Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

The transfer of power is progressing more smoothly than expected.

After all, the scales of strength have never tipped in one direction. Duanmu Yan holds absolute power in his hands, and the Elders' Council has even lost its last piece of the scale to Gojo Satoru.

None of the elders were spared, including the few sent by the three founding families. Gojo Satoru didn't even spare the old men of his own family, wiping them out completely.

According to him, everything was already decided the moment they chose to stay in the Elders' Council rather than return to their families.

Duanmu Yan understood this; the stubborn old man was difficult to deal with, and Gotō Sō had simply chosen the fastest way.

The current heads of the three founding families—Gojo Satoru, Chosou, and Zenin Naobito—have all expressed their full support for the newly established Jujutsu Masters Association, and the vast majority of members of the oversight system have also chosen to stay.

Contrary to expectations, the world of sorcery did not descend into chaos; on the contrary, lower-level sorcerers breathed a sigh of relief.

No longer are those aggressive old men above me. For a job where you could die at any moment, it's always a good thing to have one less boss who's bossing you around.

Duanmu Yan was elected as the first chairman of the Sorcerers' Association.

A new chapter officially begins on this day.

Late at night, the meeting of the Federation's temporary headquarters was held at the Gojo residence. After chatting with many people, Duanmu Yan leaned against the window sill in the corridor and loosened his collar.

Xia Youjie brought over two cups of coffee, handed one to him, and leaned against the other side of the windowsill.

"Chairman." Xia Youjie repeated the title, a smile playing on his lips. "It sounds quite respectable."

"Stop reading, it hurts." Duanmu Yan took the coffee and gulped it down.

Xia Youjie suddenly spoke up: "You used to say that you wanted to replace the Elders Council, and I thought it would take at least ten years."

Duanmu Yan said, "I thought so too."

“From planning to completion, you only took two years.” Xia Youjie turned to look at him. “What’s next?”

“The federation should be on track beforehand, establishing a solid framework for task allocation and talent development. Then…” Duanmu Yan swirled the remaining coffee in his cup, “and settle any outstanding accounts.”

Xia Youjie nodded; he hadn't forgotten the woman who had ambushed him before, nor the volcano-headed man.

Duanmu Yan gazed out the window. The Sorcerer's Association was still in its infancy, its internal systems needed improvement, and the activities of the cursed spirits were becoming increasingly frequent.

The troubles are far from over. A new order has been established, and the next step is to maintain it.

Chapter 159 Buying Horse Bones with a Thousand Pieces of Gold

July 8, 2009, four days after the Presbyterian Church was destroyed.

As Rakuganji stepped into the teaching building of Tokyo College, the corridor was quiet. Leaning on his cane, he was about to ask someone for directions when he bumped into a young girl with a ponytail at the corner.

"Ah, it's Principal Rakuenji!" Tenniri Riko looked at him, then smiled. "You're here to see Duanmu, right? I'll take you there!"

Leyan Temple glanced at her. Of course he recognized her face. Three years ago, she was the girl who was pushed onto the altar by the conservative faction of the entire sorcery world. Now she was wearing the uniform of the sorcery college, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She looked no different from any ordinary college student.

He didn't know how to deal with her.

Embarrassment and guilt are words too light for someone his age, but he can't find any other words either.

Riko walked ahead, her steps light and quick.

As he reached the second floor, he finally spoke: "Little girl, don't you hate me?"

Riko stopped and looked back at him.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then continued walking forward, her tone very natural: "At first, there might have been a little bit, after all, back then, Principal, you were also one of those who advocated assimilation."

"But I gradually came to understand that Lord Tengen is related to the safety of the entire Japan. His desire for me to assimilate with Lord Tengen is also out of consideration for the greater good."

She turned around, walked backwards down the corridor, rolled up her sleeves to reveal her forearms, and said, "I was prepared to assimilate back then."

Her lips curved into a bright smile, so bright that the sunlight in the corridor seemed superfluous. "It's just that I suddenly ran into him, and them."

Leyan Temple remained silent for a long while, tapped his cane on the floor three times, and then sighed.

"Really? It seems I really am getting old, and my thinking can't keep up with you young people anymore."

Riko shook her head. "Who said you're old! You're still in good health. The world of sorcery can't do without seniors like you... I didn't say that, Duanmu did."

Leyan Temple paused slightly.

He had heard that the relationship between the Star Plasma Body and Duanmu Yan was unusual, and he could tell the attitude of the new chairman from her attitude.

He sided with Duanmu Yan in the hunting scene, but to be honest, he didn't think highly of the young man... He was too impulsive and acted without thinking. Sooner or later, when he hit a wall, he would remember the old guys like them.

He had even mentally prepared himself to be ignored for several years, but now it seems he was overthinking it.

As they talked, they arrived at a very simple door, no different from the other classroom doors, without even a nameplate.

Riko knocked on the door, and before anyone could answer, she pushed it open and cheerfully called out, "Duanmu! Principal Leyan Temple is here!"

There were two people sitting in the room. Duanmu Yan was sitting behind a desk, and opposite him was a long-haired woman in white with her back to the door.

Duanmu Yan nodded to Li Zi: "Thank you for your hard work, Li Zi."

Riko shook her head and stepped out the door: "I'll be going now, bye-bye!"

The woman in white tilted her head slightly, looking towards the doorway, her tone carrying a hint of a smile: "You two have such a good relationship. It seems there was another reason why you saved her back then."

Duanmu Yan blushed, coughed twice, and picked up the teacup on the table to cover his mouth: "We had only known each other for a few days back then, not at all. I just didn't want to see an innocent girl sacrifice herself. The rest is another story... another story."

Leyan Temple entered the room, his gaze falling on the woman in white.

He always felt that this person gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he saw him every day.

He slammed his cane on the ground and frowned as he examined the object closely.

"This is……"

Duanmu Yan spoke first: "You mean this one? She is Tianyuan."

Rakuganji's pupils contracted sharply. He reconfirmed the aura of the curse power, and it was indeed the same as the barrier power that enveloped the entire Japanese kingdom deep within the Hikari Palace.

He hurriedly bowed, holding his cane horizontally in front of him: "Kyoto Higher School Principal Rakuganji Yoshinobu greets Lord Tengen."

Tian Yuan waved her hand, her tone amiable, "No need for such formalities." She turned to Duanmu Yan, "Since you have something to discuss, I'll take my leave now. Can I borrow that little girl for a bit? I haven't explored this world in a long time, you shouldn't mind, right?"

"Of course. I'm sure Riko will be very happy to go shopping with you."

Tianyuan stood up, paused at the door, glanced at the sun-drenched playground outside the window, and then pushed the door open and went out.

After becoming chairman, Duanmu Yan visited the Hongxing Palace. He never expected that the Unchanging Stone he had exchanged from the system would not only free Tianyuan from assimilating with the Star Essence, but also restore her to her state a thousand years ago, giving her back her youthful appearance. Naturally, she was the happiest of all.

Right now, the nightmare is raging, the hexagram is swaying, the wind is blowing, the illness is spreading, and the dream is turning into a nightmare. The dream is fading, the dream is turning into a nightmare, and the dream is turning into a nightmare. The dream is fading, the dream is turning into a nightmare, and the dream is turning into a nightmare. The dream is fading, the dream is turning into a nightmare, and the dream is turning into a nightmare. The dream is fading, the dream is fading ...

The door closed, and the room fell silent. Le Yansi looked at Duanmu Yan: "What brings you here today?"

Duanmu Yan picked up a piece of paper from the table, handed it over, and said with a smile, "Take it, old man. This is the arrangement for you."

Leyan Temple took the paper and looked down at it for a moment.

He had prepared himself to be given a nominal title and retire in peace, but the contents of the document were completely unexpected. Duanmu Yan allowed him to continue serving as the principal of the Kyoto Spellcasting Academy, with no change in authority and no term limit.

He leaned on his cane, his hunched back trembling slightly. He raised his head, his cloudy eyes revealing a scrutinizing look: "Duanmu Yan, what is the meaning of this? If it is just to show the sorcerers the magnanimity of your position as chairman, there is no need for this. If you need me, I will retire and step down, willingly becoming a puppet to stabilize people's hearts. In any case, it will not affect your plans."

Duanmu Yan clapped his hands, stood up from behind his desk, and walked to Leyan Temple. “What are you saying, old man? You’re not one of those old guys who were purged. Besides, you’re still so healthy and useful. Of course I’ll use you for a few more years.”

"A smooth-talking brat."

"Thank you for your compliment." Duanmu Yan nodded without any remorse.

He remembered clearly that eight years later, the old man, leaning on a cane, was still able to achieve remarkable results on the battlefield. His thinking was a bit old-fashioned, but overall, people could still accept his ideas.

Moreover, he does need this senior figure to remain in his position. The younger generation needs someone to guide them, and the prestige of a senior figure like Leyan Temple among the sorcerers is something that he, as the new chairman, cannot replace for the time being.

It's better to keep the old principal, who once stood on the opposite side, than to replace him with an obedient newcomer.

Leyan Temple folded the paper and put it inside his clothes.

He knew he had no choice but to agree; the kid had already gone this far, and if he refused any longer, he'd probably be called an old man all the time.

"Then I'll just have to work a few more years."

Chapter 160 is so boring, let's beat up Sukuna again.

After seeing Leyan Temple off, Duanmu Yan closed the door, sat back behind his desk, and rubbed his temples.

While organizing the list of the Higher Vocational College Treasure Trove these days, I discovered an unpleasant fact: the six Su Nuo fingers sealed in the treasure trove are missing.

The timing was perfect, just before the hunt, and with the addition of the gluttonous and mischievous spirits, the situation became even more chaotic.

"Although I am no longer afraid of Sukuna, it is really annoying to give my things to others without my permission."

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling and talking to himself.

He also has his own pride.

If those fingers were to be given away, it should have been a gift from him to Su Nuo, not something secretly slipped out by a group of dying old men as a bargaining chip.

"I'm so angry, should I give him a beating?"

He took out another Su Nuo finger from the system space; this was the one he had kept for himself.

Since we can't get the one outside back for now, let's beat up the one inside to vent our anger first.

"Where did Wu and Jie go? I haven't seen them all day. Oh well, never mind, let's fight Su Nuo first."

He channeled immense magical power into his fingers, and an excited voice rang out: "Su Nuo, I'm back again!"

Consciousness sank into the raw space inside the finger.

at the same time.

In a supermarket in a Tokyo shopping mall, Xia Youjie was pushing a shopping cart with Nanako and Mimiko sitting inside, reaching for the bear-shaped cookies on the shelf.

Xia Youjie looked down and asked them what they wanted for dinner. Cai Cai Zi said curry, and Mei Mei Zi said omelet rice. After they finished speaking, they looked at each other and said in unison that they wanted both. Xia Youjie smiled and put both ingredients into the car.

A shopping cart sped past at an unnatural high speed, its wheels screeching against the floor.

Xia Youjie looked up, then froze.

Gojo Satoru sat cross-legged in the shopping cart, holding a bunch of dessert boxes in his arms, his sunglasses tilted to his face, using the gravity of the sky to pull a box of limited edition cream puffs from the shelf.

The one pushing the stroller was six-year-old Fushiguro Megumi.

He gripped the stroller handles with both hands, barely taller than the stroller itself, his face clearly saying, "I'm used to it."

The two cars were parked side by side in the snack area.