The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

Strength is the foundation and guarantee of any strategy or plan.

This is a principle that Dong Yangping has known for a long time: without the corresponding strength, everything is just empty talk.

The rented house in Dongyangping next to the homes of Xiang Naihui and Shen Er—

"3832, 3833, 3834..."

Dongyang Ping was doing push-ups on the wooden floor, huffing and puffing.

The entire floor was soaked with sweat.

With each breath, the chest expands violently, the muscles twitch, and large amounts of water vapor are expelled, forming bursts of white mist.

Ninety-nine sat cross-legged on Dongyangping's muscular back, poking two fingers into Dongyangping's back.

With his other hand, Jiujiu Yuki dispersed the white mist.

Yuki Tsukumo, somewhat bored, asked, "Speaking of which, with your training like this... do push-ups really work?"

Dongyang Ping smirked: "3860! Of course it'll work!"

"Don't underestimate the push-up exercise. When you apply enough weight, all the muscles in my body are engaged."

"With each push-up, the muscles are fully engaged... 3861..."

As Dong Yangping felt his body adapt, he exhaled another breath of white air.

"The quality can be improved; I've already adapted to it at this stage!"

Tsukumo Yuki nodded, and then poked it with her third finger!

Dong Yangping's face turned pale, his whole body trembled, and he was almost crushed to the ground.

Although Dongyang Ping held up, the wooden floor did not!

Before it could adjust to the magnetic field, the weight suddenly became too great, resulting in a loud bang and a tremor.

Dong Yangping's right hand sank deeply into the wooden floor!

Along with this, Tsukumo Yuki stumbled and almost fell off Higashiyohira's back.

Dongyangping could only increase the intensity of the magnetic field and then move to another location.

"No... add it little by little, don't add so much at once... huff—buff—"

Yuki Tsukumo gave an apologetic smile: "Haha, sorry, sorry. Would you like me to lighten the load a bit?"

"No need! 3862..."

Dong Yangping is not only training his physical body, but also his control over magnetic fields.

Otherwise, given their immense mass and Dongyang Ping's terrifying body density and strength, it would be impossible.

This place has been a deep pit for a long time!

"3864...3865...3866..."

Dong Yangping's breathing became heavier and heavier, but the rhythm remained steady.

With each push-up, you could see the surging of his back muscles—those muscles seemed alive, running down from his shoulder blades, along both sides of his spine, all the way to his waist and abdomen.

Every fiber is working hard, and every inch of skin is trembling slightly.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks and hit the floor with a soft pattering sound.

Yuki Tsukumo suddenly said, "Why are you so obsessed with getting stronger? Ever since I met you, you've been getting stronger, as if something is chasing you..."

That's true. Dongyang Ping's current strength is at least at the Special Grade level.

In the final burst of power during the previous siege of Lu Suo, which was the state of oneness with heaven and man that Dong Yangping mentioned, it completely overwhelmed the special-grade.

But Dong Yangping was still eager to become stronger, which puzzled Jiujiu Yuki.

Dongyang Ping took a deep breath and stopped: "Do I need a reason to become stronger? Training is addictive."

"Watching yourself slowly grow stronger day by day, that exhilarating feeling, the sense of seeing tangible results!"

"This is so exciting!"

Actually, there was an even more direct reason—he wanted to live.

I want to live longer!

After all, the future will be an era where many powerful people emerge, and the top-tier ones will not be enough, not to mention that aliens will come later.

Tsukumo Yuki nodded in understanding, after all, it was quite rare to do something that could get positive feedback all the time.

Tsukumo Yuki sighed, looking at the three fingers poking at both sides of Higashiyohei's spine.

Each of those three fingers was imbued with the power of her spell—imaginary mass.

As for its mass, it was so large that she didn't even know how many tons it weighed.

"3870".

Dong Yangping announced the number, then pushed himself up with his arms and sprang up from the ground.

Yuki jumped off his back, landing lightly like a cat.

"Not bad." Dong Yangping stretched his shoulders. "Next time, add four fingers."

Tsukumo Yuki rolled her eyes.

"Do you think I'm a crane? I'm about to break my fingers."

Dongyang Ping smiled.

"You call that 'severing'? I think you're enjoying it."

"Enjoy my ass."

Tsukumo Yuki shook her hand; those three fingers were indeed a little red.

Although her spells can give objects virtual mass, maintaining high-intensity output for a long time also consumes a lot of her spell power.

Dongyang Ping was about to say something when he suddenly turned his head.

Outside the courtyard gate, a small figure was peeking inside cautiously.

It is a favor.

He was leaning against the door frame, only half his face showing, his dark eyes staring at Dong Yangping.

"Hui?" Dongyang Ping beckoned, "Come in."

Hui hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the door and jogged in.

Behind him, Xiang Nai Hui Hui followed, carrying a vegetable basket.

"Mr. Dongyang, Miss Youji." She bowed slightly. "We heard some noise over here and came to check."

Dong Yangping looked down at his feet—the deep pit he had smashed.

The wooden floor had a large hole, and you could see the soil underneath.

"Sorry, Sister Huihui." He scratched his head, "I've broken it again."

Xiang Naihui smiled.

"It's alright, we can just find someone to fix it. It's not a big deal. Treat this place like home."

Xiang Naihui was already used to it; the floor had been repaired at least ten times, and she was used to it.

Although I've gotten used to it, I'm still surprised every time.

Xiang Naihui looked at the pit, then at Dongyang Ping.

"You guys keep practicing, I'll go prepare lunch. I bought some fresh beef today, I'll make curry for you."

"Thank you, Sister Huihui." Tsukumo Yuki's eyes lit up. "Add more meat!"

"it is good."

Xiang Naihui turned around and walked outside.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped.

"By the way, Mr. Dongyang."

"Um?"

"Do you know where Shen'er went again? I just called him and we were talking fine, then he suddenly hung up, and I can't get through when I call back."

Dong Yangping was stunned for a moment, quite surprised. How could this doting husband hang up on Xiang Naihui?

Has the sun risen in the west?

Or do you just not want to work here anymore?

Dong Yangping could only vaguely reply, "He's been out delivering goods lately."

"There might be something important, but don't worry, Shen'er is very strong, it shouldn't be anything serious, he can handle it even if something happens."

Dong Yangping knew in his heart that Shen Er had gone to accept a mission, which was usually a killing mission, and that he might have been interrupted.

I estimate they'll call it back soon.

As for whether Shen'er will encounter any accidents?

Haha, you were eating vegetarian food with the tyrant that day.

The worry in Xiang Naihui's eyes lessened somewhat; she knew just how capable her husband was.

But Xiang Naihui was still a little flustered.

Dong Yangping said seriously, "I'll make a call later to ask about the situation and have him call you back."

"Okay, thank you, Dongyang-kun."

Xiang Naihui smiled and left.

The courtyard fell silent.