A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 1270

“Go…Gojo Sensei!! He…he he he’s alive!!”

Looking at the amazing scene in front of him, Yidizhi was surprised that he could fit an ostrich egg in his mouth.

"Haha, you're so noisy, Ijichi." Seeing this, Gojo Satoru laughed happily.

Only Ieiri Naoko, who was standing by, felt a little regretful: "It's a little regrettable."

Because Xuanhao suddenly came back to life, she couldn't continue dissecting the body.

"I'm really sorry."

Xuan Hao looked at the woman in front of him speechlessly, "Who are you?"

"Xuanhao. Welcome back."

Gojo Satoru said with a smile, without giving any extra explanation.

"Well, I'm back."

Snapped--

The two clapped their hands in celebration.

The matter ended smoothly and with a good result.

"Hey, I have to revise the report. It's so troublesome."

After Xuanhao and Ijichi left, Ieiri Shoko looked at Gojo Satoru helplessly.

"No, just keep it as it is."

Gojo Satoru smiled faintly and stopped him, "I want to make sure Xuanhao has the minimum self-protection ability before he is targeted again. I need some time for this. Just record him as dead."

"Okay, since you said so." Jialiu Naoko nodded slightly, "Do you want to hide Xuanhao completely?"

"No, I will let him return to school before the exchange meeting." Gojo Satoru responded confidently.

"why?"

"The reason is simple. Taking away the youth of young people is unforgivable, no matter who it is."

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Family restaurant.

"Gojo Satoru. Can't we kill him even if we attack him together?"

The volcano-headed curse spirit asked gloomily to the man with stitches on his forehead.

"He will get away with it easily. In the worst case, you may all be killed." The man replied calmly, "I suggest that instead of 'killing' him, you should find a way to 'seal' him."

"Seal?" Several cursed spirits asked doubtfully, "Is there any specific method?"

"Use a special-grade spell." The man laughed and replied, "'Prison Gate'."

"Prison Gate Border..." The Volcano Head Curse Spirit was immediately excited when he heard this, "That forbidden thing!? Is it in your hands? "

"Louhu, don't get excited." The man called its name calmly, "It will get hot."

The surrounding air was becoming scorching hot due to the cursed power erupting from the top of the volcano cursed spirit.

"Table 5 hasn't placed an order yet. Who's going to rush them?"

The restaurant manager looked at the man sitting alone in the corner with stitches on his head and asked in confusion.

As he spoke, he looked at a waiter beside him.

But the waiter ignored him and turned around and said, "I want to quit!"

He used to be a man with a strong sense of responsibility, and he saved all his salary to support his four step-sisters to go to college in the future.

But even he couldn't resist the instinct to survive.

If you get close to that table, you will die!

"I'll go."

Another waiter said disapprovingly.

However, while they were talking, the store manager noticed something unusual.

"Come to think of it, the air conditioner should be on, right? Why is it so hot?"

He asked confusedly as he watched the waiter approach the table.

And the next moment, the waiter was instantly burned to charcoal.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Suddenly, the whole store became chaotic.

The man with stitches on his forehead looked at this scene and shook his head helplessly: "Really, don't make too much noise, okay?"

"Oh. Is that all right?"

The volcano-headed curse spirit sneered and raised his finger.

In an instant, the whole store fell silent.

Because everyone was burned to charcoal in an instant.

“Luckily I didn’t go to a fancy store.”

The man waved his hands helplessly to disperse the smoke.

"Summer oil."

The other cursed spirits at the side asked the man calmly, as if nothing had happened.

"How many fingers stronger am I than Sukuna?"

The man who was called out counted his fingers and said calmly, "Roughly speaking, maybe 8 or 9?"

"enough."

Hearing this, Volcano Head grinned and said, "Give me the Prison Gate Territory! I want to add it to my collection! In return, I will go kill Gojo Satoru."

The cursed spirits didn't seem to believe the man's words at all, and didn't think that they needed Sukuna's power to defeat Gojo Satoru.

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"When we arrived at the scene, my son was already dead."

"To be honest, I was skeptical at first about whether it was necessary to rescue people in juvenile detention centers."

After the incident was over, Megumi Fushiguro went to the home of the victim's family to report the situation.

"But my companions were different from me. Although they failed, they tried to bring back the body after confirming that your son was alive or dead."

Unfortunately, the remains disappeared along with the special-grade living area.

Fushiguro Megumi did not continue to explain, but took out the only thing he brought out and handed it to the victim's mother: "I want to at least give this to you."

The woman looked at what the boy handed over.

It was a scrap of cloth with her son's name printed on it.

"I'm really sorry that I couldn't save Mr. Zheng."

Fushiguro Megumi bowed and apologized.

"No... no need to apologize."

The woman finally couldn't help crying.

"I'm the only one who'll be sad when that child dies."

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Jujutsu High School, training ground.

"You're so slow, Hui."

Looking at Megumi Fushiguro who had returned after finishing the work, Zenin Maki complained.

"What have you been doing?"

"Isn't it my freedom to do whatever I want?"

Megumi Fushiguro did not explain, but asked back inexplicably.

"Sister Zenin, what kind of people do you want to help by becoming a sorcerer?"

"Ah?" Zenin Maki was a little puzzled when he heard this, "I don't care who to save and who not to save."

"I shouldn't have asked if I had known." Fushiguro Megumi sighed and turned his head away.

"What did you say?" Zenin Maki was confused, veins popping out on her forehead. "Fushiguro!!! Don't ask questions like those in the Q&A section of an interview!! Change people!" At this moment, a roar came from the center of the training ground in the distance.

It was Nobara Kugisaki who was being trained... no, to be more precise, she was being tortured and tossed around by Senior Panda and was roaring.

"Change!! School uniforms are so inconvenient!! Let me buy some nice sportswear!!"

"What are they doing?" Megumi Fushiguro asked with some confusion, looking at the scene in the distance.

"Because you are too weak in close combat." Zenin Maki replied, "So you are training. Your training task is to win a game from us first."

As she spoke, she took out a stick-shaped cursed tool and hooked her arm towards Fushiguro Megumi.

"If you have anything to say, we can talk later."

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the other side.

In a basement somewhere under the Jujutsu High School.

Gojo Satoru was also secretly training Xuanhao to control his cursed energy.

"I think you are much better than others in close combat. What you need to learn now is to control your magic power."

Gojo Satoru raised a finger and said calmly, "And the basics of spells."

"Okay."

Xuanhao nodded of course when he heard this.

He really needs to learn these in order to become stronger in this world.

"Teacher, you said you are the 'strongest'. Can you teach me how to become the strongest sorcerer?"

"Haha." Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "That's right. Then take a look at the canned juice over there first."

As he spoke, Gojo Satoru pointed to two cans of juice on the table nearby.

The next moment, the two cans of juice were suddenly crushed by an invisible force.

But the two jars were crushed in different ways.

One is twisted, the other is simply squeezed.

"One is cursed power, the other is a technique. Do you know the difference?"

"So that's how it is. I don't understand." Xuan Hao took a look and said he didn't understand.

"Hmm~ Let me give you an analogy." Gojo Satoru explained, "'Cursed power' is like 'electricity', and 'jutsu' is 'electrical appliances'. You can't just use electricity casually, right? So you have to transfer 'electricity' into 'electrical appliances' to obtain various effects."

As he spoke, he only thought of the two crushed jars on the table.

"This one was simply destroyed by cursed energy, and was simply flattened. The other side was twisted like that by injecting cursed energy into the ritual, and then using a curse."

"That is to say, next I just need to learn a super powerful technique!!" Xuan Hao immediately understood the meaning after hearing this.

"No, Xuanhao, you can't use spells."

Gojo Satoru poured a bucket of cold water on him on the spot.

"Unlike simple shikigami or barrier techniques, techniques are basically innate. So, innate talent accounts for about 80% of a sorcerer's strength. In short, you have no talent at all."

Xuan Hao was deeply shocked after hearing this and fell to the ground.

"Are you okay?" Gojo Satoru asked with some confusion.

"Hey... I thought it was simple."

"Haha," Gojo Satoru smiled, "I haven't finished yet. You just can't use curses now. Soon, your body will remember Sukuro's techniques. Don't think about things you can't do!! You have to continue to use your strengths. Add cursed power to your physical skills!"

"Is that right?"

"Yes, I am more afraid of the kind of combat methods that can create deterrence based on basics than the crappy spells. As I said just now, your ability in hand-to-hand combat is top-notch."

"But I seem to have learned how to use cursed power in physical techniques." Xuan Hao replied.

"Then you come and try it. You can't do it anyway." Gojo Satoru chuckled and raised his hand to signal him to attack here.

"I don't care if you get hurt."

Xuanhao stretched his muscles when he saw this.

"I know. Go ahead and fight."

As Gojo Satoru finished his words, Xuan Hao punched him mercilessly.

However, only a crisp sound was heard and nothing happened.

“Nothing was injected.”

Gojo Satoru looked at his palms and laughed.

That was just an ordinary punch, pure physical strength.

Although the strength surprised him, that was all.

"why?"

Xuanhao looked at his fist, feeling confused.

"The source of cursed power is negative emotions. The 'time' you mentioned should have been filled with anger," Gojo Satoru explained.

"I see." Xuan Hao nodded slightly, understanding a little, "So you have to be angry when using cursed power? Indeed, Fushiguro always looks angry."

"Wrong answer." Gojo Satoru shook his head helplessly.

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High school training ground.

As if she felt someone was saying bad things about her behind her back, Megumi Fushiguro became alert.

"What's wrong?" Zenin Maki asked puzzledly from the opposite side.

"Just now... I suddenly felt very unhappy." Fushiguro Megumi replied with a frown.

"Ah?" Upon hearing this, veins bulged on Zenin Maki's forehead.

"Ah, it's not that you make me unhappy, senior sister." Fushiguro Megumi blocked the stick and explained.

"There is still a month and a half before the exchange meeting, so you better cheer up." Zenin Maki threw the stick in his hand to him and said lightly, "Next, you should try to grow taller ones."

"I didn't expect it to be so easy to use." Megumi Fushiguro held the stick and played with it a few times.

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basement.

"Everyone is training to extract magical power from the weak spark of emotion."

Gojo Satoru continued to explain to Xuan Hao.

"When you're experiencing strong emotions, you can't waste your magic power. There are several training methods, and I've chosen a very difficult one for you."

"What?" Xuan Hao asked.

"Watch a movie." Gojo Satoru smiled and took out a pile of movie discs.

"Ah?" Xuan Hao was slightly stunned when he heard this, totally not understanding, "Watch... a movie?"

"Yes," Gojo Satoru explained, "From masterpieces, C-grade horror films to French landmine films, I watch them all while I'm awake."

“???” Xuanhao still didn’t understand.

"Of course not just watching it normally." Gojo Satoru continued to explain, "You have to watch it together with it."

As he spoke, he took out a stuffed bear that looked like it was sleeping, with a pair of boxing gloves on its hands.

"What the hell is this ugly but cute doll?" Xuan Hao took the doll, a little confused.

"Moe?" Gojo Satoru laughed, "This is a cursed corpse specially made by the principal."

"Ah, that's indeed his style." Xuanhao nodded slightly, indicating that he had seen it somewhere.

"And then?" Xuan Hao continued to ask, "I don't understand what you are talking about at all."

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's almost there." Gojo Satoru didn't explain, but seemed to be waiting for something.

boom--

A few seconds after he finished speaking, a sound of hitting came from Xuan Hao's direction.

The teddy bear in Xuanhao's hand took advantage of him not paying attention and punched him on the chin.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru chuckled and explained, "This Cursed Corpse needs to be continuously infused with stable cursed energy, otherwise it will wake up and beat you up like it did just now. As I said just now, there are all kinds of movies here, some are thrilling, some are exciting, some are thrilling, some are tear-jerking, some are humorous, and some are those that make people feel suffocated and irritated after watching. First of all, you have to finish watching a movie safely without waking up the Cursed Corpse. This training is to train your ability to use cursed energy in various emotional states. Too much or too little output is not good."

(End of this chapter)