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

However, he breathed a sigh of relief. Tian Ni Hao had previously fused the Fusion Stone into the Melting Scale Blade, and the Soul Release Blade was in Xia Youjie's hands.

Both magical artifacts have been acquired, and all four members of their class know the Reversal Spell. Now, all they need to do is practice the Reversal Spell to the point where they can project it externally.

This has changed from a question of whether it's possible to a question of how long it will take.

Thinking of this, he felt much better and unknowingly walked to the door of the reception room.

Gojo Satoru was leaning against the doorframe waiting for him when he saw him approaching with two little girls. He raised an eyebrow. "All done?"

"Hmm. We'll talk about it later."

Maki pulled Mai's hand and stepped into the reception room. Zenji Naokonto sat in the main seat. When he saw the band-aids on the two girls' knees, his eyes darkened for a moment, but then he returned to normal.

He stood up and nodded slightly to Duanmu Yan: "Let's discuss the handover formally from now on."

Just as the reception room quieted down, a voice rang out from the side corridor: "Since when can women without any magical abilities enter the Zen family's main hall? Get them out of here right now!"

The speaker was a middle-aged man. He didn't look at Duanmu Yan, but stared at Zhenxi and Zhenyi at the door, his eyes looking at them as if they were two pieces of trash.

Duanmu Yan turned his head, his gaze landing on the man's face. "I brought them in. Do you have a problem with that?"

His fingers bent slightly, and the temperature in the reception room suddenly rose; several level-three mages on the side began to wipe their sweat.

The man finally turned his gaze to Duanmu Yan, opened his mouth to look at Duanmu Yan's hand, and said, "No, it's nothing. As long as you're happy."

Duanmu Yan then loosened his grip. The temperature slowly dropped, and the scorching heat dissipated.

In the Zen temple, having power is what matters.

The handover went smoothly; the Zhikun people signed the documents themselves, and the opposition remained quiet.

The Zhikun people put down their family seals and said they would see them to the door.

Before the black gate, the members of the Qujuliu team had already completely withdrawn.

Naokon stood inside the threshold, not stepping out. He looked down at Maki and Mai, remained silent for a few seconds, and then bent down.

"Now that you've left here, don't forget to keep training. The outside world is no easier than the Zen monastery. No matter what path you choose in the future, I hope you can walk it well."

Maki looked up at Naokon.

She remembered him as the only elder in the family who didn't look down on them.

He couldn't change the old habits of the Zen family, but at least he changed the sisters' living quarters from a storage room to a small room with a window.

Zhenyi tugged at her sister's sleeve, and the two of them nodded to the Zhikun people.

Gojo Satoru leaned against the doorframe, his sunglasses pushed up to his nose. "Old man, you've said so much, but you were a bit tougher in the main hall just now. As the head of the family, you can't even control your subordinates. It's really pathetic."

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh." The Zhikun man straightened up, still wearing that wry smile. "But thanks to you, those who oppose me should quiet down for a while. In the end, I have to make sure I can hold onto this position as the head of the family."

Duanmu Yan stepped across the threshold, pausing for a moment as he brushed past the Zhikun people. "When it's time to cut ties, cut ties."

Maki and Mai followed behind him, while Gojo Satoru put his hands back in his pockets and hurried after him.

Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses up his nose and glanced back at Maki and Mai following behind him.

"What do you plan to do with these two brats? The college is quite safe, but they are clearly of an age where they need education. We sorcerers are too busy; we simply don't have time to teach children to read and write."

Duanmu Yan was silent for a moment, then said, "Then we can only ask others to take care of them. They are all good children."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and glanced at him, his eyebrows slowly rising. "You wouldn't be planning to let those two brats take care of these two brats, would you?"

He was referring to Fushiguro Megumi and Tsumiki.

"Yes. But this situation won't last long, it'll be fine in a few months."

Gojo Satoru stared at him for several seconds, his eyes narrowing behind his sunglasses, before finally giving up on asking further questions.

"Whatever you want. Anyway, it's your decision to adopt these two kids, so you can go and tell them yourself."

Duanmu Yan nodded.

Anyway, it won't be long; in a few months, these four little guys will have a place to go.

Xia Youjie hasn't gone down that path yet. Since we've already changed Xia Youjie's future, why not make the change more thorough? Like, let him become a kindergarten principal or something.

He's quite suitable.

Chapter 109 Three Little Devil

Duanmu Yan, along with Maki and Mayi, stood once again in front of the old iron gate of Fushiguro Megumi's house.

Maki hadn't said much the whole way, but suddenly reached out and took Mai's hand, pulling her a little behind her.

When Tsumiki opened the door, she was still holding a handful of spinach that she hadn't finished picking. She smiled when she saw Duanmu Yan, then looked past him at the two girls following behind.

She placed the spinach on the shoe cabinet and wiped her hands on her apron. "Please come in, please come in quickly."

Fushiguro Megumi sat at the coffee table, an arithmetic book spread out in front of her.

He looked up at Duanmu Yan, then at the two unfamiliar girls who followed him in, and put down his pencil. "It's you again."

He paused, glanced behind him, and frowned. "This time, they even brought two children."

"Megumi." Miki's voice drifted from the kitchen. She carried a plate of sliced ​​oranges into the living room, placed the plate on the coffee table, and turned to her younger brother, saying, "Guests are guests."

Fushiguro Megumi tilted his head to the side. He clearly had his own definition of the word "guest," but he didn't refute his sister. He simply closed his arithmetic book, moved aside, and made room for most of the coffee table.

Maki didn't sit down, but stood next to the coffee table. Mayi peeked half her head out from behind her shoulder, staring at the plate of oranges.

Duanmu Yan squatted down and gently pushed Maki and Mayi forward half a step. "Their names are Maki and Mayi. They will be staying here temporarily. I hope you will take care of each other."

"We're still kids ourselves, and we have to take care of others?" Fuhei Hui frowned. The house wasn't big to begin with, and now there were two more people.

"Xiao Hui." Tsumi pushed the orange towards him, then bent down and reached out to touch May's head. May instinctively shrank her neck, but did not dodge.

"What's your name? I'm Fushiguro Miki, and this is my younger brother, Fushiguro Megumi. Welcome."

When she smiles, she has two very shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth, which is very heartwarming.

Mayi looked up at her and blinked. Tsumi didn't urge them; she just squatted there and stayed with them.

Duanmu Yan placed an envelope on the coffee table. "Of course, I won't let you take care of me for nothing. The living expenses will be increased appropriately. Just hang in there for a few more months, and in a few more months, there will be a more suitable place."

Fushiguro Megumi stared at the envelope for a moment, then reached out and put it into the drawer under the coffee table.

Money doesn't buy bastards.

Then he reopened his arithmetic notebook and picked up a pencil. "Whatever... the oranges will go bad if you don't eat them, you guys eat them."

Zhenyi loosened her hand from her sister's clothes, reached towards the coffee table, and then withdrew it.

Tsuki pushed the plate towards her again, then picked up a slice of orange and stuffed it into Maki's hand.

Duanmu Yan turned around and opened the door. The women said goodbye to him one by one. He waved to them with his back to them, stepped across the threshold, and gently closed the door.

He looked up at the sky, which was already darkening.

"It's getting late. Next, we need to take care of another matter."

……

High school, the Palace of Death.

Still unattended, Duanmu Yan walked to the end of the stone steps and slowly pushed open the huge door.

Tian Yuan, still dressed in a white robe, stood in the center of the void, watching Duanmu Yan break in.

"Duanmu Yan, what brings you here this time?"

Duanmu Yan took the dusty stone out of his inventory and held it in his palm.

He didn't say where it came from, and Tianyuan didn't ask.

He simply placed the stone on that unseen ground in the void.

"This thing is called an Everstone. After you wear it, you will no longer evolve, and you will no longer need to look for Star Essence."

Tianyuan remained silent for a long time before picking the stone up from the ground. "This is the first time in a thousand years that someone has given me something."

“You said last time that the astral bodies wanted to live. I promised you then. Now give me this, so that not only this generation of astral bodies can live, but every generation after them will not have to die.”

She tucked the stone into her sleeve and looked up. "Although assimilation is no longer necessary, I'm still very curious about what I'll look like after evolving."

Duanmu Yan chuckled, "I didn't expect you to be able to joke."

"Hehe, now that I have no worries, thank you."

"It's okay, you're the one who's had a hard time."

Duanmu Yan waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the door.

Tianyuan watched his figure disappear behind the door, then looked down at the stone in his hand. For the first time in a thousand years, he no longer had to count the days.

"Duanmu Yan is truly an amazing man. Perhaps my destiny with that guy can end in this generation."

……

College, canteen.

Duanmu Yan found Gojo Satoru here, and only the two of them remained.

Gojo Satoru propped his legs up on the chair opposite him, pushed his sunglasses up to his forehead, and twirled an empty can of soda in his hand.

Duanmu Yan sat opposite him and placed his teacup on the table.

"Is everything finished?"

"Everything is fine for now."

The steam from the teacup rose gently between the two of them, while outside the window, Nanami was being dragged along by Haibara to run on the playground.

Gojo Satoru leaned back, propping up the front leg of his chair. "You're back, are you leaving again?"

Duanmu Yan was silent for a moment, then nodded. "We still have to go. There are still many curses in the world, and people are dying all the time. We can't stop here."

“That will be very tiring.” Gojo Satoru put his hands behind his head and looked up at the slowly turning ceiling fan in the cafeteria. “You can’t kill all the curses. You have to learn to balance work and rest.”

Duanmu Yan looked at Gotō Sō, thinking that he was the least qualified to say such a thing.

In the original story, he only slept three hours a day, and spent the rest of his time either killing cursed spirits or teaching students. Even buying Xijiufu (a type of Chinese liquor) had to be done on the way.

Gojo Satoru laid the chair flat, put his hands in his pockets, and looked out the window at the two people still running on the playground.

“Becoming a sorcerer seems glamorous to outsiders, but aren’t we also locked up by the word ‘sorcerer’?”