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

He turned to look at his two other first-year classmates.

Wild Rose waved to him readily and stood next to Fushiguro Megumi: "I'll go with Fushiguro, you can go with the big guy, his physique is a perfect match for you."

Megumi Fushiguro stood silently beside the wild rose, his expression as indifferent as ever, even though he wished his teammate was Itadori.

Itadori turned to look at Toudou Aoi, grinned, and held out his fist: "Alright, brother, let's go together."

Dongtang Aoi's pupils dilated suddenly, and two streams of hot tears flowed down her cheeks again without warning. She solemnly touched them with her fist.

"Brother, let's win first place together this time!"

Chapter 243 is actually targeting Duanmu Yan?

As the young students disappeared into the depths of the ruins in twos and threes, Duanmu Yan leaned against the fence at the entrance, his gaze still fixed on the direction they had gone.

He couldn't help but recall his exchange meeting years ago, when he was full of vigor, dominating the opponent and chasing them around.

That was a wonderful time.

Gojo Satoru was unusually quiet for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly, clearly recalling the same period of time.

Back when the three of them were at the exchange meeting, their opponents were only at level two at most, which was a complete dimensional reduction attack.

The two spoke almost simultaneously, uttering the exact same words: "It's so good to be young."

Rakuganji Yoshinobu stood to the side, leaning on his cane, and gave them a blank, expressionless look.

Is it really appropriate for two guys under thirty to lament that they're old in front of a man nearing eighty?

He cleared his throat and said, "Chairman, please forgive my poor health; I cannot stay here for three more days. I must go back now."

Duanmu Yan immediately withdrew his gaze and said seriously, "It's only right. I've already arranged for other first-level sorcerers to come here for shifts. You should go back and get some rest. Don't handle too many affairs normally. If you ruin your health, it will be a great loss to the world of sorcery."

Yoshinobu Rakuganji nodded, his tone filled with sincere gratitude: "Then I thank you for your concern, Chairman."

He turned and left, leaning on his cane, and couldn't help but sigh again.

This is what a qualified leader is like: someone who cares about the actual situation of veteran comrades, knows how to assign people to take turns on duty, and knows how to persuade them to reduce their workload.

Think back to the old council of elders, how they were stingy with funding, giving only a pittance, and forcing these elderly people to attend endless meetings every day, it was pure torture.

Reform is good; he wholeheartedly supports reform.

As Leyan Temple sighed, he walked towards the parking lot with lighter, quicker steps than when he arrived.

Gojo Satoru watched the old man's figure disappear around the corner, then stretched out with a big yawn, his bones cracking as he said, "I'll be going now. Duanmu, I'll leave this place to you."

Making him stare at a screen in this desolate wilderness for three days is the ultimate form of torture.

Before the words had even finished, he had already teleported away, leaving only a few leaves swirling in place, whipped up by the blast wave.

Duanmu Yan watched the last bystander leave and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The reason he personally came to oversee this exchange meeting was partly because he valued the first event after the reforms, but on the other hand, he also wanted to take the opportunity to rest.

The association's affairs were piling up, and Ijichi was constantly chasing after him, asking him to stamp documents. He hadn't finished reading a comic book in a long time.

He snapped his fingers, and a beach chair, a parasol, and hundreds of neatly stacked comic books appeared out of thin air on the open ground beside him.

The sun was shining brightly, the breeze was gentle, and the occasional low-level cursed spirits could be heard in the distance. Compared to the endless ringing of the telephone and knocking on the door in the Federation's office, this place was simply paradise.

He had just lay down on the beach chair and opened the first page of his first comic book when a familiar magical force suddenly appeared beside him without warning.

He turned his head to look. Kaori Itadori's gentle and harmless smiling face peeked out from under the shade of a tree not far away, greeting him in a friendly manner.

Duanmu Yan had no choice but to sit up again and turn the comic book face down on the beach chair.

He didn't immediately adopt a fighting stance, but said with a hint of helplessness, "Honestly, I was just thinking of taking a break when someone comes to disturb me."

"I didn't expect you to dare show your face in front of me. Aren't you afraid of being caught?"

"Of course I'm scared, after all, you're the strongest in the modern era." (The rest of the text appears to be a fragment and doesn't form a coherent sentence or paragraph.)

"However, I am not here today to fight you. I want to invite you to another bet with me."

Duanmu Yan raised an eyebrow with some curiosity and asked, "Oh, what do you want to bet with me on?"

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Duanmu Yan remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was already complaining.

Isn't it because you didn't dare to snatch the fingers from me that you went to such lengths to bring Hisahito Itsuki to us, confident that we would feed him the fingers one by one?

Now you're making it sound like we're begging you for your fingers. Collecting fingers, huh?

"Is it only what you have? What about your spirit friends? They should have some in stock too."

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However, having lived for over a thousand years, she didn't even flinch at such a minor ripple and quickly changed the subject.

“That’s none of my business. But I can tell you definitively that I have six fingers on my hand. If you accept this bet, they’re all yours.”

Duanmu Yan stared at her thoughtfully for a few seconds, then leaned forward slightly: "Tell me, which helpers have you found this time?"

"This is a secret that cannot be told." (The rest of the text appears to be a fragment and doesn't form a coherent sentence or paragraph.)

"Please come with me to a place first."

After saying that, she formed a hand seal and used an anti-gravity spell to lift Itadori Kaori's body, sending her flying towards a certain direction outside the ruins.

Duanmu Yan stood there and watched the figure disappear into the horizon, without immediately following.

He knew very well that the agreement between the two sides was not as good as that between the two sides.

This woman has lived for over a thousand years, and her greatest skill is setting up schemes in the shadows.

He knew better than anyone the method she used to seal Gojo Satoru in the original work.

But he was indeed very interested in the bet.

He wanted to know the reason behind the nightmare, the final outcome of the job search, the empty promises, and the empty folds.

It's been a long time since he's really let loose and fought a real match.

As for the prison gate, that thing is useless to him.

Even if it's just a matter of 髡娴纳バ牟】竦浆阉窃缫鸦医母改刚倩降矫比埃膊换盛淘ツ呐乱幻搉�

Because he didn't have any feelings for those two people to begin with.

Those who truly cared for him were all alive and well at that moment. All he needed to do was ensure the safety of those behind him before he left.

He took out his phone and sent the same message to both Wu Tiaowu and Xia Youjie: "I have to leave for a while, please let me know."

After sending the message, he put his phone back in his pocket and summoned a whirlwind of emerald green.

The wind element carried him toward the mirage.

I'm really looking forward to it! It's so exciting!

Chapter 244 I will collect six fingers all by myself!

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She sensed the immense magical power approaching steadily behind her and nodded slightly.

She wasn't surprised at all that Duanmu Yan would follow.

Because she knows these people too well.

In her thousand-year life, she had seen Su Nuo, the Six-Eyed Ones of all ages, and countless powerful figures who stood at the pinnacle of their eras.

These people all share one common trait: pride.

No matter how gentle and humble they appear on a daily basis, their absolute self-confidence is impossible to hide.

And this pride was the real reason for his defeat.

She was flounder, her body twisted and turned, her body trembling with fear.

The two soon arrived at the edge of a city.

This place is similar to Kinugawa; it is also an abandoned city, although there are still some scattered residents living there.

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“Chairman Duanmu, I have placed all six fingers of my hand inside the barrier, and there are several ancient sorcerers waiting for you inside. If you can defeat them, these fingers will all be yours.”

Duanmu Yan looked up at the barrier that enveloped the city.

With just one glance, he sensed something unusual.

As a being blessed by nature, he could clearly perceive whether anything was good or evil to him, and the barrier in front of him exuded a malice so intense that it was almost tangible.

There's a ghost, there's definitely a ghost.

The gap between the epiphyses and the inlaid mortise marks the end of the mortise.

However, this was to be expected. If she hadn't made any moves, Duanmu Yan would have been even more wary, suspecting that she might be plotting something bigger behind the scenes.

Seeing that Duanmu Yan hesitated to take a step, the man hesitated for a moment, then suddenly stopped and looked away.

Duanmu Yan turned his head, looking at her with a half-smile: "You're a novice, aren't you? You're a doctor, aren't you? You're a novice, aren't you?"

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As she spoke, she took small, quick steps, preparing to make her escape.

Duanmu Yan stretched out her hand, and a huge wind blade grazed the hem of her clothes, cutting a deep trench in the ground in front of her.

"You can't go."

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If I had been hit just now, that wouldn't have been good.

She turned her head, forcing a smile: "Hahaha, Chairman Duanmu, do I look like the kind of person who would trip someone up? Isn't that just nonsense?"

Duanmu Yan nodded very seriously: "You are like that. You are that kind of person."

"Chairman Duanmu, you...you must be joking, hahaha."

Duanmu Yan pointed to the barrier: "If you're not trying to be clever, then go in yourself. Go in now."