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

"Blessed by the stars, may the stars pave my way and their brilliance crown me!"

She pulled the dagger from the ground, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, and her magical energy surged up the blade, causing it to emit a pale golden light. The Star Blessing had boosted its attack power to its current maximum.

"The final move! Star Severing Slash!"

The short sword slashed down with unstoppable momentum. The cursed spirit let out a heart-wrenching scream, turning into a pool of grayish-black slime that spread across the stone slab and slowly dissipated.

Chapter 113 We're going to fight Duanmu Yan? Are you kidding me?

After killing the cursed spirit, Riko stabbed the dagger into the ground and gasped for breath, leaning on the hilt.

Duanmu Yan walked over, removed the domain, bent down and took out a small glass bottle from his backpack, then squatted down in front of her.

The treatment solution was poured onto a cotton pad and gently pressed onto the abrasion on her knee; the wound visibly healed.

"I can treat it."

Duanmu Yan didn't care at all, and only asked, "Does it hurt?"

"...just a little bit."

Duanmu Yan placed the empty small bottle on the sink, then took out more than a dozen identical small glass bottles from his backpack and piled them all on the sink with a clatter.

"Here you go. If you bump or scrape yourself during training, clean it yourself. Even if it can be treated, you still need to take care of your body."

He paused, then added, "Don't be so sure about 99 points. She doesn't carry out missions at all, so it's useless. Besides, the drug's effects aren't very strong against top-tier enemies."

"...So many? Where did you get them from?" She picked up a bottle and shook it.

"What I seized from the curse master is of no use to me."

She stuffed the bottles of potions into her training bag one by one, then looked up at Duanmu Yan, "Every time you show up, you stuff something into my bag—Senzu beans, rings, and now potions. Next time, are you going to stuff a rice cooker into my bag?"

"Do you need it?"

……

As darkness fell, Duanmu Yan escorted Riko back to Tsukumo Yuki's training room.

“Then I’ll go in,” she said.

"Hmm." Duanmu Yan stood at the bottom of the stone steps, his hands in his pockets.

She turned and took two steps, then turned back again, saying, "Next time you come, give me a call in advance."

"it is good."

She pushed open the door and went inside.

Duanmu Yan stood at the bottom of the stone steps for a moment, then turned and walked towards the motorcycle.

At that moment, the sound of Yuki Tsukumo's motorcycle engine grew louder as it approached, and soon it arrived in front of the wooden house.

She braced herself on one leg, looking at Duanmu Yan who was about to leave: "What, you're leaving already? It's a rare trip to Okinawa, why don't you stay here tonight? I can go out and come back at dawn."

Duanmu Yan's brain went blank; he felt his ears turning red at an unstoppable speed.

"What on earth are you thinking about all day long, you woman?!"

"Senior Tsukumo!" Riko rushed out of the door, her face flushed all the way to the roots of her neck. "What are you talking about? It's not what you think! He... he just happened to be passing by and stopped by to check on my training... yes, he came to check on my training results!"

Yuki Tsukumo spread her hands out, palms up, with an innocent expression. "I just wanted to go for a drive. What did you think I was thinking?"

The courtyard was quiet.

Duanmu Yan stood there, like a deflated balloon.

He looked at Jiujiu's innocent face and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "...Farewell."

He practically fled as he hopped into the car.

"Take care on the road, come again next time!" Ninety-Nine waved to his retreating figure.

Only when the motorcycle grew smaller and smaller on the road, and was finally completely hidden by the rocks, did Tsukumo pat Riko on the shoulder. "Alright, you've gone far enough, don't stand here in the wind."

Riko immediately ran into the room, "...Who said I was looking at him? I was just looking at the moon, yes, looking at the moon!"

Duanmu Yan parked his tricycle on the shoulder of the national highway and poured most of the water bottle into it.

"That woman, Ninety-Nine... Ugh, that woman is always like this..."

Duanmu Yan washed his face with cold water, then transformed into Tuonaduo and planned to go back to Tokyo to sleep.

Next, he will devote himself entirely to the task of eliminating the cursed spirit.

……

Inside an old, dilapidated house, a bearded man was playing with a dog. He looked around and saw a cow.

Opposite him were the silent water clock and the flower arsenal.

The water clock sat cross-legged on the chair, staring at the table with one eye, white smoke billowing from its volcano-shaped head.

It took it several days to recover after the battle with Duanmu Yan.

Louhu suddenly opened his single eye wide and slammed his hand on the table, charring the wood. "That guy just happened to have an element that counters me! Fire against fire, my magma is no match for his lava, that's all!"

It turned its head and stared at the sole, its gaze fixed on the blue-green fish. A faint, menacing look appeared on its face. The fish seemed to be scurrying about, its head spinning. A fierce, snarling sound filled the air. The fish, its body trembling, seemed to be a giant, swarming turtle. The sound of its tail swayed in the wind. The fish was like a giant, swarming turtle. The sound of its tail swayed in the wind ...

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She paused for a moment, then said, "If you want revenge, I do have a suitable target for you."

The water clock leaned forward and asked, "Who is it?"

"Xia Youjie".

"Then what are we waiting for!" The water clock slammed its fist on the table, and the smoke above his head suddenly thickened. "Kaori Itadori, quickly tell me his location and information! I'm going to find him right away!"

The nightmare was over, the birds were singing, and the blessings were like a whirlwind. The birds were shrouded in mist, their cries echoing through the air. The birds were like saddles, their swords flashing, their wings gleaming. The birds were like ash, their wings like scallions, their wings like thin silk, their wings like tattered silk. The birds were like saddles, their cries like ash, their cries like tattered silk. The birds were like

The water clock's single eye narrowed, and it leaned back in its chair, crossing its arms in front of its chest, waiting for what to say next.

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Louhu is among the top-tier special-grade cursed spirits in terms of combat power, but whether it can defeat the current four special-grade spirits... to be honest, that's a big question mark.

Gojo Satoru and Duanmu Yan are undeniably powerful. Challenging them again would only result in a humiliating retreat, or even the loss of one's life.

There is very little information about this woman, Yuki Tsukumo. Her whereabouts are mysterious. She has been a Special Class for much longer than Satoru Gojo. Even she only knows that the other party is of the Astral Body type, and knows almost nothing else.

Only Xia Youjie, the Spell Manipulation Technique... that's what she truly needs.

According to her prediction, there will be a particularly large number of top-tier cursed spirits resurrected in this era.

Human beings' fear, hatred, and suspicion of each other, when these negative emotions accumulate to a certain degree, will inevitably give birth to that cursed spirit.

That special-grade—real person—born from human malice towards human, possessing the ability to modify souls.

The technique of non-action transformation is the real key to her plan.

Use it to spread and transform humanity throughout Japan, turning everyone into beings capable of assimilating with Tengen, ultimately completing the evolution of all humankind.

To safely capture and control a top-tier spirit, spirit manipulation is the most suitable tool.

Even if she ultimately couldn't get Xia Youjie's body, she had prepared a backup plan, although that would mean less fun.

Her thoughts drifted for a moment before she came back to her senses and said casually, "Xia Youjie is a top-level expert, after all. We need to make some preparations too."

"Prepare?" The water clock's single eye spun halfway around. "What do we need to prepare?"

The text appears to be a jumbled mess of characters and symbols, possibly a corrupted or garbled message. It doesn't form coherent sentences or paragraphs. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

She looked back at Louhu and Huayu, "So we need a gap to hold off Gojo Satoru and Duanmu Yan, and then take him down."

"Hold those two back?" Louhu frowned. "Are you kidding me? Those two guys are insane, extremely cruel!"

Chapter 114 Preventing the Darkening

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She raised her eyes, a smile spreading from the corners of her mouth into the depths of her pupils. "A godsend."

Louhu's single eye lit up, and he leaned forward: "Then tell me, how do we get him out?"

"Just put someone he cares about in danger." (This is a fragment of a sentence, likely from a machine translation error.)

The photo shows two teenagers in college uniforms. One is smiling without any gloom, while the other looks impatient but is still facing the camera.

"Nanami Kento and Haibara Yu are Xia Youjie's juniors. Xia Youjie values ​​protecting his companions more than himself. As long as these two send out a distress signal, he will definitely come alone."

Hua Yu asked, "And then?"

"Then I will set up a designated barrier."

"The designated targets are Gojo Satoru and Duanmu Yan. Apart from them, everyone else can freely enter and exit. No matter how strong those two are, it will take them time to break through a rule-based barrier. As for you..."

She looked at Louhu and Huayu, "Two top-tier fighters against Xia Youjie shouldn't take too long."

Louhu frowned: "How long can the barrier last?"

"There are at least five minutes."

The water clock leaned back in its chair, the crater above its head burning silently, while Hua Yu remained standing by the window, her leaf-like shoulders motionless.

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It was a dried-out finger. The moment it touched the table, the atmosphere in the entire conference room became noticeably gloomy.

"Su Nuo's fingers." The text then abruptly shifts to a seemingly unrelated anecdote: "The fingers of Su Nuo... A sudden, desperate sigh... A series of seemingly random characters..." This appears to be a fragment of a longer text, possibly a corrupted or incomplete sentence. A more accurate translation would require the full context.

She withdrew her fingers and gently placed them on the back of her hand. "Are there any other questions, gentlemen?"

Louhu reached out and grabbed Su Nuo's finger, then grinned, "Okay."

The punishment was severed, and the foolish woman was punished. The woman's body was covered in grievances.

As the conversation was about to end, Louhu suddenly spoke up: "What if the person I wanted to kill wasn't Xia Youjie, but rather Wutiao Wu or Duanmu Yan, who were sealed inside that barrier you set up?"

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Louhu: "Tch~ Let's forget about that then, let's finish one off first."

The fish skeleton was from Australia, and the camel was carrying a load of rice. It was so fast and powerful that it seemed like a raging storm!