I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

Xiao Di said, "If someone with strong evil intentions passes by, they would be completely unaware if they weren't thinking about anything, and would continue living their normal life. But if they can already sense intentions, even if they only vaguely sense them, then..."

“That would probably be unforgettable for life, and might even leave one living in constant fear,” Jingyang said.

“Not only that,” Kurapika pondered, “reacting to someone with strong malice is more likely to attract their attention and interest, and the consequences are probably not good.” He paused, then said softly, “Perhaps this is why Nen abilities haven’t become widespread.” He sighed with emotion.

Anyone can start chanting if they use the right methods.

However, not everyone is good at practicing Nen, let alone diligently practicing and accumulating considerable strength... If a method were used to enable everyone to activate Nen, the result for most ordinary people would not necessarily be an increase in happiness, and might even be the opposite.

In a world where supernatural powers exist, perhaps a little ignorance isn't necessarily a bad thing. The powerful hunter Nobu, sensing the immense malevolent intent of the Ant Guardians from afar, was so terrified that he suffered psychological trauma, went bald, and aged several years... In contrast, an ordinary person who knew nothing would be unaffected.

Are you sure you want to leave?

At the train station in the small town, Jingyang looked at Kurapika.

“Yes,” Kurapika said, “I will continue searching for the eyes of my people.”

He stopped Jing Yang from speaking further and smiled, "You've already helped me too much. I want to take matters into my own hands from now on."

"Anyway, remember to register for the Hunter Exam at the end of the year." Jingyang extended his fist, then suddenly changed it to a palm as Kurapika extended his fist as well, ruffling Kurapika's head and turning his blond hair into a bird's nest. Kurapika's deadpan expression clenched his fist, and he sighed deeply, "Of course, having a formal Hunter License will be much easier." Kurapika still bumped fists with Jingyang, "See you next year." He also nodded to Shizuku, then turned and entered the station, disappearing into the crowd.

“It’s just the two of us now,” Jingyang said.

"Hmm," said Xiaodi, "Shall we go shopping?"

“Let’s go.” Jing Yang put his arm around her shoulder and walked towards the street. “Let’s go shopping first, then go to the Eye of Death, and then find out where the World Tree is. Oh, right, is there a big hospital around here? A slaughterhouse or something would also be fine…”

Chapter 206 Set a small goal: Medical Ninjutsu?

Jingyang and Xiaodi spent two days strolling around the streets.

Having been adrift at sea for far too long, I long to experience life in a human city.

Although this seaside town is not bustling, it is full of life and vibrancy.

There were only two movie theaters, and they weren't very big, but at least there were some. There weren't many shopping malls, and none of them had any big brands, but Jingyang didn't really care for the consumer goods in the Hunter x Hunter world anyway. The tadpole-like Hunter x Hunter characters printed on the packaging gave off a sense of alienation from a foreign land. Xiaodi, who came from Meteor City, was more concerned with the quality of consumer goods. Apart from jewelry, which she liked to be shiny and precious, she would buy anything that was basically usable or edible. Although there weren't any chain stores of the Ancient Library, the two found several secondhand bookstores. Jingyang would just browse through them and move on, but seeing Xiaodi buying basket after basket and putting them all into her bulging-eyed fish as soon as they left, like a squirrel hoarding supplies for winter, made him feel that the trip was worthwhile.

"what happened?"

In the evening, the two were having dinner at a small restaurant. Xiao Di sat opposite them. She had already finished eating and was flipping through a chess book. She noticed that Jing Yang had been watching her for a while, so she looked up. Her glasses had slipped down her nose because she was looking down, and there was a hint of doubt in her big, light purple eyes.

Jing Yang pursed his lips and ate the last piece of noodle, one piece at a time, chuckling, "I'm just curious, Xiao Di, if you forget everything after reading the chess manual, how long will it take you to learn it..."

"Why do you say that?" Xiao Di asked, even more puzzled. "It's just the basics of military chess, it's not that difficult."

She looked down at her book again, turned a page, and asked, "Does Jingyang want to study?"

"Hmph." Jing Yang remained silent.

"Let's see who learns faster?" Xiao Di looked up, her expression as blank as ever, yet she still looked so beautiful. She moved aside a little and patted her.

When the waiter came to clear the plates, he saw this scene: a handsome young man and a beautiful young woman from out of town were sitting shoulder to shoulder, head to head, flipping through the same book. They were both quite focused, seemingly really reading the words on the page, oh, and the diagrams too...

Actually, Jingyang was "daydreaming".

He was indeed diligently studying the beginner's book on military chess with Xiaodi, but he had more than one brain. He also had a lively and mischievous side.

With his consciousness transferred to the body of Can Yuehu Wu Er on the other side of the ocean, Jing Yang continued to wander through the jungle, trying to find Bisky, who had been missing for many days.

He wanted to instruct the pale, ghostly boy who was following him to keep an eye on things and be more careful, but when he opened his mouth, all he could do was roar like a tiger, unable to speak human language. He couldn't help but roll his eyes... The little ghost looked at the big tiger strangely, somewhat puzzled.

Nighttime, in a hotel.

Jingyang came out of the bathroom wearing sandals and only a pair of newly bought loose shorts.

Xiao Di was no longer looking at the beginner's book on military chess; she was cultivating, sitting cross-legged on the bed, her aura perfectly integrated. After Jing Yang came out, it suddenly spread outwards, expanding into a hemisphere with a radius of about five meters.

Jingyang stepped into Xiaodi's 'circle'. "The scope has expanded?"

"Hmm," Xiao Di said with her eyes closed, "1.89 meters tall."

Jingyang smiled.

In the past, due to the death of his heart, he rarely measured his height and weight. Anyway, it might change at any time. Besides, he didn't like to see the results himself—they were too different from his physical data in his previous life, as if reminding him that this was a different world and that he was no longer himself.

But now things are much better. Not only has the threat of death been removed, but the body will no longer grow uncontrollably. Moreover, although the current physical condition, such as physical strength and weight, is slightly better than that of the previous life, at least the height is very close—the previous life is close to this life.

Moreover, he didn't know if it was just his imagination, or if his memories of his past life were starting to blur and mix with his present life, but he felt that his face now seemed to have a bit of the appearance of his past life.

Perhaps it's because of anger, perhaps it's because of longing...

It's probably some kind of mystical thing like "appearance reflects the mind," where the body, due to the reflection of one's subconscious, tends to resemble the appearance one perceives in oneself.

After all, the Manifestation System, one of the six major systems of Nen, involves areas such as clones, physical transformations, and creation from nothing.

Barbie dolls can turn into super-strong Barbies, so what's so strange about facial features developing subtly?

Moreover, his current potential for materialization-type talents has reached a full 81%!

It wouldn't be surprising if some kind of materialization ability were to automatically emerge someday—after all, there's a precedent of manipulating Nen abilities automatically emerging from within me.

In short, Jingyang gladly accepts this development.

After Xiao Di went to take a shower, Jing Yang also began his cultivation. His own "circle" only had a radius of seven meters, so he needed to continue practicing; he couldn't lose to Xiao Di.

Oh right, there's still a tiny bit of death energy left to digest.

He opened the Death Aura panel, and a hazy gray aura swirled around the gray figure with a sword across his knee.

With a thought, the hazy current of energy exploded, turning into specks of gray light that merged into one's limbs, bones, meridians, and so on—in short, every part of the body.

It seems to include every part of the soul as well...

Every speck of gray light merged with Jingyang's own energy, unleashing a surge of power.

It's unbelievable. This little bit of death energy was contributed by a kind sea monster that was strangled by Shizuku with a chainsaw while it was adrift at sea. It wasn't some kind of Nen power expert. How could such a little bit of death energy contain such a powerful energy?

Upon closer reflection, it seems that the death aura emanating from the deaths of those Nen users who were Prince Kakin's private soldiers wasn't much different from the death aura emanating from the deaths of ordinary sea beasts...

Life ends like a lamp going out.

There is not much difference between humans and animals, between Nen users and ordinary life forms.

Whether it's the death of a Nen user, or the death of a kitten or puppy, there's only a trace of death energy—neither much nor very little.

Jingyang had a sudden realization.

Death energy, though that's what I call it, is not equal to, or at least not entirely equal to, the energy we commonly know.

Take, for example, the cultist who kidnapped Kurapika, or the solitary figure of the Drunken Dream Master left behind at the summit of Sensui Mountain. These were all stronger forms of spirit after death, lingering energy after death, but they were merely distorted energies, nothing more. They weren't truly alive, not truly human. Even if they were destroyed, it would be called the removal of spirit, not killing, and they wouldn't generate death energy again. In their own hearts, which is now the judgment of "searching high and low," their former physical bodies were dead, their lives had vanished, so they were already dead.

The deathly aura is related to something deeper, more essential.

With life, with death, with cause and effect, with things that I cannot yet understand...

Jingyang seemed to be thinking about something but not really, and silently continued his cultivation.

He focused intently, striving to retain every wisp of power born from the gray light, merging it with his own energy and absorbing it for his own use. The size of the "firmness" on his body swelled, and wisps of visible heat emanated from it like steam from boiling water.

The numbers on the gray figure's chest climbed up little by little.

25211, 25333…

25404, 25555…

The next day, Jingyang and Xiaodi left the hotel where they were staying and went to the port they had already inquired about. They boarded a small sightseeing ferry and headed to the abyss vortex where the so-called Eye of Death was located.

On the boat, most of the passengers were tourists taking pictures of the sea from the railing with their phones. There were also some locals who seemed to have nothing better to do than chat with tourists from other places. Jingyang and Xiaodi walked around and noticed a few backpackers in the crowd. Judging from their physique, limb movements, and most importantly, the state of their aura, they knew that they were indeed quite skilled.

Even if these people weren't here to challenge the Great Whirlpool, they were pretty close.

Jingyang admires this kind of extreme challenge enthusiast.

He took out his phone and continued searching for information. Xiao Di sat to the side, head down, reading a book that seemed to be the same one from yesterday.

Jingyang visited the two local hospitals several times in the past two days. He didn't know whether to say he was unlucky or lucky, but he didn't encounter any incidents where someone happened to die. The town is not big, and the frequency of emergencies is not high. Jingyang didn't encounter any car accidents or similar incidents in the two days he visited, so he came up empty-handed.

As for the slaughterhouse… Jing Yang wandered around a few times but didn’t find anything similar. He really didn’t want to go to the pungent smell of the market, and the local fishermen seemed more accustomed to fishing at sea. So, after walking around the coastline, Jing Yang didn’t catch much, except for a few anglers he encountered. Jing Yang and Xiao Di waited for ages near the fishing spots without getting a bite, so he got impatient, rolled his eyes, and left.

Looking back now, if he had searched more diligently, he might have found something at slaughterhouses; there are definitely places in the market where fish, chickens, and pigs are slaughtered. Saying that the smell is pungent is just an excuse he made for himself... Jing Yang asked himself honestly, maybe he just didn't want to take the path of camping out at slaughterhouses, spending several hours a day in the deadly aura, until he mastered the Ten Mile Slope Sword God Technique...

It's kind of dramatic, but I'd rather be in a hospital than in a farmers' market.

But once the thought takes hold, there's nowhere to reason with it, and one can't change one's own mind.

Having a clear mind is very important.

Therefore, Jingyang now only searches for large hospitals, leaving slaughterhouses, vegetable markets and the like out of his mind. If he happens to pass by one by chance, he considers himself lucky. But if he actively seeks out places to wait for death, he'd rather not!

And if it's a hospital...

Perfect timing, it's just the right time for me to put into practice the capabilities I want to develop next.

"There it is! There it is!"

Just then, a sudden commotion erupted among the crowd on deck. Someone shouted excitedly, "I see it! The Great Whirlpool!" Another exclaimed in amazement, "That's the Eye of Death..."

Jingyang and Xiaodi were both drawn to the sound and went to investigate. Sure enough, not far away, the sea surface suddenly collapsed downwards, revealing half of the true face of the abyss whirlpool. Across the whirlpool was a crescent-shaped island. Jingyang estimated that the island was about three or four kilometers long and had an arc shape, perfectly "embracing" the whirlpool. It was a truly peculiar natural landscape.

The captain of the sightseeing ferry was clearly an experienced driver, navigating the ship to a position as close as possible to the whirlpool. It made one wonder if the entire ship would be pulled into the abyss by the fierce whirlpool currents at any moment, but it didn't actually happen. This caused the people on the ship's side to shout excitedly, gasp, and exclaim in surprise.

However, it's clear that no one would be brave enough to jump down here. This left Jingyang somewhat disappointed.

The whirlpool, two hundred meters deep, was so close, like an abyss. Looking at it for even a moment felt like being pulled into it, teetering on the brink of collapse.

The thunderous roar of the whirlpool made the more timid tourists weak and unable to resist holding onto the gunwale.

The tourist ferry sailed along the edge of the whirlpool toward Crescent Island. The backpackers whom Jingyang had secretly chosen and focused on stared intently at the whirlpool, their muscles tense, a mixture of nervousness, excitement, and eagerness. As soon as the ferry docked, they practically jumped off the deck and headed straight for the simple, officially set-up post on the island. After exchanging a few words with the staff, they began preparing for the whirlpool.

There were six people in total. Five of them had safety ropes tied around their waists with the help of staff, while the other one did not; he clearly intended to take no precautions and attempt the challenge bare-handed.

Many people take photos of the scenery, and also of these people. Perhaps in the eyes of tourists, these challengers are also part of the scenery here.

Death Eye.

Jingyang and Xiaodi sat on the shore of Crescent Island, watching as the six people leaped one after another into the two-hundred-meter-wide whirlpool. Those who jumped closer crashed into the whirlpool after falling thirty meters, while those who jumped farther, like the one without any protective gear, seemed to plunge headlong into the center of the whirlpool. The pupil of the Death God's eye remained unseen until his figure disappeared without a splash.

A gentle sea breeze blew, the waves crashed, and tourists exclaimed in surprise, while seagulls cried out in the distance.

Xiao Di's short black hair danced in the wind. She used a bulging-eyed fish to release a chessboard and two boxes of chess pieces, placed them on a reef, and invited Jing Yang to play chess.

She moves first with the black pieces, *snap*!

*Snap!* Jing Yang, holding the white piece, followed up.