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

He looked down at his hands clasped together on his cane, then he looked up, his cloudy eyes revealing a rare solemnity.

"I'm sorry, Chairman Duanmu, but I've been keeping something from you for several years now, and I think it's time for me to confess."

Duanmu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly. He knew Leyan Temple well; he always left room for maneuver in his words.

The secret that made him come to confess must be something significant.

He couldn't help but straighten up, his fingers interlaced on the table: "What is it?"

Instead of answering directly, Leyan Temple asked, "I heard that you have an adopted daughter, one of the twin sisters from the Zen temple family."

"Indeed, Maki and Zhenyi."

"Then you must also know about Heaven and Curse."

Upon hearing this word, Duanmu Yan already had a direction in mind.

The secret that had made this old man stammer for years, the curse of heaven... he could roughly guess what it was.

It must be that lovelorn person.

Then he said, "The type of Heaven and Curse that people usually think of is like the sorcerer assassin Fuhesh, who has no curse power in his body but whose physical body is extremely enhanced."

"But according to records, the Heavenly Curse is not just this one type; it is more like sacrificing one aspect to greatly enhance another..."

"In other words, there are also situations where Heaven and Curse can involve sacrificing one's physical body in exchange for immense curse power."

He raised his eyes and looked directly at Leyan Temple. "I think the situation you want to tell me is the latter."

Leyan Temple did not answer; he simply nodded slowly, a hint of guilt flashing in his cloudy eyes.

Five years ago, I rescued a child. His name was Yu Xingji.

"That child is a curse from heaven. He sacrificed all his physical strength in exchange for immense magical power. His technique is called 'Puppet Manipulation Technique,' and its range is enough to cover the entire Japanese mainland."

"But as a price, his body is extremely fragile... He was born without a right hand and has no sensation below the waist; even moonlight shining on his skin can cause burns."

Duanmu Yan leaned back in his chair, listening to the old man's story.

He certainly remembered the name Yukichi. One of the most tragic and heartbreaking characters in Jujutsu Kaisen.

Despite liking Miwa Kasumi, who is in the same grade, he can only stay by her side as a mechanical puppet. In the end, he chooses to cooperate with the Special Grade Spell Spirit Master.

At the same time, he also wanted to eliminate these top-tier cursed spirits.

Unfortunately, even with 17 years of stored curse power, it was still no match for a top-tier natural disaster curse spirit.

He didn't even say "I like you" at the very end.

“Let’s go see him.” He put down his teacup and stood up. “Maybe I have a way.”

……

Kyoto High School of Curses.

Duanmu Yan followed Leyan Temple through the school gate, and as soon as they turned into the corridor of the teaching building, they bumped into two acquaintances.

Kusakabe was leaning against the window, a cigarette dangling from his hand. When he saw Duanmu Yan, he straightened up and immediately greeted him, "Hello, Chairman."

The songstress emerged from another corner carrying a stack of lesson plans. Her first reaction upon seeing Duanmu Yan was not to greet him, but to cautiously look left and right behind him, making sure he was sure before asking carefully, "That scumbag Gojo Satoru didn't come with you, did he?"

Duanmu Yan smiled and shook his head: "He didn't come."

The songstress let out a long breath, relaxing from her tense posture, and patted her chest. "That's great. Otherwise, I would definitely have been angered to the point of shortening my lifespan by that scumbag."

She tucked the lesson plan under her other arm and tilted her head to look at Duanmu Yan. "By the way, what are you doing in Kyoto? The chairman of the Federation came all the way here in person. Don't tell me you're here for sightseeing."

"I heard there's a badly injured child here, so I came to check on him."

The songstress's expression immediately softened, and her tone became tinged with heartache: "That child is truly pitiful. He is so talented, yet he can only stay in that kind of place."

Duanmu Yan raised an eyebrow at her, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "Oh? You know about that child too. But why didn't you report it? He's a sorcerer outside the Federation's system."

"Could it be that, Miss Soprano, you harbor treasonous intentions?"

The songstress's face froze instantly.

She's plotting a rebellion? Is it true or false?

She, someone who had been mocked countless times by Gojo Satoru as the "weakest level," was going to fight against Duanmu Yan, Gojo Satoru, Xia Youjie, and the entire Federation.

"No... I, no... I didn't..."

The songstress spoke more and more urgently, and the more urgent she became, the less fluent she became.

Duanmu Yan admired her almost tearful expression for two seconds, then finally had a change of heart: "Just kidding."

No wonder Wu loves teasing the songstress so much, it's really fun.

The songstress glared at him, picked up her lesson plan, turned and left, muttering to herself, "Spending too much time with Gojo Satoru really turns you into a scumbag."

Leyan Temple watched his student's retreating figure, sighed, and tapped the floor with his cane: "In that case, let's go take a look."

The basement of Kyoto College is hidden deep inside the teaching building.

As soon as the door to Leyan Temple was opened, a pungent medicinal smell wafted out.

Duanmu Yan was very familiar with this smell; it was very similar to the smell that permeated the glass ward all year round.

The room was dark, with no lights on; darkness enveloped everything like a thick curtain.

The only source of light was a bathtub-like container in the corner, filled with some kind of life-sustaining liquid.

A boy covered in bandages leaned against the wall inside. He didn't turn around when he heard the door open. He exuded an aura of death.

Leyan Temple said in a low voice from the side, "Please forgive me, Chairman Duanmu, even human-made light can burn this child's skin."

Duanmu Yan shook his head: "It's alright."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a cluster of golden flames lit up in the darkness.

Flames hovered in the center of the room, illuminating the entire basement.

Kokichi instinctively shrank back, then froze, because the light shining on his skin didn't hurt.

Duanmu Yan walked to the bathtub and looked down at the boy whose body was wrapped in bandages.

He looked at the child for a while, then turned to Leyan Temple: "This child's injury is indeed very serious. But I can heal him. However, it can only be temporary."

Chapter 184 with Singi

Le Yansi stepped forward, his aged voice trembling with barely suppressed emotion: "Chairman Duanmu, are you telling the truth? This child, can he really be saved?"

Duanmu Yan nodded: "It can be cured."

Kokichi was leaning against the edge of the bathtub when he heard these words and he seemed to freeze.

He slowly raised his head, his face covered in bandages, revealing only his eyes.

Those eyes, having spent too long in the darkness, trembled slightly in the light of the golden flames.

His lips moved a few times, but his voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

"……Really."

Leyan Temple turned around, straightening his hunched back a little.

"Yu Xingji, did you hear that? Chairman Duanmu said he can cure it."

Duanmu Yan coughed lightly, looked at Yu Xingji, and said in a calm tone: "I haven't finished speaking yet. I said it's temporary because the only method I can use is to inject my own curse power into your body. Once the curse power left in your body is exhausted, I will no longer be able to protect you from the scorching of the moonlight and lamplight."

Leyan Temple frowned slightly and subconsciously asked, "Chairman Duanmu, what do you mean by that..."

Duanmu Yan replied, "It means exactly what it says. I need to replenish my magical power every now and then."

His magical power was unique.

As a person favored by nature, even the power of his emanations will be blessed by nature.

In addition, the Nava Armor's own purifying flames can burn away all evil spirits while also nurturing all pure things.

The combination of these two factors is enough to allow the child to live a normal life while the curse power persists.

Leyan Temple took half a step forward, leaning on his cane: "So, how long can one session last?"

"About a month. They have to come to me every month to replenish their magical power."

Duanmu Yan raised his head and looked at Leyan Temple. "In other words, I'll have to trouble you to bring him to Tokyo once a month, or I can come over when I have time."

Le Yansi slammed his cane on the ground, his hunched back bent, and his voice was almost pleading: "Chairman Duanmu, I have never asked anyone for help in my life. I'm entrusting this matter to you."

"No need for your request. After all, I've seen it all, so naturally I won't just stand by and do nothing."

After Duanmu Yan finished speaking, he walked to the bathtub.

Yukichi looked up at him, and in those eyes that had always been shrouded in darkness, there were spots of golden flame. There was expectation, but more than that, there was a fear of expectation, for fear of being disappointed again.

Duanmu Yan reached out and gently placed his hand on the top of his head.

A surge of powerful magical energy erupted from his palm, and countless warm golden flames transformed into tiny specks of light, falling from Duanmu Yan's fingertips like fireflies and gently seeping into Yu Xingji's body.

Yukichi shuddered as he felt the cursed power spreading through his body, warm and vast, like being pulled out of icy deep water and wrapped in a sun-dried quilt.

Then he froze. The immense magical power he had gained by sacrificing all his physical strength was only one-third of what the person in front of him possessed.

How gentle and strong this person must be!

After a moment, Duanmu Yan lowered his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "That's about it."

Kokichi looked down at his hands, then braced himself against the edge of the bathtub and slowly stood up. Large patches of bandages fell off his body, soaking in the medicinal solution and sinking to the bottom.

Duanmu Yan looked him up and down and nodded: "You're not bad looking, you could be called a handsome young man. But I really can't restore your arm. But since you have puppet manipulation skills, it shouldn't be difficult for you to make a mechanical arm yourself."

He nodded blankly to Kokichi.

He was able to stand up again, and his skin recovered.

"I... can stand up now."

Leyan Temple's hand holding the cane trembled slightly. He turned to look at Duanmu Yan, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement: "How did you do that? You even restored the permanent damage that had already occurred?"

"Because I used the Reversal Technique while using the Purifying Flame," Duanmu Yan replied.

"But the reversal technique should be ineffective against permanent old wounds. I also had Miss Iori examine the child, and the conclusion was that it was incurable."

Duanmu Yan smiled slightly, and a ball of white magical energy lit up in his palm. The outer layer of the magical energy was wrapped with a faint golden edge, and the light was softer and warmer than that of ordinary reversal spells.