Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

"Okay, go ahead." Gojo Satoru re-bandaged his bandages, and the aggrieved and frustrated expression on his face had quietly disappeared, replaced by a calm demeanor rarely seen on students. "Be careful on the road."

“The teacher too.” Yi Gu straightened up. “Contact me anytime if there are any new developments.”

Gojou nodded, and Otsuko also turned and left.

Gojo Satoru stood alone, watching Otsukoshi's figure gradually disappear into the distance, his expression slowly returning to its usual calm and composure.

He raised his head, gazing at the ever-changing horizon in the distance, a faint light flickering in the depths of his eyes.

It had gotten completely dark.

The battlefield lighting equipment gradually came on, and the logistics personnel were still busy.

The beeping of the spell power detectors rose and fell, some people were reporting the situation to headquarters via communicators, and others were discussing something in hushed tones.

Nanami Kento passed by not far away and saw Gojo Satoru standing alone. He walked over and asked, "Aren't you going back yet?"

"Let's wait a little longer," Gojo Satoru said.

Nanami didn't ask any further questions, nodded, and left.

Mingming happened to walk over from another direction, holding a tablet computer that displayed a heat map of the battlefield's magical energy.

“Wutiao, the data for the western area is a bit strange. Would you like to come and take a look?” she called out.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his gaze and walked towards Mingming.

The present era may appear to be merely a place of undercurrents, but in reality, it is fraught with crises.

Tengen is facing the potential threat of accelerated evolution after assimilation failure and unpredictable variables. Once his rationality is completely devoured, it is unknown how Tengen will cope with the loss of his human form.

And those rescued cursed spirits, once they regroup and return, will cause even more incalculable destruction than they have today.

And then there's that cunning, unassuming strategist...

These unsettling factors combined to make the whole world seem like a pot of water about to boil over.

As for Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer who has been thrust into the spotlight, there are really only a few things he can do.

He did everything in his power to protect those he wanted to protect.

He must uphold the bottom lines that a teacher must adhere to.

That's it.

As for the remaining undercurrents and whirlpools, we can only place our hopes on the group of young students who are growing up step by step behind us.

As Gojo Satoru walked, he pondered, a slight smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

Those little devils...

Although they may be a bit disrespectful in their speech, they're all incredibly reliable when it really matters...

Yuto parked his car in front of his house in Kyoto, got out, locked the door, and carried a convenience store paper bag containing a few things he had just bought from a roadside supermarket.

Upon entering the foyer, Qiong was nestled on the living room sofa, reading a book.

Her long, milky-white hair cascaded over her shoulders. She wore a loose, light gray loungewear set and walked barefoot on a plush carpet, her toes slightly curled.

Hearing the door open, she only lifted her eyelids slightly, her reddish-brown eyes sweeping over before returning to the pages of her book.

"came back?"

"Hmm." Yuuto changed his shoes, took a carton of strawberry milk from the paper bag and put it on the coffee table, then took out two rice balls and a small bag of snacks and placed them next to him. "I bought these for you from the convenience store I passed by."

Qiong's gaze lingered on the strawberry milk for a moment before returning to the pages of her book.

The corners of her mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, then she pressed them back down.

"……snort."

Yu Ren took off his coat and draped it over the sofa armrest, unbuttoned his cuffs, and rolled up his sleeves to his forearms.

Then walk through the hallway and push open the door to the study.

The study was small, with an entire bookshelf on the east wall, crammed together with miscellaneous historical and literary works, documents from the world of magic, and loose mission reports. Some books were even lying horizontally on their spines.

Youren sat down, leaned back in his chair, then took out a pack of cigarettes, twirled it in his hand, looked at it, and put it back.

Yuuto processed the intelligence first. He pulled out a stack of documents from the bottom of the drawer, which were reports compiled by Kyoto over the past two days.

The paper still carried the warmth of the printer, the black ink reflecting faintly in the twilight. He turned to the first page and scanned it line by line.

In the past week, the frequency of intelligent spirits appearing in Japan has increased by 30%.

Especially for individuals whose grades range from Level 1 to Special Level, the growth curve has exceeded the normal fluctuation range.

Some cursed spirits that had never been registered suddenly appeared in various places, some even seemingly appearing out of thin air.

There must be someone pulling the strings behind this.

Yu Ren circled several abnormal data points with a red pen, then wrote two words on the file's title page:

"Brains".

Pressing the pen tip firmly leaves a slight indentation on the paper.

He stared at those two words for a while, countless fragments flashing through his mind.

The plot of the original work, the events I experienced in this world, the difficulties and joys I encountered, and the unique circumstances I faced in the story all contributed to my understanding of the world.

He closed the file and pushed it to the corner of the table.

Then comes the integral.

He opened the system panel, and a platinum number flashed in his field of vision. A five-digit number.

Killing a real person earns you 20,000 points, and the points for the cursed spirits controlled by the Spirit Controlling General who die in battle are also counted, amounting to several thousand.

Including the cursed spirit that was affected by Su Nuo's finger and became a special-grade one recently, that's another 20,000.

In addition to the miscellaneous income from recently eliminating level one and level two cursed spirits, the total amount exceeds 50,000.

50,000 points can be exchanged for quite a few things.

He clicked into the store, swiped his finger in the air, and slid all the way to the Eight Extraordinary Skills section.

Divine Craftsmanship, Beginner Level, 10,000 points.

He pressed the redemption button.

An invisible stream of information poured into his mind—it was as if a pair of hands were flipping through a book in his brain, quickly reviewing countless blueprints, runes, and refining incantations, and finally sinking into the depths of his consciousness, becoming an innate instinct.

He could feel his fingertips slightly burning, as if something was flowing under his skin. The feeling was fleeting, but it left behind a certain inexplicable certainty.

The initial stage of Divine Refinement is roughly equivalent to Ma Xianhong's level in the original work.

The Divine Craftsmanship is one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, which was comprehended by Ma Ben, one of the Thirty-Six Thieves.

It pushed the art of weapon crafting to unprecedented heights, breaking through the limitations of traditional weapon crafting in terms of time and materials.

What traditional weapon refiners take years or even decades to forge, Divine Refinement can complete in a few days. The most basic artifact manipulation can be done in just a few seconds.

In the battle of Biyou Village, Ma Xianhong single-handedly fought against several temporary workers and extraordinary masters, relying on this unique skill.

His body was covered in layers of magical artifacts, making his defense extremely strong and difficult for his opponents to break through. He also equipped more than eighty people in the village with low-level magical artifacts, and the efficiency of his large-scale artifact forging was astonishing.

Although the way the Divine Refinement is used will be adjusted after the system is localized, the core refining efficiency will remain unchanged.

Yuuto wiggled his fingers and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

With this, the limitation of Kikuichimonji can finally be resolved.

He's currently using Kikuichimonji, which is derived from the character "魇掷锒崂吹奶、吨渚撸". The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources, and doesn't form coherent sentences. A direct translation isn't meaningful as it's not a meaningful sentence or paragraph.

The Divine Refinement Technique can help him reforge the blade, making it completely his own.

He left the mall and then went back in.

Flowing Cloud Sword. Intermediate tier, 10,000 points, redeemable.

A sharp stream of information poured in again, even more potent than before. It wasn't blueprints or runes, but sword intent.

The insights into swordsmanship flowed into his mind like a clear spring, washing away his original foundation in swordsmanship.

The intermediate-level Flowing Cloud Sword is roughly equivalent to the Grandmaster level in the original work, which is already at the level of a sect leader.

Before the Jia Shen Rebellion, the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique was a major sect on par with the Quanzhen and Shuzi sects, possessing considerable strength. Its unique method of manipulating objects could transform weapons into insulators of Qi, making it impossible for even the Lu family's Ruyi Jin (a powerful energy technique) to be transmitted.

This sword technique specializes in the sword, using Qi to control the sword, achieving a unity of man and sword.

Yuuto has always felt that the Flowing Cloud Sword and the Chrysanthemum Ichimonji are a perfect match. He was already quite proficient with the Flowing Cloud Sword when he first entered the intermediate level. Now that he has advanced to the intermediate level, his sword skills, sword energy, and movement techniques have all improved. He has even mastered the ability to control objects.

He can now control the Kikuichimonji sword he releases with his mind to launch long-range attacks. (Flying sword.)

This concept, placed within the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, seems absurd just to think about.

After checking his abilities, he looked at his remaining points. The 20,000 he earned from killing True Immortals, the few thousand from the Cursed Spirit group, and the 20,000 from the Special Grade Cursed Spirits added up to tens of thousands. After exchanging them for the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements and the Flowing Cloud Sword, he still had quite a bit left.

This influx of points immediately filled Youren's pockets.

He looked at his balance, and the energy that had been depleted by the intense hunting slowly returned.

Money gives people courage, and he's incredibly brave now.

"Brother, dinner's ready." Qiong's voice came from downstairs.

“I’m here,” Yuuto replied.

Chapter 115 The Plan to Cultivate a Great Spell Spirit

Deep in the mountains, hundreds of kilometers from Tokyo, dozens of figures gathered in an abandoned ancient city shrouded in thick fog and barriers.

Even the weakest among them possesses the strength of a level one cursed spirit and has complete intelligence, capable of speaking human language.

Apart from highly intelligent, growth-oriented level one cursed spirits, all the others are top-tier cursed faces.

Some stood against the wall, while others sat on the floor, their low voices echoing in the hall.

The Cursed Spirits Unite.

This is the name by which they are collectively referred to today.

Under the leadership of the Earth Spirit and the Forest Spirit, the Mother Spirit, the Yellow River Spirit and the Forest Spirit Flower ...

Inside the hall, all sorts of cursed spirits crowded this ancient place.