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

"No need." Duanmu Yan said without turning his head. "I already sensed it."

He pushed open the school gate, and a turbid and enormous cursed power was entrenched in the corridor. Its density was extremely high, and it distorted the windows of the entire building, causing them to resonate at a low frequency.

That sense of oppression, when converted into a spirit level, was just on the verge of becoming a top-tier spirit.

"It's just a single top-grade dog; it can be dealt with in the time it takes to drink a cup of warm tea."

Chapter 91 Su Nuo Finger

Duanmu Yan walked into the teaching building, and the door closed automatically behind him.

The shoe cabinet in the entryway was leaning against the wall, and shoes were scattered all over the floor inside, leaving behind dried black slime.

The wall was covered with a translucent film that felt like fish scales to the touch, and when scraped off, it crumbled into powder on the fingertips.

He glanced at it and saw that the membranes were still expanding, twisting the three-story school building into a maze.

"Is it an unfinished, half-finished area?"

He pressed his right hand onto the summoner, twirled the energy key between his fingers, and then clicked it into the slot.

"Nawakayak, combine."

The orange-red armor pressed down, and the Molten Scale Blade took shape in his right hand. The orange-white light on the blade sliced ​​through the viscous darkness in the corridor.

He bent his knees and leaped, jumping directly over the broken staircase.

He had already sensed that the cursed spirit was on the fourth floor.

The fourth floor. A door was ajar, and a yellowish-green light shone through the crack, flickering in the light.

He pushed open the door and went inside. The cursed spirit was in the open space, with more than a dozen human skeletons beside it.

It resembled a large lump of rotting flesh, with new faces constantly emerging on its surface. It had no facial features, only blurry outlines, and its mouth opened and closed repeatedly.

The cursed power distorted visibly around it, and the air was compressed into ring-shaped ripples. This is how cursed spirits that have just reached the threshold of the special grade look... They have enough power, but their form is still unstable and they are very restless.

It sensed Duanmu Yan, and a crack appeared in the center of the flesh, from which hundreds of eyes of different sizes and pupil colors squeezed out. They all turned at the same time, pointing towards the doorway.

"I've killed hundreds or even thousands of cursed spirits, but I've never seen one uglier than you."

"Humans, human beings, die!!"

Duanmu Yan took a step forward with his left foot and slashed horizontally with the Melting Scale Blade.

The orange-white blade sliced ​​through the body of the cursed spirit horizontally, the blade passing right through its torso.

The cursed spirit let out a hiss, the edges of its wound were burning, and the flames spread upwards along the folds of its flesh.

It began to expand, its entire body swelling into a ball, and then it exploded from the top, sending countless tiny pieces of flesh flying in all directions, crackling and popping.

The flame barrier on the armor activated automatically, and the splashed chunks of flesh were burned to ashes before they even touched the armor.

After the pieces of flesh fell away, the main body of the cursed spirit shrank into a charred mass, less than one-tenth of its original size, curled up on the floor tiles in the center of the laboratory.

This thing is way too weak, it's not like it's a top-tier item at all.

I feel that many near-super-grade cursed spirits are stronger than this lump of meat.

"Tch, it seems my feeling was right, it really is a low-level cursed spirit."

Duanmu Yan walked over, gripped the Melting Scale Blade upside down, and plunged the tip into the very center of the charred mass. The tip pierced through a hard shell and then struck something.

Hard.

He raised an eyebrow, the tip of his knife twitched, and something popped out from the remnants of the cursed spirit, rolling to his feet.

One finger, purplish-black in color, with a cut-off section at the base.

The density of the curse power is completely different from that of the curse spirit; it is heavier, older, and purer, like a knife that has been rusted for thousands of years resting on the tongue.

Su Nuo's fingers.

A system notification sounded in my ear.

[Congratulations, host, for defeating the Special Grade Cursed Spirit. You have gained 100000 points.]

Duanmu Yan straightened up. This cursed spirit itself wasn't strong; it was only able to reach the threshold of the top-tier level thanks to this finger's prompting.

If a single Sukuna finger can create a Super Grade weapon, then if the finger is kept, can it be used repeatedly?

One top-tier pet costs 100,000 points, and he has already accumulated about 450,000. If he gets five or six more, Yatalis will be available.

[No, host, one finger can only induce fertilization once.]

As expected. The system's answer was exactly what I anticipated.

Last time he tried to exploit a bug, but the system blocked him; vulnerabilities aren't so easy to exploit.

The outer barrier began to crumble, the fish-scale membrane on the ceiling peeled off piece by piece, the sticky feeling in the air slowly dissipated, and sunlight shone through the window, revealing a dusty environment.

He tucked his fingers into his inner pocket, removed his armor, pushed open the window, climbed onto the windowsill, and jumped directly from the fourth floor.

My knees were slightly bent when I landed, and two floor tiles broke under my feet.

The assistant supervisors surrounded them, holding folders, testing equipment, towels, and water bottles. The leader was about to speak.

"Target cleared."

Duanmu Yan straddled the motorcycle, fastened his helmet, started the engine, twisted the throttle with one hand, and the three-wheeled motorcycle roared as it turned around.

The assistant supervisors stood frozen, holding their folders. By the time they realized what was happening and tried to ask for more details, the motorcycle had already sped out of the school gate, its rear wheel kicking up a cloud of dust.

The leader took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat. "What a sage sorcerer who comes and goes like the wind!"

……

An hour later, Duanmu Yan leaned back on the sofa.

This is his house in Tokyo, a typical detached house, two stories, 300 square meters.

It's not big, but it's more than enough for him to live in by himself.

The three-wheeled motorcycle was parked in the garage. Sitting in the living room, he took Su Nuo's fingers out of his inside pocket. The withered knuckles rested on the coffee table, the purplish-black nails reflecting a faint glint.

The legendary King of Curses, Two-Faced Sukuna.

He stared at the finger for a few seconds, then placed his palm on it.

A massive surge of magical power erupted from his palm, carrying the scorching heat unique to the molten flame element directly into his fingers.

His fingers twitched violently under his palm, and the air in the entire living room was suddenly pushed outwards by an external curse pressure. The curtains billowed up, and the empty water glass on the coffee table was shaken and rolled halfway.

Then he stood in complete darkness.

Beneath their feet lay mountains of bones, forming a ghastly white expanse, and the air was thick with a pungent, fishy smell.

In the distance stands a towering throne made of stacked skulls, and a person sits on the throne.

He sat casually, one hand supporting his chin and the other resting on his knee, as if waiting for a guest he knew would arrive.

Four eyes, facing each other in pairs, glowed with a dark red light on the gloomy skeletal throne.

He was wearing only a loose white kimono, with his chest open, revealing his strong muscle lines and an old cloth sash wrapped around his waist.

He looked down at Duanmu Yan like a god looking down at the sacrificial animals on the altar.

"How audacious! To spy on my soul without permission. How dare a rat be so arrogant?"

Duanmu Yan stood on the pile of bones, looking up at him.

Su Nuo narrowed his four eyes, his dark red pupils scanning Duanmu Yan from top to bottom. "Indeed, sorcerers are just as infuriating in any era."

"However, I'm quite interested in you. I didn't expect you to be here."

Chapter 92 Suppression

"I never expected you to be able to come here."

"To be honest, this is the first time I've seen a two-faced Su Nuo." Duanmu Yan's tone was very calm.

"To be honest, I'm a little interested in you. After all, you were the strongest a thousand years ago. But it's a pity that you only have the strength of one finger. You can't get enough to eat."

Su Nuo looked down at him, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

The aura of this brat in front of him was not weak; among the sorcerers of the past thousand years, he could be considered one of the top ones.

But it's nowhere near his peak, far from it.

"What a bold insect! It actually sees me as a meal?"

"They actually got demoted! They were rats just a moment ago, and now they're worms." Duanmu Yan began to walk forward, stepping on the piles of white bones on the ground.

Su Nuo did not stop them; four eyes followed Duanmu Yan's figure, the dark red pupils reflecting the slowly approaching silhouette.

"Even calling you a bug is an understatement. After all, you do have the ability to pique my interest even slightly."

Su Nuo did not stop it; this throne made of bones had not been set foot on for over a thousand years.

Duanmu Yan's shoes stepped between the skulls, and with each step, figures rose from the pile of bones beside him, one after another, transparent and twisted, whispering in his ear: Die, it's easier to die, stop struggling, just lie down.

These whispers, like the fluttering of mosquito wings, swarmed against my eardrums. Duanmu Yan continued walking.

Mental attacks were useless against him. He could kill more than two hundred people in the main hall of the Panxing Sect without batting an eye, so what did the whispers of mere dead souls matter?

He crushed the last skull blocking his way and stood atop the throne.

He looked down at Su Nuo.

Su Nuo stood up, and the two of them stood face to face on the skeletal throne, less than a meter apart. He was half a head taller than Su Nuo, and the dark red light in his four eyes dimmed, while the hint of interest at the corner of his mouth disappeared.

"Who gave you permission to look down on me, brat?"

"I don't need anyone's permission to do what I do."

The intense heat emanated from Duanmu Yan's body, scorching a bright, high-temperature zone around the bone throne. The bones beneath his feet began to turn black and peel, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of burning bones.

Su Nuo didn't speak again. He waved his hand, and several slashes flew out from his fingertips. They were invisible and colorless, and wherever they passed, the bones broke silently, with the cut surfaces as smooth as mirrors.

This is the solution.

Duanmu Yan did not retreat. His armor merged in an instant, and the flame shield was automatically activated. Several slashes hit the shield, but they didn't even leave a mark.

Su Nuo paused for a moment, then threw his head back and burst into laughter, "Interesting, hahaha! This is getting more and more interesting!"