Curse Returns, a gamble from the start, I awaken dual spells

The waves crashed onto the beach, leaving a layer of white foam before receding.

The distant sea was tinged with gray-blue by the twilight, and several seabirds circled low in the air, their cries torn apart by the wind.

The man squatted on a rock, elbows propped on his knees, his eyes fixed on the sand licked repeatedly by the tide.

"A top-grade cursed artifact, the six fingers of Ryomen Sukuna."

"Top-grade cursed item, the Nine Phases of the Cursed Embryo Diagram, Part Three."

"Although we got them all, this was far too dangerous. I never expected Hua Yu to die." He slumped his shoulders, as if he were talking about something that didn't concern him much.

"I really like her."

Louhu stood on the beach, his face filled with a sense of loss.

The sound of the waves filled the silence.

"How did our plan get exposed?"

Juan Suo was still wearing his monk's robe, lying on the beach chair, but his complexion was not good.

"The temples, shrines, and Buddhist halls within the high school are almost entirely non-real; the Tengen barrier changes their locations every day."

"Of all the doors in the warehouse, only one contains a top-grade cursed item, and only Tengen knows which door leads to the item on that day."

"Under such circumstances, why was it still exposed?"

"This doesn't seem like a coincidence. Someone must have guessed something." The water clock finally spoke, and wisps of black smoke spilled out from the cracks at the top of the volcano.

"Water clock, don't be sad. At least we completed our mission, right? Although I almost died there too."

The real man jumped off the reef and said with a relaxed expression.

"Yes, Hanami is dead, there's nothing more to say, but—"

The water clock suddenly looked up, and thick smoke billowed from the crater above it. "Those brats who killed Hua Yu, I will personally deal with them!"

"I object! Rito-chan has to stay with me!" Masato immediately protested.

Suddenly, Juan Suo stood up from the beach chair. He looked at the distant horizon, his tightly furrowed brows still furrowed.

"Although the mission was successful, Gojo Satoru has already become suspicious of my identity."

"Even if we use the prison gates to keep him out, it probably won't be enough. We need to think of another way."

Louhu frowned deeply, recalling the scene where he was almost killed by Gojo Satoru last time.

"Gojo Satoru... is indeed a problem."

"Oh? Who is Tianyuan?" The master turned around and asked.

"A sorcerer with the art of immortality," Roll replied.

"An immortality technique? Who's stronger, Gojo Satoru or Gojo Satoru?" Louhu asked reflexively upon hearing the name Gojo Satoru.

Juan Suo gently shook his head. "He is immortal, not ageless. Just treat him like an ordinary tree."

"Moreover, Tianyuan only controls the barrier and hardly interferes with the real world, so there is no need to pay special attention to it."

Upon hearing this, the water clock instantly lost interest and fell silent once more.

"No matter what, the plan must continue; we can't let Hua Yu's death be in vain."

As if he had thought of something, his furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"I hope your plan works, but I'd prefer Su Nuo to be resurrected directly, so we don't have to waste so much effort," Louhu said.

"Anything is fine, I still prefer my Rito-chan. I really look forward to seeing him again." Masato simply sat on the beach, his face full of longing.

"Don't worry, it will succeed." Juan Su's lips curled up slightly, and he didn't say anything more.

......

High School of Spellcasting, Conference Room.

"Next, let's talk about casualties..."

Ijichi stood in the center of the conference room, holding a report in his hand, describing the impact of the exchange meeting on the invasion of the cursed spirit.

"Three level-two sorcerers, one near-level-one sorcerer, five assistant supervisors, and two warehouse guards. These are all sorcerers on standby at the high school, and none of them are with Mr. Gojo and Principal Nightmoth."

"These are just general outlines. We'll have to wait for Ms. Ieiri's report for more details, but it's almost certain that it was caused by the cursed spirit that Rito encountered before."

"Report complete." Iji put away the report, bowed to everyone, and then stepped aside.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru sat to the side, somewhat absent-minded.

"Gojo Satoru, are you alright?" The geisha glanced at him and asked with some doubt.

"It's nothing, I just remembered some things." Gojo Satoru waved his hand without offering any further explanation.

At this moment, his mind was filled with the scene from the cursed artifact warehouse.

The cursed spirits were almost endless, and all their attacks were directed at him.

Aside from Xia Youjie's spell manipulation technique, he couldn't think of any other possibility.

But Xia Youjie died a long time ago, so what's going on now?

Countless questions swirled in Gojo Satoru's mind, making him extremely irritable.

Seeing that Gojo Satoru seemed preoccupied, the geisha didn't press him further and focused on the immediate matter at hand.

"Should we tell the students and other sorcerers about this?"

"No!" Leyan Temple said in a deep voice.

"Just report this to the higher-ups, don't spread it around. This matter involves a curse master and the loss of a top-grade cursed artifact, it's not appropriate for outsiders to know," Moth added, stroking her chin.

"By the way, what did the curse master we captured confess?" Night Moth looked up at Ijichi.

After breaking through the veil and entering the high school, Gojo Satoru casually subdued a curse master.

They originally intended to resolve the matter directly, but after being reminded by Leyan Temple, they only broke his limbs and spared his life.

"This..." Iji looked at the document in his hand, his tone hesitant: "Although he opened up, he wasn't very tight-lipped, but he always talked nonsense and never got to the point."

He said that regarding the attack, he was merely carrying out orders on a transactional basis.

"As for who issued the order, he wasn't quite sure, only that it was a little white-haired child."

"A little kid? Not even daring to show her true face? This is a bit troublesome." The songstress frowned, feeling at a loss for what to do.

"A white-haired brat of unknown gender? Do you have any clues?" Mingming turned her head and looked at Gojo Satoru sitting next to her.

"No~ no~" Gojo Satoru noticed that the songstress was still looking at him, and suddenly stretched. "Maybe he's just talking nonsense."

Upon hearing this, the songstress spoke up, "Why can cursed spirits and outsiders pass through Lord Tianyuan's barrier? This doesn't make sense."

"It must have been the cursed spirit that was exorcised by the Fukuro shikigami," Gojo Satoru said. "Although it is a cursed spirit, it is very close to a spirit. According to Rito, it can also wrap its body in plants. Tengen's barrier seems to be ineffective against plants."

"However—" Moth looked around, her tone suddenly becoming heavy, "What is certain is that if there were no traitors within the college, the cursed spirit could not have infiltrated so easily."

"What we need to figure out most now is who the spy is."

The atmosphere in the meeting room instantly turned heavy upon hearing this.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one said a word.

"In short, thankfully the students are all safe and sound."

"Among them, Sato Rihito from your vocational high school has performed exceptionally well, and she might even become a top-tier student in the future."

When the name Li Ren was mentioned, everyone nodded slightly in unison.

Even the stubborn faction of Rakuenji had to acknowledge Rin's talent.

"Let's leave this matter at that for now and investigate it further later. However, this exchange meeting will definitely have to be canceled."

"Wait, shouldn't this be a decision we make?" Gojo Satoru immediately retorted.

"Do you have some ideas?" The songstress looked at him suspiciously.

"Haha, you guys found out." Gojo Satoru scratched his head, looking embarrassed.

"Let's hold a special exchange meeting!"