The Land of Demons's situation was currently stable, located in a remote corner, fortunately avoiding the Great Ninja War, and the people lived and worked in peace. The money could be earned back in no time.

"Very good." Kiyoshi smiled slightly.

Working to save money and then spending connections to purchase equipment would waste a lot of time.

Now, it was just a matter of a word.

"I have one last request, I need your chakra." Kiyoshi said.

Only by obtaining the Priestess's chakra, in addition to his already mutated chakra, and researching their commonalities, could he speed up the progress of his research.

Perhaps this would also accelerate the research on Mōryō's power.

It should be known that the Priestess's chakra has a suppressive effect on Mōryō's chakra.

There was also a legend that the two were once one.

"My chakra?" Miroku frowned even more.

She had already given Kiyoshi the Priestess's sealing technique, but now Kiyoshi was demanding her chakra.

Mōryō's physical body was also with Kiyoshi.

Could it be that Kiyoshi had some ulterior motive?

"Don't push your luck."

Miroku's tone became colder, her sense of majesty even stronger.

If it were the people of the Land of Demons, they would probably have knelt down and apologized.

It was a pity that Kiyoshi's registered residence was Konoha.

He stepped closer to Miroku.

Miroku's thin juban was not enough to cover her entire body, like a tight-fitting undershirt.

Without the wide and heavy chihaya robe to conceal her, the lower half of her body was covered in white silk stockings of the same color as the juban.

The white silk stockings were not too long, nor too short, tightly wrapping her thighs, outlining a layer of light flesh, making her extremely alluring.

The only drawback was that they were too old-fashioned, without any decorations, seemingly the traditional attire of the Priestess.

A trace of nervousness appeared in Miroku's eyes as she looked up at Kiyoshi.

Kiyoshi, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, had grown even taller and more handsome. That intense masculine aura almost radiated through her.

"Priestess, the Daimyo has come to see you." Outside the room, a guard announced.

Miroku's tense expression became flustered.

If the Daimyo of the Land of Demons and those guards suddenly came in, Kiyoshi's presence would be difficult to explain.

This would deal a fatal blow to the good reputation that the Priestess had accumulated for thousands of years.

Miroku absolutely wouldn't allow such a thing to happen.

She hurriedly said, "Have the Daimyo wait a moment, I'll put on my chihaya robe."

"But…the Daimyo is already here." The guard finished speaking.

The sound of footsteps faintly came from afar.

"Miroku…cough cough…"

The Daimyo of the Land of Demons's voice was old and turbid, accompanied by coughing.

Kiyoshi said, "It seems the Daimyo of the Land of Demons is even older than when I last came."

While Mōryō's power had aged the Daimyo of the Land of Demons's body, an important point was that the Daimyo's heart was also old.

Suddenly changing from a young body to a decrepit one required strong resilience.

Not everyone could do this. Especially not a pampered Daimyo.

Miroku ignored Kiyoshi, she quickly put on her chihaya robe and put on her headdress.

As she was about to tie her sash and go out, Kiyoshi pulled her back from behind.

Squeak…

The door opened a crack.

The sky outside was just beginning to dawn, with a hint of whiteness in the distance.

The mountains swayed in the wind, and the air was fresh.

A trace of excitement appeared on the Daimyo of the Land of Demons's face, which was full of wrinkles.

The daily pain tormented him, and he only wanted to see the Priestess who haunted his dreams.

This had become the Daimyo of the Land of Demons's greatest spiritual pillar.

"Miroku…"

The Daimyo of the Land of Demons called out.

A good day started with seeing the Priestess.

However, he waited for a few seconds but found that the door remained motionless.

"Miroku?"

The Daimyo of the Land of Demons called the Priestess's name again, this time with doubt.

"Wait a moment, I have something I haven't taken, please wait."

Miroku's body stiffened slightly, and her eyes turned back to glare at Kiyoshi, wanting to push Kiyoshi away from behind her.

"You wouldn't mind giving a little chakra, would you?" Kiyoshi's lips curled into a smile.

He was just thinking of what reason to use to make Miroku hand over her chakra, and now the opportunity had come.

"No, the Priestess's chakra cannot be leaked out." Miroku flatly refused.

Giving Kiyoshi the Priestess's sealing technique was the limit, and Kiyoshi actually wanted her chakra after that.

It would be terrible if he used her chakra to do something to Mōryō.

After the Daimyo of the Land of Demons's incident, Miroku was much more careful about handling power.

In her opinion, Kiyoshi was obviously taking a crooked path and was capable of anything.

"You don't want the Daimyo, or the people outside, to see me here, do you?" Kiyoshi lowered his head and whispered in Miroku's ear.

The hot breath hit Miroku's skin, giving her goosebumps.

"You…!"

Miroku's dignified and luxurious face was almost red with anger.

This guy, as expected, was still so shameless. He actually threatened her with such a reason.

"Priestess."

Seeing that the Daimyo had been waiting at the door for a while, the guard quickly supported him with another person.

"Hmph."

Miroku could only snort heavily, venting her dissatisfaction, and also trying to keep the sound in the room.

She said, "I'll give it to you, but you need to cure the Daimyo's illness."

"No problem."

Kiyoshi took out a bottle of medicine and gave it to Miroku, then summoned his sword and had Miroku input chakra into the red stone embedded in the sword's hilt.

This was the red stone from Miroku's bell artifact, which Kiyoshi had disassembled and forged onto his sword.

The red stone originally stored some of the Priestess's chakra, but each time it was used, a little would be lost.

Now there was not much left, and Miroku had to input new chakra.

"Very good."

After finishing, Kiyoshi nodded with satisfaction. Now, the things on Land of Demons could be considered finished for the time being.

As for further advancement with the Priestess, it could wait until the experimental base was on the right track.

"Well then, see you next time, Priestess." Kiyoshi made a polite greeting, pinched Miroku, and disappeared.

"That bastard!"

Miroku was furious, her dignified face full of blushes.

She took several deep breaths, opened the door, and said in an indifferent voice, "Coming."

Miroku walked out gracefully, her posture showing the ethereal holiness of the Priestess.

"Good morning, Miroku."

Seeing Miroku's holy appearance, the Daimyo of the Land of Demons's old face, full of wrinkles, seemed to be wrinkled into a chrysanthemum.

Suddenly, he noticed that the chihaya robe behind Miroku was a little wrinkled.

The shape was as if someone had pinched it.

"It must be that I came too early today, and Miroku didn't have time to clean up."

The Daimyo of the Land of Demons found a suitable reason in his heart.

Otherwise, what else could it be?

The Daimyo didn't think that anyone could sneak into the shrine without anyone knowing.

Behind the shrine was where the Priestess rested, and the front was used for sacrifices. Ordinary people didn't even have the qualifications to approach.

This shows that the Priestess of the Land of Demons is different from the Priestesses of other countries, possessing a transcendent status.