond stood a small artificial rock formation.
This kind of garden decoration was extremely common in traditional Japanese courtyards.
Looking at the rock, Xia Feng slowly raised the wooden practice sword in his hand.
Kanao tilted her head.
She wondered if Xia Feng had suddenly gone crazy…
Was he planning to split a rock with a wooden sword?
No matter how powerful a swordsman was, that should be impossible.
But in the next moment—
All the hair on Kanao's body suddenly stood up.
She felt that Xia Feng's aura had completely changed.
It was like a peerless blade buried deep underground suddenly being unsheathed.
Looking closer, she noticed something else—
Xia Feng's eyes had changed.
Normally, his pupils were pure black.
But now…
His pupils had turned into a deep dark blue.
The blue was like the depths of the ocean trench.
Outside that was a red ring, and beyond that a pale blue halo.
Those eyes looked as if they could pull a person's soul inside them.
Kanao stared at them, completely entranced.
Then—
Xia Feng casually swung the wooden sword.
With that movement, the rock formation was cleanly sliced apart, as if an invisible blade had cut through it.
The hard stone offered no resistance at all, not even as much as butter before a hot knife.
The moment he finished the swing, Xia Feng's eyes returned to normal.
Looking at the result, he felt surprised.
The power of that strike had been hundreds of times stronger than his usual attacks.
As expected of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.
Just then—
The wooden sword in his hand suddenly crumbled into powder and scattered to the ground.
A wooden weapon simply couldn't withstand the pressure of cutting along the Lines of Death.
If Xia Feng had used his bare arm instead of a wooden sword…
His entire arm might have disappeared.
Xia Feng laughed helplessly.
It seemed that when using the Mystic Eyes, not only did he need to worry about mental exhaustion—
He also needed to be careful not to destroy his own weapons.
When Xia Feng deactivated the Mystic Eyes, Kanao finally snapped out of her trance.
She walked over in surprise.
"Brother Xia Feng… that was amazing!"
What she meant was the terrifying aura around him and those beautiful, otherworldly eyes.
But Xia Feng thought she was referring to the strike.
He proudly nodded.
"Yeah, not bad."
After this test, Xia Feng finally felt relieved.
He had previously worried that something like the Mystic Eyes—which relied on the Root—might not function properly in another world.
Fortunately, the system didn't disappoint.
At least it didn't give him a useless ability.
Over the next few days, Xia Feng experimented with the Mystic Eyes whenever he had time.
In this world, the ability could only be described as terrifying.
Demons were practically immortal unless their heads were cut off by a Nichirin blade.
But in front of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception—
Demons would probably cry.
During this time, Xia Feng frequently wandered around.
Sometimes he went to the city, sometimes to the countryside.
If Demon Slayer Corps members nearby had missions, he would occasionally help out.
His goal was simple—
To attract Muzan into sending an Upper Rank to assassinate him.
Xia Feng believed that if he killed one more Upper Rank, Muzan would definitely lose his patience.
When that happened, the entire situation would fall into his own plan.
However…
After more than a week, Xia Feng didn't encounter a single attack.
This left him speechless.
He had kindly created such a perfect opportunity for Muzan.
Why didn't Muzan appreciate it?
With this thought, Xia Feng returned to the Butterfly Mansion, found a spot in the courtyard, lay down on the ground, and prepared to take a nap.
Just then—
A loud voice sounded outside the gate.
"Excuse me! May I come in?!"
Xia Feng opened one eye.
The voice sounded strangely familiar.
Aoi ran over from the treatment room.
Seeing Xia Feng, she sighed in relief and hurried over.
"Mr. Xia Feng! The Sound Hashira is here to visit!"
"Do you want to meet him?"
Xia Feng paused slightly.
He spat out the grass stem he had been chewing and stood up, walking toward the gate.
Hearing the title Sound Hashira, many memories surfaced in his mind.
Uzui Tengen.
A man with an extremely flashy style.
Just like Xia Feng, he had modified his Demon Slayer uniform.
His uniform had no sleeves, revealing his muscular arms.
His white hair was wrapped in cloth embedded with jewels.
There were red patterns painted around his eyes.
Overall, his appearance screamed flashy delinquent energy.
Seeing Xia Feng, Uzui's slightly anxious expression relaxed.
Just as he was about to speak—
Xia Feng said first:
"You came to see me because of your wives, right?"
Uzui froze for a moment, then nodded.
"So the Special Advisor has also been following my mission?"
Xia Feng nodded.
In reality, he hadn't been paying attention to the missions at all.
These days he had mostly been wandering around, slacking off, and sleeping.
The reason he knew Uzui's purpose was simple.
He had read the manga.
Under Xia Feng's gaze, Uzui quickly explained the situation.
Although some details differed slightly, it was mostly what Xia Feng already knew.
Uzui had discovered traces of a Twelve Kizuki in Yoshiwara.
So he sent his three ninja wives there to gather intelligence.
Previously, the three wives had regularly reported back via crows.
But suddenly—
All communication stopped.
Uzui immediately sensed something was wrong and planned to investigate personally.
He came to Xia Feng because he was worried that if he rescued them and they were severely injured, Xia Feng could heal them immediately.
After listening, Xia Feng thought for a moment.
Then he asked:
"Yoshiwara… if I understand correctly…"
"That's basically a red-light district, right?"
Uzui nodded.
"Yeah."
Xia Feng blinked, looking conflicted.
"So you sent your wives there undercover…"
"What kind of identities did they use?"
"Don't tell me they were—"
Uzui: "..."
He had occasionally heard rumors that this Special Advisor could be a bit… unreliable.
Today—
He had finally seen it for himself.
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