Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 197 Broken Jade

The days in Infinite City can be summed up in one word.

Tranquil.

This is a word that Yao Yue had never used in the entire first half of his life. He had seen, recognized, and remembered it before, and later learned the meaning of this word. After understanding it, he felt that even in his next life, he would not have any intersection with this word.

Just living was difficult enough for him, painful enough, and enough to keep him so busy that he had no time to breathe.

But the world is so wonderful, he thought that his life would be like this, moving in a hurry.

But after making perhaps the most important decision in his life, which turned his entire life upside down, he suddenly and without warning experienced this kind of life.

Unbelievably, he began to think that he had a chance of getting involved in such a comfortable life.

Busy and fulfilling, this is the norm in Infinite City. Training follows training, practice follows practice, but apart from these two things, everything else seems easier than expected.

Kokushibo still feels oppressive, but the strong have their own pride, which is not unacceptable, not to mention that Gyoyue has always believed that the strong are respected.

So this is not a problem, and training is even less of a problem. He is getting stronger, every minute, every second, and after every training session. Lingguang still likes to stick to him all the time. It doesn't matter. Boys are always noisy, but boys of this age are always troublesome. Xiong Yue doesn't think it's a big problem.

Such a life seemed to be good, but also seemed not to be. Yao Yue couldn't tell the difference. He just realized that he no longer needed to worry about his livelihood, where to sleep at night, where to find food tomorrow, whether he had enough money, and what he needed to do to survive until the next month.

Birth, old age, sickness and death were no longer the sharp swords that he needed to keep in mind. The dark clouds that had been lingering over his head for a long time seemed to begin to dissipate invisibly.

He still needs to get stronger, he still wants to get stronger, to become stronger than anyone else. This is his initial and ultimate goal. Now, it seems that he only needs to continue living like this to gradually get closer to that ultimate goal. Just train, get stronger, and then little by little become one of the Twelve Demon Moons, or even an Upper Moon. He wants to be stronger than Akaza, or even Kokushibo, that's what he thinks.

He would not tell anyone about this idea, but Rinko seemed to be able to see through his thoughts. Rinko accompanied him in training, allowing him to make progress little by little. It seemed that as long as the days continued like this, he would be able to get closer to a better future.

As long as the days continue like this. Such peaceful days.

But like he said.

He felt that even in his next life, he would never have any contact with this word.

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Accidents always happen beyond everyone's expectations, which is why they always shock and leave people helpless, leaving no one able to think of how to deal with them.

Xiong Yue didn't know what Ling Guang was thinking when the pot shattered. In fact, he didn't realize what happened at the first time, because he didn't know enough about the jade pot, the blood demon art, and Ling Guang. This confusion made him look calmer and react faster.

"That was done by Yuhu's blood demon magic, right?"

Yao Yue looked at the fragments scattered on the ground. There were really a lot of messy things, many, many small wood carvings, ceramic sculptures. Fortunately, the wooden floor was not hard enough, and the boy's movements were never big, so when these things lost their carriers, they only shattered with a crackling sound and scattered on the ground with a ding-dong sound, without causing a second shattering.

The broken ceramics fell to the ground. Lingguang just stood there, seemingly stunned. To be precise, he was indeed stunned. He couldn't make any reaction, but Xiongyue's mind started working first. He asked Lingguang a question and then walked forward.

"Correct."

Lin Guang responded, and after two seconds of hesitation, he nodded. He was as stiff as a piece of wood that had only moved once in its life. Xiong Yue could almost hear the sound of his bones cracking.

He walked over, squatted down, and placed the things scattered on the ground one by one, gathering them together. There were some unknown things wrapped in layers of cloth, some things that were obviously carved by the boy himself, some products, and the last surviving sun sword. The blade was completely broken, but because it was the only complete one left, the boy was reluctant to throw it away.

"So what's going on? Wasn't it said it wouldn't break? Why did it break all of a sudden? Was it one of his pranks?"

Gyoyue asked Lingguang. The boy stood there, looking at the things scattered on the ground, shook his head, and didn't even make a sound. He just turned around, squatted down, and started to pile up the things scattered on the ground.

One after another, they were all laid out together, and then they picked up the broken pieces and piled them together.

"So what's going on?"

Xiong Yue patiently asked again, but Ling Guang still shook his head.

“It never broke.”

Lin Guang reached out and grabbed the largest piece of debris, as if he wanted to get some information from it, but obviously, the boy got nothing, and he had no chance to get any news. The piece of ceramic fragment dissipated in his hand, like clouds blown away by the wind, like burnt paper, like all traces that were about to disappear, and it completely dissipated from his hand.

"This is......"

Yao Yue spoke uncertainly, but the moment he opened his mouth, he remembered that he had seen such a scene. The ghost whose neck was chopped off would be burned by invisible flames as if standing under the sun, and become a wisp of cloud and smoke in this world, disappearing without a trace.

"Probably dead."

Lin Guang's hand stayed in mid-air, his fingers stuck there stiffly, as if the broken piece of ceramic was still in his hand. The rope that was responsible for hanging the small pot was still at his wrist, but without the weight that was pulling it, it was just stuck to the slender arm.

"Looks like it. At least he's right. This thing didn't break even if your head broke. It didn't break until he died."

Xiong Yue spoke indifferently. It was common for people to die. The Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen around him died almost every day, and the death of demons was even more common. Those dead Demon Slayer Corps members were exchanging lives with demons every night. If gods existed, they would probably have been exhausted to death by a group of guys like them who died every day.

"Um... yeah, he didn't lie to me."

But Lin Guang seemed a little different from him. The boy didn't seem to accept this fact easily. To be precise, he seemed to be completely unable to accept such a thing. Xiong Yue expressed his incomprehension about this.

"Ghosts die every day. It's just a jade pot that died. Why are you acting so strange?"

His hand fell on Lingguang's head, and after shaking it, the boy raised his head. The eyes looked at him, and their eyes met. He did not catch any sadness from those eyes. Lingguang was not sad because of Yuhu's death, but he still looked unhappy.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I don't know, I just feel like I should think about something."

"Then think about it. After all, only the living will remember the dead."