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

"The armor can't hold up anymore." Duanmu Yan flexed his wrist. "But it's alright..."

Before he could finish speaking, a tremendous force came from behind him.

Fu Heishen had somehow gotten behind him and stomped on his back, sending Duanmu Yan sprawling into the mud.

He struggled to roll to the side, but before he could turn over, Fu Heishen'er had already raised his foot and stomped hard on Duanmu Yan's chest.

"Kid, your armor is quite interesting."

Duanmu Yan spat out a mouthful of blood and foam. He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, as if his internal organs had been crushed by that kick.

Every breath hurt; the air in his chest felt like it was filled with chili water. He stared wide-eyed at Fu Heishen.

With his last bit of strength, Duanmu Yan raised his hand and grasped his ankle.

Fuheshchen glanced down at him, his eyes filled with mockery.

Goodbye, you brat from the vocational college.

He raised the Soul Release Blade, tip pointing downwards, aiming it at Duanmu Yan's left chest, and the blade fell.

puff.

The Soul-Releasing Blade pierced Duanmu Yan's left chest, penetrating his heart. The tip emerged from his back and embedded itself in the stone slab beneath him. Blood gushed from the wound, flowing down the fragments of his armor.

Fuheshner drew his knife, and blood splattered on his trouser leg.

Duanmu Yan's body twitched, then stopped moving. His pupils slowly dilated, and blood gushed from his chest, soaking his clothes and the moss in the cracks of the stone slabs.

Fuheishen flicked the blood off his knife and turned to walk towards the entrance of the mountain path.

He took a few steps, stopped, and looked back at the corpse on the ground.

"...I thought I could play a little longer."

He slung the Soul-Releasing Blade back over his shoulder, lit a cigarette, and the flame reflected on the scar at the corner of his mouth, illuminating half of his languid face.

……

The entrance to the Hongxing Palace is hidden deep within the Yanshan Mountain.

Xia Youjie walked in front, with Tian Lizi following half a step behind him, and Wujiao Wu brought up the rear. Kuroi was left in the high school's lounge, where it was just the three of them.

Gojo Satoru suddenly stopped walking, his feet planted firmly on the stone steps.

"You guys go in first, I'll go upstairs for a bit."

Xia Youjie frowned. "Did something happen to Duanmu?"

Gojo Satoru was silent for two seconds, then nodded his head down.

"That guy's magical power has disappeared."

The leaves on both sides of the stone steps remained still, and the air was still fresh, but Xia Youjie felt as if something had been taken away from him.

He took a step forward, "Then me too..."

"Do not."

Gojo Satoru turned his head back. "Jay, I'll go alone. You take good care of Tenten."

Duanmu...don't die so easily.

Xia Youjie didn't answer. He clenched his right fist, turned around, and punched the rock wall next to him.

"……hateful."

Xia Youjie then remembered that there were other people around him, and explained to Tian Lizi, "It's possible that Duanmu killed the enemy, but accidentally used up all his magical power. We are the strongest."

Upon hearing the explanation, Riko felt as if her throat had been choked, and she couldn't utter a single word.

I just feel a tightness in my chest, a suffocating feeling.

"Let's go... your problem hasn't been resolved yet."

Xia Youjie had already started walking down.

She took a deep breath and followed him.

Please, please don't let anything happen.

……

Gojo Satoru stepped out of the torii gate and looked in the direction where Duanmu Yan had left.

The next second, a short knife pierced his back, going straight through his body.

Gojo Satoru glanced down at the tip of the knife protruding from his abdomen, then turned to look at the middle-aged man behind him.

He was too careless.

"Have we met somewhere before?"

As he spoke, without any restraint, Fu Heishen quickly drew his sword and retreated, inserting it into the mouth of the cursed spirit, and took out a new cursed tool—the Heavenly Reversal Blade.

He twirled the Heavenly Reversal Blade in his hand, the blade reflecting his own eyes.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just like you, I'm not good at remembering men's names."

He came here once many years ago.

He wanted to see what the legendary divine child was like. At that time, Gojo Satoru was still a child, and he had no magical power at all.

But the child, that little devil who wasn't even as tall as his waist, suddenly turned around as he got close.

In that instant, Fuheshchen saw himself reflected in his azure eyes.

This was the first time that a child had noticed him, despite him having no magical powers whatsoever.

From that day on, he knew... if he wanted to kill Gojo Satoru, he couldn't do it head-on.

As it turned out, this was the right thing to do.

"Hey, sir, the bounty for today has ended, and the bounty money has been forfeited."

“I canceled it, you don’t need to be stubborn.” Fuhe Shen’er slung the Soul-Devouring Blade over his shoulder and sneered, “To deal with someone as flawless as you, I specially prepared several fake targets for you. If I hadn’t designed a time limit, I guess you wouldn’t have been able to dispel the spell in the end.”

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket. "I see. What a thorough plan, Uncle."

Fuheishen grinned, "The thought of being able to take down three future Special Grade brats right here in one go... makes me incredibly excited."

Gojou's left hand was gathering incantation power, and a blue light dot was dancing on his fingertip.

Fuheishen bowed, the stone slab beneath his feet cracking silently. "Sorcerers... I hate them the most."

The blue light from Gojo Satoru's fingertips exploded, and Fukuro Jinji's figure disappeared at the same time.

Chapter 77 The Core of Cursed Power

On the mountain.

Blood seeped from the hole in his chest as Duanmu Yan lay on his back.

He was experiencing what weakness felt like, a feeling of everything being drained from his body.

I couldn't lift my fingers, and my heartbeat slowed down, with each beat taking longer than the last, as if I were counting down.

He used his magical power to wrap around the blood vessels around his heart, forcefully slowing down the rate of blood loss, but this wouldn't last long, at most three minutes.

Reversal techniques can transform negative energy into positive energy.

The power of incantations comes from negative emotions. Multiplying negative energy together creates a positive energy that can heal the body.

The principle is simple, but doing it is another matter.

It requires extreme control over negative energy, down to every single strand, and the energy must not be allowed to cancel each other out at the moment they are multiplied.

Is he capable?

"...Yes, you can."

"I did it during that experience in that field."

The Fiery Prison Binds All Evil. At that time, the curses on those villagers were like vines wrapped around their bodies. His domain pushed his control over the curse power to its limit.

He closed his eyes, and the wound on his chest began to heal, shrinking in size.

He opened his eyes, braced himself on the ground, and slowly lifted himself up.

"I have finally mastered the core of magical power!"

"The reversal technique is nothing special."

A system notification sounded in my ear.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, your compatibility with the Nava Armor has increased to 100%.]

……

The entrance to the mountain road is a vocational college.

Gojo Satoru stood in the middle of a ruin. The surrounding trees, torii gates, and stone steps were all gone, torn apart by the gravity of the sky and lifted into the air, then thrown far away like trash.

The area within 30 meters of him was completely clean, with only exposed yellow soil and broken tree roots remaining.

"Surgery sequence... maximum power, Azure."

With this shot, he cleared away all the obstacles around him, opening up a wide field of vision.

He straightened up, preparing to walk towards the direction of the Star Palace.

All that could be seen was a deluge of fly heads, hundreds of them pouring out from the cracks in the ruins.

Each one was only the size of a fist, and their level was so low that their magical power was negligible, but there were too many of them.

They didn't attack; they simply formed an impenetrable sphere around him, filled with wriggling gray bodies and fluttering membranous wings, even obscuring the sun overhead into a hazy gray.

Gojo Satoru stood motionless amidst the swarm of fly heads. These things couldn't even break his shamelessness, nor could they touch a single hair on his head.

Can't find it.

He clicked his tongue, raised his right hand, and the blue light at his fingertip lit up again, preparing to use the second wave of light to wipe out all the fly heads.

He deduced that Fuhesh had taken advantage of the chaos to head towards the Star Palace, with his target being the Heavenly Palace.

Fuheishen appeared to his side, holding the Heavenly Reverse Blade in his hand, and then stabbed down with the blade.