At the break of dawn, the rising sun illuminated the entire world.
In the red-light district, in a legitimate hotel, Tang An woke up from a large bed, naked, and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. Wrapping himself in a towel, he walked out.
Yesterday, he had left the mountainous wilderness and came to the city to relax. Now, he felt incredibly refreshed.
About ten minutes later, surrounded by a few scantily clad beauties, Tang An left the hotel. His goal was to take the train to Yoshiwara, where there was an Upper-Rank Six demon, supposedly called Daki, a twin demon.
According to the original story, the fate child would also encounter Lower Rank One, Enmu, on the Infinite Train, leading to Upper-Rank Three, Akaza. The ticket Tang An got from the hotel was for the train named “Infinite.”
He hoped to encounter Enmu and Akaza on the way to Yoshiwara.
Even a tiny mosquito is meat.
Tang An wore a shirt and beach shorts, flip-flops, and sunglasses. He had even shaved his head into a neat, spiky hairstyle, looking clean and fresh. This outfit gave off a very energetic and sunny vibe—like a handsome young man.
Tang An bought a first-class ticket, so he was in the second carriage since the first was the engine. The seats were sofa-style, with a bar for drinks. After the fourth carriage, the seats were wooden.
“Sir, may I get you something to drink?” A scantily clad female attendant bent down, revealing her impressive assets, her perfume wafting in the air.
“A glass of red wine,” Tang An leaned back in his seat, uninterested in the attendant.
“Please wait a moment,” she said with a smile, walking away with a cat-like stride.
Soon, the train started moving with a rumble. Tang An sipped his red wine, watching the scenery fly outside the window. His eyes behind the sunglasses narrowed slightly as he sensed two distinct presences—an application of Ki.
According to his knowledge, everyone has their unique Ki, strong or weak. As long as they were close enough or not deliberately hiding their Ki, Tang An could sense it.
On this “Infinite” train, he sensed many presences, mostly ordinary humans, with weaker ones being children and older people. But among them, two stood out like the moon among the stars—one fiery and burning like a roaring flame, the other cold and sinister like a dark, dead river.
Tang An didn’t act immediately. He still needed to get to Yoshiwara. He planned to wait until they were near Yoshiwara before making his move.
The train sped towards the distance. After some time, the outside world was covered in snow, and the sky grew dark. Inside the train, it was brightly lit, especially in the second, third, and fourth carriages, where scantily clad attendants served food to passengers. With a little tip, one could even explore the origins of humanity with them.
Tang An ordered a steak, which was quite delicious. He ate slowly, waiting for the night to set in fully.
Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, Tang An began to meditate—not thinking of anything, emptying his mind, and maintaining a state of no self. Ki could be grown not just through physical training but also through meditation.
Moreover, meditation was crucial. In the later stages, the spirit and body needed to be equally strong to exert one hundred percent of one’s power. If they were unequal, one couldn’t unleash their full potential.
Tang An didn’t fully understand this, but according to Ki’s knowledge, following this practice was essential.
He also remembered that in “Dragon Ball,” there was an explanation about Ki training along these lines, though his memory was fuzzy.
However, despite three months of effort, Tang An hadn’t progressed with meditation. Emptying the mind sounded easy but was quite tricky. Whenever he closed his eyes, his thoughts would wander uncontrollably. So, after three months, he hadn’t progressed in this aspect.
Unconsciously, the entire train quieted down as everyone went to sleep. It was around midnight.
Suddenly, Tang An opened his eyes, feeling impatient. After sitting still for hours without entering the state, he was frustrated.
He had too many distracting thoughts, so this kind of meditation wasn’t suitable for him. He would rather fight a hundred rounds with someone.
Leaving the sofa, Tang An walked towards the first carriage, the engine. He needed to vent.
Every time he failed to meditate, he got annoyed.
“Hey!”
Tang An kicked open the wooden door of a luxurious room in the engine car, his face dark with anger. Inside was only a man with medium-length black hair, wearing a suit, swirling a wine glass filled with crimson blood.
Tang An’s violent entrance left the man stunned.
“Lower Rank One, Enmu?” Tang An sat opposite the man, lighting a cigarette and leaning back on the sofa, crossing his legs with disdain.
“Hey, are you a Hashira from the Demon Slayer Corps? I heard there’s a Hashira on this train,” Enmu’s voice was soft and eerie.
“Wait!”
Enmu suddenly seemed surprised, staring intently at Tang An. Purple diamond-patterned pupils, a scar on his forehead, pale face, around 1.73 meters tall…
The more Enmu looked, the more he was convinced that this was the man Muzan-sama had sent all the Upper Ranks to hunt. After three months of silence, the Upper Ranks had been unable to find him, leading to punishment from Muzan-sama. Unexpectedly, he appeared here.
If he could kill this man, he would get more blood from Muzan-sama and become an Upper Rank.
“Are you the one with the golden armor…?”
Enmu needed to confirm.
Tang An exhaled a smoke ring, raising his left eyebrow. Combined with his current arrogant posture, he looked highly cocky.
“Looking for me?”
Tang An frowned slightly; then his eyes flashed with cold light.
“I almost forgot, Muzan Kibutsuji’s demons share information. With Muzan Kibutsuji’s cowardly nature, did he send the Twelve Kizuki to kill me?”
Enmu’s eerie smile disappeared, replaced by a stunned look as he stared at Tang An with contempt, sighing, and mixed emotions.
“That master is the strongest, how could he be cowardly? However, indeed, several Upper Ranks are looking for you. But now, you are mine,” Enmu’s face twisted excitedly.
“Ha, I didn’t go looking for him, but he has his eye on me,” Tang An flicked his cigarette ash, smirking coldly. Already in a bad mood, he thought about Nezuko not adapting to sunlight, shattering his dream of immortality.
Tang An’s anger grew, all his negative emotions exploding at this moment.
“Crack…”
A golden lightning flash, Enmu only felt a blur in front of his eyes, then saw his headless body sitting across from him.
His head was being held in Tang An’s hand.
What just happened?
What had he seen?
Why was his body sitting opposite?
Tang An placed Enmu’s head on the table, the hardened blade in his right hand disappearing. After returning to normal, he took a drag from his cigarette, his eyes filled with indifference.
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