Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 718 - Chapter 718 Chapter 592 Ah... Comfortable

Chapter 718: Chapter 592 Ah… Comfortable Chapter 718: Chapter 592 Ah… Comfortable Noticing Roger’s approach, the man turned his head, and it was only then that Roger noticed a falling sun painted at the juncture where the sheaths and hilts of the man’s twin blades met.

Higurashi.

The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, yet it’s a pity.

Associating it with everything Sword Master Cold Crow had told him about Asura, Roger suddenly felt that Senka’s surname and their family’s destiny were incredibly fitting.

Roger had already experienced the formidable power of Nekomata, understanding that enough killing could endlessly strengthen a cultivator before reaching their limit.

In this world, although most cultivators focus on improving their skills, they also do not neglect the enhancement of their own Spiritual Power level.

The two complement each other.

Therefore, methods that can quickly enhance the level of Spiritual Power seem exceptionally powerful.

But this path was destined to have no end.

Like a meteor, like the setting sun, although beautiful, they are things that will eventually fade in an instant.

The Way of the Asura is the powerful path of death.

“Spirit Eater, in the late stages of Fourth Tier,”

the man said, “It’s the foundation of the Autumn Water Fraction, does your swordsmanship originate from her?”

Roger nodded.

“I’ve made some modifications because the legacy of the style that Higurashi Chika passed on to me lacked the method to condense the Guardian Spirit.”

The man looked at Roger with a hint of surprise.

“Terrifying talent, to be able to deduce the corresponding Method of Condensing from the legacy of the style I left behind. Such a talent for swordsmanship is something only one person I know could achieve.”

“Are you Senka’s father?”

It was a question, but Roger’s gaze was resolute because he sensed the same aura of killing from the man..

“Higurashi Gushan.”

The man replied, his expression indifferent, and his unimposing physique standing there gave off a special sense of solitude; if he didn’t speak, Roger might even subconsciously mistake him for a statue.

“Senka, she has been looking for you.”

Roger glanced at the entwined cocoon, “What happened to her?”

“Is it good or bad?”

Roger asked with concern.

Higurashi Gushan retracted his gaze.

“That is the power of Asura, the power of Asura I left in her body.”

He looked at Roger, “With the ability of Spirit Eater, from the moment you activate this power, you have stepped onto the Way of the Asura.”

Roger’s body shook slightly; he remembered what Sword Master Cold Crow had mentioned about the consequences.

“Is there a way to get rid of it?”

“You don’t want it?”

Higurashi Gushan’s tone was tinged with a bit of confusion, and the deep solitude enveloping him seemed to thaw with the deepening of their exchange, allowing the man to show a trace more warmth in his words.

But it was just a trace.

“My teacher told me about the consequences I would face if I chose that path.”

“Your teacher?”

“Sword Master Cold Crow.”

“It is Yatagarasu Tsukihiko, no wonder.”

Higurashi Gushan retracted his gaze.

“Many years ago, I met him. Terrifying talent, formidable willpower, that man was born for the sword, and in fact, he truly reached the peak of swordsmanship.”

He moved a bit closer, as if he wanted to take a closer look at the large cocoon enveloping Higurashi Chika, or perhaps he simply wanted to be closer to his daughter.

“He must have told you about the methods to deal with the aura of killing on your body.”

Roger nodded.

“I chose the first one.”

Higurashi Gushan’s expression didn’t change much, but his gaze was profound, seeming to hide something indissoluble.

“But I failed.”

“After sealing myself for a short time, I met Senka’s mother. Fortunately, as I started early, and used special methods to guide it, I barely suppressed the backlash.”

“Because she was pregnant at that time, I took the opportunity to transfer the turbulent Asura power within me.”

Gushan glanced at where Higurashi Chika was.

“I left Everworld, returned to the real world, and lived a peaceful life, but as time passed and Senka grew, the power of Asura inside her also reawakened.”

“I knew I had to do something if I wanted to live.”

Hearing this, Roger felt his heart beat faster; he thought of Green and Anna.

Bloodline is a terrible bond.

“I began instructing her in cultivation, but in the end, I chose to give up and leave completely.”

“I had thought that without the Method of Condensing, she would never have the chance to enter Third Tier, to condense the Guardian Spirit and thereby stimulate the latent power of Asura inside her.”

“But perhaps this is destiny.”

Higurashi Gushan looked at Roger.

“Not all cultivators who awaken the Nekomata Guardian Spirit have the ability of Spirit Eater. It’s a blessing as well as a curse, because those who possess this ability are doomed to walk the Way of the Asura.”

Saying so much in one breath, Higurashi Gushan seemed a bit unaccustomed. Although he spoke simply, in those few words, Roger could glean some of the events that happened in the past.

About choice, about struggle, and about Higurashi Chika’s mother.

Higurashi Gushan didn’t mention the woman’s fate, perhaps not wanting to, or perhaps avoiding it.

Just then, Roger’s expression changed, as unruly energy exploded within him, the clarity he struggled to maintain shattered by the overwhelming urge to kill.

With a low growl, he involuntarily fell to his knees.

Whether it was due to the influence of the killing intent or if it was a fact, Roger felt a terrifying change happening to his body.

On his spine and at the crown of his head, something seemed eager to break free from its bindings and return to the light of day!