I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

Jing Yang quickly discovered that these hazy auras, which seemed to be dissipating naturally, actually circled around and converged again in a certain direction, turning into a lighter-colored confluence that surged into the depths of the black fog.

"Who is there?"

In the blink of an eye, Jingyang had already mustered all his strength to protect himself.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the 'reflection' that should have been the guardian spirit beast was right behind the extended line of his own and the gray currents flowing towards the black mist—look what you've been protecting! Hiding so far away!

What bothered Jingyang even more was that he didn't feel much change in the total amount of his own Qi. Is that scientifically possible?

My body has grown to 1.9 meters tall, which should put me in my early twenties, right? Even considering physical development, my Nen level should have increased accordingly... But my body has grown for years, yet my Nen level hasn't changed at all. It's like squandering several years of my youth without any compensation. It's an absolute rip-off!

The black mist slowly parted to both sides, revealing the end of the light gray confluence, which was a throne seemingly constructed from densely packed divine runes.

On the throne of God sat a strange black figure.

A hazy aura emanated from his body. After some of it dissipated, the light gray aura flew towards the chest of the black figure, leaving behind a gray pentagram.

As the black figure absorbed the light gray aura, it seemed to materialize and gradually solidify.

Hey, you're stealing, aren't you?

This grayish, ghostly thing, even though I can't control it or use it, you can't just steal it!

What was initially just a skeletal silhouette outlined with a brush gradually swelled into a full, rounded body, until the light gray aura faded and finally disappeared. Although still dark, it at least looked more like a person, and the facial features became subtly more defined. Then the person on the throne opened their eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, the octopus-like spirit beast behind Jing Yang suddenly let out a shrill scream. This was the first time the remnant spirit of the so-called Sky Master had made a sound since it took this form.

The black figure rose from the throne.

The octopus-like beast charged wildly, leaping left and right. The billowing black mist was like an impenetrable wall; no matter how it charged, it was repelled by the soft yet firm force, unable to break through.

The black figure clenched his fist in the air, and black energy flowed from his palm, condensing into the character "神" (divine) and quickly weaving together to form a slender, handleless blade.

The octopus-like beast's shrieks became even more piercing, and its desire to escape became even more frantic and intense.

Jingyang covered his ears and hid to the side.

Does this thing really retain some self-awareness?

I knew that anything that's pinched until it's numb wasn't a good thing!

Fortunately, I usually throw them on the Rock Sparrow to force it to lie dormant.

The black figure gripped the divine-character blade and hurled it through the air like a bolt of black lightning. In the blink of an eye, the octopus-like spirit beast was pinned to the black mist. The fine blade, formed from the dense condensation of the divine character, pierced through it, and black runes flowed out, coursing across its body. The octopus-like spirit beast's shrill cries grew weaker and weaker, its struggles growing ever weaker…

Jingyang looked at it, then turned back to look at the black figure in front of the throne with the character "神" (god).

He asked, "True Martial King?"

The other party did not reply.

"Vivigo?" Jingyang asked again, "Vivigo = Grey Guo Meat?"

The black figure sighed and looked at Jing Yang, "You are not the blood of the Gray Flesh King." Then it looked at the nailed octopus spirit beast, "It is not a guardian spirit beast either."

"I knew it!" Jingyang clenched his fist.

He wasn't really interested in who the biological father of the prematurely matured baby body he was in after transmigrating was, but the fact that he wasn't of the royal bloodline of the Kajin Grey Guo Rou clan would undoubtedly make him less passive in the future.

Jing Yang asked the question he most wanted to ask, and said in one breath, "True Martial King, are you really dead? I found a lot of immortal rice from the Dark Continent in the Buddha statue you left for the Black Mist Lion Clan. Logically speaking, since you found this rice and have great strength, you shouldn't have died so easily..."

The black figure, resembling the True Martial King, seemed somewhat exhausted after throwing that sword. He sat back on the throne formed by the character "God," muttering to himself as if he were delirious: "Every man for himself... I am the one who would be condemned by heaven and earth if I did not act for myself..."

What is that? Can it speak human language?

King Zhenwu looked at Jingyang and asked, "If your mental power oath is called 'Every man for himself, or the world will destroy him,' and your wife's life is in danger, what would you do?"

"Of course we'd save her," Jingyang said.

"Your abilities can only be used for yourself." King Zhenwu repeated each word carefully. "If a person doesn't look out for themselves, they will be punished by heaven and earth. This is the oath you made on the very first day you acquired these abilities."

Jingyang asked, "Is my wife my true love?"

“Of course…” King Zhenwu sighed, “Of course.”

"Then what are you hesitating for!" Jing Yang shouted. "If I don't save her, how will I live? I'm going to die anyway, so of course I have to save myself! Saving myself isn't doing it for myself, is it? This isn't like I'm changing careers!"

Furthermore, in Chinese, the "wei" in the idiom "人不为己天诛地灭" should actually be pronounced with a second tone. It means not for oneself, but to become oneself, to be oneself!

King Zhenwu stared intently at Jingyang, and finally sighed, "Child, you are stronger than me."

Oaths and constraints reflect the heart and subconscious. Even if he were to return to hundreds of years ago, to that moment of choice, things wouldn't change just because he listened to a few words from Jing Yang.

Because fundamentally, his understanding of the matter differed from Jingyang's. Jingyang naturally believed that saving his wife was the same as saving himself, and that his actions didn't constitute a breach of contract at all. Zhenwu Wang, however, subconsciously believed that using his power to heal others meant he wasn't acting purely for himself, and thus had already violated his oath.

"So, what happened next?" Jingyang asked. "What was your choice back then?"

The True Martial King said calmly, "I have been condemned by Heaven and Earth."

Jing Yang was speechless. Should he be called stubborn, or should he be praised as a true man?

"My time is running out, you must leave, child..." King Zhenwu said, "The power within you has allowed me to regain a moment of clarity. I must go and settle my last regret before I die." He looked behind Jingyang, "In return, I will give this parasite that will eventually devour its master a little treatment..."

Jing Yang looked back and saw that the divine blade that had pinned the octopus-like spirit beast to the black mist had melted and spread all over its body. Amidst its silent wails, it was completely refined and gradually disintegrated, turning into specks of white light that drifted toward Jing Yang. After this part of the spirit merged into his own energy, Jing Yang felt as if something had been added to him, a kind of instinctive intuition.

It's like, as long as I just reach out like that...

As he reached out, the "firmness" in his hand quickly extended into the shape of a sharp blade.

King Zhenwu said, "If you don't like it or are worried, you can remove it yourself later."

“If I knew a spirit exorcist, I would have gotten rid of that octopus long ago.” Jing Yang waved the “sword energy” in his hand.

“No need for a mind-removing master,” King Zhenwu said wearily. “Experience it for yourself, child. I must go…”

He gazed in a certain direction of the black mist, then looked up and stared intently. Suddenly, the entire space trembled, and the black mist surged...

The black mist surged in, and before Jingyang could say anything more, he was swallowed up by the endless black mist.

You should at least tell me what this sword is used for, or give me some instructions on how to use it!

……

boom!

The sword energy struck Jin's arm, but he blocked it with his bare hands, producing a dull thud.

"Ok?"

Jin looked at the sharp blade formed from qi that had slashed his arm with some surprise... There were wisps of qi flowing from the "firmness" on his arm toward the blade.

"Yo?"

Jing Yang, who was holding the sword, felt it even more clearly. He felt a faint but obvious energy flowing towards him along the sword energy in his hand. It seemed to have been filtered and selected, and it blended with his own energy without any hindrance, becoming one with the "firmness" in his body.

It did not increase my total mental energy, but it replenished the mental energy I consumed every second.

That's it!

This sword energy, refined from the Octopus Mind Beast, possesses the Octopus Mind Beast's original characteristic of absorbing mind energy... The Octopus Mind Beast needs to meet certain conditions to absorb mind energy, but the sword energy that True Martial King helped him refine with the character "God" can cut and absorb the opponent's energy as soon as it hits it. With this ebb and flow, the opponent's energy consumption in battle will increase, while he himself will become more and more energetic as the battle goes on!

Thinking of a brilliant idea, Jingyang unleashed his sword energy and launched a continuous attack on Jin.

Of course, it wasn't Jing Yang who started any conflict, but Jin was curious about the sword energy in his hand and insisted on taking a few hits... Jing Yang guessed that this unreliable guy probably wanted to give his sword energy a Sharingan? According to Jin's self-proclaimed abilities in the manga, as long as he was hit by any striking Nen ability once, he could replicate it almost perfectly. And this wasn't even his Nen ability; it was purely because he was talented enough and had a deep enough understanding of Nen, so he could just imitate it.

But right now, Jin finds that he can't imitate the strange sword energy in the boy's hand that absorbs Nen.

He dodged repeatedly, and unwilling to give up, he tried several times to deliberately offer his Nen to the sword energy to devour, attempting to deconstruct and reconstruct this interesting Nen ability, but to no avail.

"Alright, alright, let's not fight anymore!" Jin jumped away, one hand in his pocket and the other waving.

"You think you can just stop fighting like that?" Jing Yang wasn't about to give up and charged forward again, brandishing his sword.

"I said I'm not fighting anymore." Jin stared with dead fish eyes, his aura suddenly erupting, the terrifying aura almost solidifying into a huge storm that shot into the sky. It not only pushed Jing Yang, who was rushing towards him, back, but also shocked the three people watching nearby, Shizuku, Kurapika and Kite, who retreated one after another.

Jing Yang did a somersault in the air, landed lightly on the ground, and nodded, saying, "Okay, if you say we won't fight, then we won't fight."

With a flick of his wrist, the sword of energy that originated from his "firmness" quickly retreated, disappearing into his energy and vanishing without a trace.

Kim commented, "A very impressive ability."

Jingyang laughed and said, "If you're going to praise me for being amazing, then I really am amazing."

Of course, the truly formidable one is the True Martial King. A seemingly feeble figure, having merely absorbed a bit of his own overflowing death energy, is already able to unleash such power. How powerful must that guy have been in life?

Jin smiled, said nothing, and took a card out of his pocket.

Jing Yang glanced at it. A card? A skill card from Greed Island?

He asked, "Why do you think that arrow was shot towards the Dark Continent?"

If nothing unexpected happens, the place where I met King Zhenwu might be inside the giant arrow that Xiaodi and the others mentioned? Before the giant arrow took off and flew away, King Zhenwu threw me out in time.

In response to Jing Yang's question, Jin looked up at the sky and said, "Because Wei Hugo = Hui Guorou lived in the same era as a certain man... If I were him, I would also shoot that guy Dong with an arrow if I had the chance!"

He smiled, flipped the card in his hand, and looked to the other side. "Kate, here's your final test."

These unexpected words puzzled Kate, but knowing his master's unreliable personality, he had a bad feeling. Could it be...?

Jingyang noticed a corner of the card on Jin's hand that read "C-50".

“Find me, and you’ll have graduated. You’ll become a full-fledged professional hunter.” Jin looked at Kate, holding the card in his hand, and said with a smile, “Use ‘Magnetic Force’.”

“Wait!” Kate called out.

It was too late. As soon as Jin finished speaking, a ball of white light appeared out of thin air and enveloped him completely. It was as if he had acquired the flying technique from the Dragon Ball world. With a "bang," he rose from the ground and soared into the sky. In the blink of an eye, he rushed towards the horizon at an extremely fast speed, leaving only a white dot of light behind. With a "ding," he disappeared without a trace...

They just slipped away like that...

Kate stared blankly at the sky, her hat askew.

Kurapika sighed and looked around. The mist that had shrouded the islands had completely dissipated, and everything was clearly visible without the need for the 'Cone'. After the giant stone arrow shot away, there were no remaining traces of Nen on the islands. It seemed the divine rune arrays marked on the treasure map were no longer triggerable, preventing teleportation to this location…

I don't know what exactly happened to cause this change.

Kurapika looked at Jingyang, who had disappeared for a while; perhaps he held the answer.

Xiao Di wasn't interested in Jin's escape. Although she remembered the strange card, which seemed to have been used by the big guy on the island she and Jing Yang had drifted to, she didn't really care.

She walked up to Jingyang, now needing to tilt her head slightly to meet his gaze.

This time he was lucky, but his body had grown so much out of nowhere. What about next time? Such changes are unpredictable; Jingyang has no control over how many years he'll grow. What if next time…

Jingyang saw the worry in her eyes, touched her ear, and took her hand to the shore.

"Wow!"

As the waves crashed against the shore, Jingyang, holding Xiaodi's hand, suddenly said, "I want to completely control the so-called death energy absorbed by my heart... In return, I will never kill anyone to plunder death energy. If I break this oath, then let me forever lose all my Nen abilities."