Xia Feng rubbed his chin.
An oiran…
He already had a rough guess about who it might be, though he wasn't completely certain.
After thinking for a moment, he looked at the other two.
"White-hair bro, Kanao—I'll go take a look. I'll come back and find you guys in a bit."
Uzui Tengen nodded, full of envy and resentment.
Kanao hesitated slightly, as if she wanted to say something.
Uzui chuckled.
"Don't worry, little girl. Gaining the favor of an oiran is extremely difficult. The first meeting is usually just to get acquainted. Only if the conversation goes well will anything else develop afterward…"
Before he could finish speaking, Uzui suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Instinctively, he turned toward the source of danger.
He saw Xia Feng smiling at him.
Although it looked like a warm smile, Uzui could clearly see dark mist rising behind him…
Without hesitation, Uzui immediately corrected himself.
"And besides, I completely trust Mr. Xia Feng's character! He would never do anything improper!"
The moment those words left his mouth, the pressure surrounding him instantly vanished.
Uzui quietly let out a breath of relief.
Xia Feng smiled at Kanao before following the short man away.
After walking through another street, they arrived at Kyogoku House.
Looking at the building, Xia Feng couldn't help admiring it.
Among all the structures in Yoshiwara, this was probably the largest.
The short man led Xia Feng all the way up to the third floor.
Along the way, several courtesans who saw Xia Feng revealed surprised expressions before quickly bowing in greeting.
Xia Feng laughed.
"Looks like your status here isn't low."
The short man hurriedly waved his hands.
"I'm just a humble servant. I wouldn't dare claim any sort of status."
When they reached a door on the third floor, the man stopped.
"Sir, this is the room. Please enter."
Xia Feng nodded.
He raised his hand to knock—
But the paper door slid open by itself.
Seeing this, the corner of Xia Feng's mouth curled upward.
Without hesitation, he stepped inside.
It was a large tatami room, decorated with exquisite elegance.
At the center of the room sat a woman dressed as a courtesan.
She wore the full attire of an oiran.
Layer upon layer of luxurious fabric wrapped around her like the petals surrounding the heart of a flower.
Her black hair was styled into a perfect fan-shaped arrangement adorned with elaborate ornaments.
Her delicate face looked almost unearthly.
The outermost layer of her kimono was a brilliant crimson.
On anyone else, such a color might appear overly flashy.
But on her, it created a sense of perfect harmony.
Under Xia Feng's gaze, the courtesan revealed a gentle smile.
"This humble woman, Warabihime, greets you, sir."
"May I have the honor of knowing your name?"
Hearing that, Xia Feng smiled.
"Demon Slayer Corps Special Advisor, Xia Feng. Does that name ring a bell?"
The smile on the courtesan's face stiffened.
But in the next instant, her expression changed again.
This time, the smile was completely different from before.
The earlier one had been reserved and delicate.
Now it carried a dangerous allure.
"It seems Lord Xia Feng discovered my identity from the very beginning."
Xia Feng laughed.
"You weren't trying very hard to hide it."
Warabihime lifted her sleeve to cover her cheek, as if shy.
As she did—
Her black hair automatically unraveled.
It transformed into silver strands, flowing around her like liquid metal.
At the same time, strange characters appeared within her eyes.
Upper Rank.
Six.
She lowered her sleeve and looked at Xia Feng.
"Lord Xia Feng… do you find me beautiful?"
Xia Feng grinned.
"Hmm… how should I put it?"
"Compared to earlier, the silver hair definitely hits my preferences. People from my country have a thing for silver-haired girls."
"But after removing the disguise, the blood vessels in your eyes and face are a bit too visible. That kind of ruins the aesthetic for me."
"So personally, I think you looked better earlier."
Upper Rank Six froze.
She hadn't expected Xia Feng to answer her question so seriously.
She smiled.
"Then… if this humble woman were willing to serve Lord Xia Feng day and night in human form…"
"Would Lord Xia Feng be willing to join our side?"
As she spoke, her hair really did turn black again, restoring the appearance of the human courtesan.
Xia Feng showed a thoughtful expression.
Seeing his reaction, Daki's eyes lit up.
For the past few days, Xia Feng had been waiting for an Upper Rank demon to appear.
But none had come.
Not because the Upper Ranks were asleep—
But because, under Muzan Kibutsuji's orders, they had been searching for a way to recruit Xia Feng.
After analyzing Xia Feng's information carefully, Upper Rank Two, Doma, had proposed a plan.
Let Upper Rank Six, Daki, attempt to lure him.
"This Mr. Xia Feng seems to like beautiful girls quite a bit!"
"That's something we have in common."
"If Miss Daki sincerely shows goodwill, I think he might change his opinion about us."
Those had been Doma's exact words.
At the time, Daki thought it was nonsense and nearly mocked him.
But unexpectedly—
Muzan himself ordered her to carry out the plan.
After so many years as an Upper Rank, it was the first time she had seen Muzan accept such an approach.
Although she didn't fully understand it, she faithfully obeyed the order.
And now—
It actually seemed like it was working!
Daki felt excited.
If she could truly win over Xia Feng, her status would soar.
With Xia Feng protecting her, who would dare provoke her besides Lord Muzan?
Thinking of this, Daki didn't hesitate.
She reached for the collar of her kimono.
Just as she pulled it slightly open—
Xia Feng suddenly spoke.
"You'd better not do that."
Daki smiled.
She assumed Xia Feng was simply trying to build tension.
She had seen many men like that before.
She continued pulling her collar open.
At that moment—
A terrifying sense of danger suddenly exploded in her mind.
Before she could react—
A flash of cold light appeared.
Even with her Upper Rank perception, she couldn't see where the strike came from.
All she saw was Xia Feng calmly sheathing his blade.
The next second—
Her hand fell from her wrist.
Blood sprayed into the air.
For Daki, losing a hand wasn't a big problem.
What truly terrified her was—
The severed hand did not regenerate.
Her regeneration ability had stopped working.
🌟 The story is already written… waiting to be unleashed.
Claim early access on Patreon: patreon.com/c/LuneWriter
🔓 You hold the keys to bonus chapters:
💬 10 reviews ignite 1 bonus chapter
🔷 200 Power Stones summon another
🔥 Your power determines how fast the tale unfolds.