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

"Several girls in the clan have reached marriageable age."

Gojo Satoru felt like his ears were about to grow calluses, then his eyes darted around and he suddenly stood up.

"Father, Mother, and all my sisters..." He pushed his chair back half a step, stood up straight, his expression unusually serious, placed his hand on his chest, and took a deep breath. "Besides inheriting the position of family head, I also want to announce something important this time I've returned."

The hall fell silent, and everyone looked at him.

He reached out and put his arm around Duanmu Yan's shoulder.

"Actually... Duanmu and I are a couple!!"

Duanmu Yan felt himself making eye contact with Medusa. The chopsticks slipped from his fingers.

What the hell is that bastard saying?!

Gojo Satoru's mother had her mouth open when the fried shrimp tempura she was holding on her chopsticks fell into her bowl, splashing soup onto the tablecloth, but she was completely unaware.

Gojo Satoru's father's wine glass froze in mid-air, his expression a mix of shock and bewilderment.

The elders' gazes darted back and forth between Wu Tiaowu and Duanmu Yan. Some adjusted their reading glasses, found they couldn't see clearly, and then took them off and put them back on.

The cousins ​​who had been chattering away, asking Duanmu Yan what type of woman he liked, looked at each other in bewilderment, then silently picked up their teacups and lowered their heads to drink.

Duanmu Yan was in despair; he was male, but his sexual orientation was female!

Not satisfied with that, Gojo Satoru released Duanmu Yan's shoulder, took a step forward, placed his hands on the edge of the table, leaned forward, and looked sincere.

"Actually—we're more than just lovers."

Duanmu Yan had a gut feeling that something bad was about to happen, but his body was still in a petrified state. His mouth was half open, but the white-haired man spoke too quickly.

“We do have matching couple rings. Duanmu has a pair; he wears one himself and gave the other to me… but I’m a bit shy, so I don’t wear it with me, but he does.”

"And that's not all. He had previously suffered a fatal wound, his heart was pierced. I rushed over... He was already dying, but then he got up in front of me and healed himself with a reversal technique. Do you know how touching that was!"

Duanmu Yan turned ashen-faced upon hearing this.

"He would often bring me Xijiufu (a type of milk tea). Edamame flavor, roasted tea flavor, he would bring it after every mission, he was never empty-handed. On the training field, he never fought seriously with others, he only fought seriously with me. After each fight, he would ask me if I was injured... even though he was covered in injuries himself, he would ask me first."

“The bond between us isn’t just a normal friendship. He once said on a beach in Okinawa that he likes cheerful and outgoing types… Obviously, he was talking about me!”

The large room was so quiet that you could hear the soup bubbling in the earthenware pot.

Gojo Satoru's mother picked up the teacup, her hands trembling, and she couldn't bring herself to drink it.

Gojo Satoru's father put the wine glass back on the table, looked down at the remaining wine at the bottom of the glass, and seemed to be studying the origin of the rice used for brewing.

The elders' expressions were priceless... Some were stroking their beards, only to find they'd twisted them into a pretzel; others took off their reading glasses, wiped them, and put them back on...

The cousins ​​who had been crowding around Duanmu Yan asking her all sorts of questions had completely given up on participating in the conversation.

An elder spoke tremblingly, "The Divine Child... has he always been this proactive?"

Gojo Satoru put his cleaned sunglasses back on and said frankly, "He's always been special to me. He doesn't usually reply to what other people say, but he replies to my messages instantly."

Duanmu Yan took a deep breath.

You can't get angry. This is someone else's house. The ancestral tablets of the Gojo family are enshrined in the Buddhist shrine next door.

He picked up the cup of tea in front of him, which had gone cold, took a sip, and then turned to give Gojo Satoru a smile.

Of course, it's not a gentle smile, it's a smile that says you're doomed.

The banquet continued for a while, the atmosphere quite subtle. Duanmu Yan maintained a smile throughout, while Wu Tiao Wu ate happily, adding two more bowls of rice, ignoring the various complicated looks cast at him by the elders.

His mother finally got up and broke the silence, saying that it was getting late and the guest room was ready. Gojo Satoru's father simply nodded.

Gojo Satoru sprang up from his chair, raised his hand and waved towards the head of the table, "Father, Mother, I'll take Duanmu to the guest room first. Please enjoy your meal."

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed Duanmu Yan's sleeve and started walking out.

The two walked through the connecting corridor one after the other, with Gojo Satoru in front and Duanmu Yan behind. No one spoke.

After entering the guest room, Gojo Satoru stopped and formed two hand seals. A light blue barrier descended from above the two of them, enveloping the entire corridor in a transparent cocoon.

Duanmu Yan spoke in the silence, squeezing out each word through clenched teeth: "You bastard, what were you saying just now?!"

His resentment was now even greater than that of a typical top-tier cursed spirit, and he felt like he wanted to devour Gojo Satoru alive.

"I feel like I'm doomed, completely doomed. Did you see that? The way your cousins ​​are looking at me, it's like they're going to start calling me 'sister-in-law' tomorrow!"

Gojo Satoru leaned against a pillar, his hands in his pockets, not caring about a year. "That's fine, let's just get through this round first."

Chapter 104 Zen Temple Family

Duanmu Yan stared at him: "Deal with? I'll deal with your dam!!"

Gojo Satoru acted cute, sticking out his tongue, "You didn't see the scene just now. I don't go home all year round, and I'm constantly being pressured to get married. If I were alone, I would have ignored them long ago. But you're here today... I didn't have any other good ideas, so I could only say that for now."

“I think you did it on purpose.” Duanmu Yan’s tone was certain.

Gojo Satoru pouted, turned his face to the side, and looked towards the window: "How could that be..."

He definitely did it on purpose; Duanmu Yan was 100% certain of that.

“You…” Duanmu Yan took a deep breath, then reached out and grabbed Gojo Satoru’s shirt collar.

Wu Tiao Wu dodged to the side, grabbed Duanmu Yan's arm with one hand, and used his other hand to trip his leg.

The two of them were tangled up inside the barrier, and one of their shoes was kicked off.

Duanmu Yan grabbed Gotō Sō's legs and laid him down. Gotō Sō wrapped his legs around Duanmu Yan's waist on the ground, preventing him from standing up.

There was no magic, no spells, no armor; it was just two ordinary people fighting... grabbing collars, tripping legs, hugging waists, twisting and rolling half a circle on the ground, knocking over potted plants under the corridor railing, their leaves falling to the ground in a flurry.

Duanmu Yan's collar was pulled askew, and Wu Tiao Wu's sunglasses had fallen off at some point.

Both of them were panting heavily and stared at each other for several seconds.

Then Gojou laughed first. Duanmu Yan loosened his collar, propped himself up on the floor, and sat down next to him, leaning against the wall.

"Don't dare to do it again..."

"Okay, okay." He lay on the floor, his hands behind his head, and after a while, he suddenly spoke, "However, the bond between us... will not disappear."

"Yeah, because... the three of us are the strongest!"

……

The next day, Duanmu Yan woke up in the guest room of the Wutiao family's house.

After washing up and changing, I pushed open the lattice door and walked along the corridor leading to the main hall, only to find the atmosphere extremely subtle.

Yesterday, the elder of the clan, holding his reading glasses, passed by him, coughed, and then took a detour.

His two cousins ​​saw him from afar, huddled together and whispered a few words before quickly separating.

"Hoo—" He put his hands in his pockets, looked up at the sky, and a wave of sadness washed over him. "No wonder Jay didn't come. If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have come either."

The succession ceremony was held in the main hall. Although it was called a ceremony, it was actually incredibly simple. The family genealogy was spread out, and a seal was stamped next to Gojo Satoru's name with a cinnabar pen. Several elders signed their names in the witness column in turn.

The whole process took less than ten minutes.

There was no competition, no disagreement, and no dramatic conflict.

After all, with Gojo Satoru standing there, the entire Gojo family tied together wouldn't be enough for him to take on with one hand, not to mention another Special-Class fighter standing next to him. Who would dare to complain?

With the succession ceremony completed, Gojo Satoru officially became the twenty-seventh head of the Gojo family.

Then the new patriarch shoved the family seal into his father's hand and announced with a smile to the assembled elders: "Father will still be in charge of the family's major affairs. Call me if you need anything. I'm going to visit the other two families now."

His father's lips twitched. He took the family seal, looked at his son who had just succeeded to the throne and then abandoned his post, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to scold him.

His mother smiled calmly, while the clan elders collectively sighed, clearly having anticipated this outcome.

The cousins ​​started whispering to each other again, occasionally letting out a few crisp laughs. The gossip about the new head of the family and the special guest last night would probably circulate in the family for at least half a year.

Gojo Satoru turned around, grabbed Duanmu Yan's sleeve, and pulled him outside. "Let's hurry up and get to the Zen family. I can't wait any longer!"

He took long strides, his wooden clogs tapping rapidly on the corridor floor, pulling Duanmu Yan forward until he stumbled.

The two walked through the white sand courtyard and the vermilion torii gate. A layer of light blue ripples spread behind them, enveloping the Gojo family manor once again in the sound of pine trees and streams.

……

The journey from the Gojo family's house to the Zen-in family's house wasn't long, but the scenery changed dramatically.

The Gojo family estate is located at the foot of Higashiyama in Kyoto, surrounded by pine forests and with a clear blue stream. After leaving the mountain road, the car headed south.

The fir trees on both sides of the road gradually shorten, and in their place are large, neat fields. Further on, the fields disappear, replaced by gray walls.

The Zen family's residence wasn't on a mountain, but on flat land. The entire estate was surrounded by high walls, inlaid with dense incantations. Every few steps there was an incantation lamp, its bluish-white light illuminating the entire street without any blind spots. It looked more like a fortress than a residence.

The two stopped before the massive, black lacquered gate. A neat row of people stood at the foot of the steps leading to the gate.

Uniform white shirts and black trousers. The remains of the monks from the Zen monastery remained with the group.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a crew cut, his hands behind his back. When he saw the two men, he took a step forward.

"Gojo Satoru. If you want to enter the Zen temple, defeat us first."

With his hands in his pockets, Gojo Satoru explained to Duanmu Yan beside him, “Look, the Zenin family is still the same. These guys think I stole their position as the head of the three great families, so they are somewhat hostile towards me.”

Duanmu Yan glanced at the row of white-clad team members with cold expressions. "The strong don't need to listen to the weak. Just act according to your own ideas."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and looked at him, his eyes darting around: "I thought you were going to say, 'Everyone's thoughts deserve respect.'"

“That idea is for ordinary people.” Duanmu Yan’s gaze shifted from the team leader. “I will have no pity for those with outdated ideas.”

Gojo Satoru burst into laughter, leaning back slightly. "That's right... this is the Duanmu I know."

He pushed his sunglasses up to his nose, turned to the group of Kyushu members at the door who were still confused about the situation, and waved his hand, "Get out of here before I lose my temper."

The Zen monk Zhikun walked out from inside the gate. He was wearing a dark patterned robe and his back was ramrod straight.

He stood on the steps, his gaze sweeping over the tense members of the Kujuru clan, then looking at the expressionless Gojo Satoru and Duanmu Yan below, before speaking. His voice wasn't loud, but each word was enunciated firmly: "Step back. Guests are guests; don't disgrace the clan."

The team members exchanged glances and began to move backward.

"Brother." A voice came from the shadows of the porch.

Zen Temple Fan emerged from the shadows, a smile on his face, his steps unhurried, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes.

He walked up to the Zhikun people and stood down without bowing, his hands behind his back. "They can't be considered guests. For decades, our Zen family has been the head of the three great families. Now they've come to steal the honor that should belong to us. How can they be considered guests?"

He turned his head and looked at the hesitant members of the "Kujuliu" team. His voice suddenly rose, "Kujuliu team, no retreating!"