Chapter 110

Jujutsu World.

An abandoned park.

A sudden heavy rain trapped Chu Yang, who had just completed a commission, here. Looking at the dark clouds, his expression was gloomy.

Five special-grade cursed spirits!

He had killed five special-grade cursed spirits this month! A shocking record! It could be said that except for Gojo Satoru, no one performed more amazingly than Chu Yang.

He also became the most discussed jujutsu sorcerer in all of Tokyo.

With such terrifying strength, he should have been promoted to special-grade jujutsu sorcerer long ago.

But...

No news came from the Jujutsu High, and Chu Yang was still only a grade-one jujutsu sorcerer until now.

The pattering rain soothed Chu Yang's mood unconsciously, "I thought that after becoming a special-grade jujutsu sorcerer, I could get in touch with Sukuna's fingers sealed by the Jujutsu High. Now it seems I have to find another way."

"Sure enough, things are never as smooth as planned."

After the rain eased a little, Chu Yang let out a long breath and walked slowly into the rain curtain.

"I've been looking for you for a long time. Why are you standing here in the rain alone? You look quite lonely. Could it be that you've been dumped?"

Just when Chu Yang was frowning, Gojo Satoru suddenly appeared, looking at him with a cheap smile.

The raindrops falling from the sky would be bounced away by an invisible film when they hit Gojo Satoru, so even standing in the heavy rain, not a single part of him was wet.

"Since you know I'm in a bad mood, then speak quickly if you have something to say."

Chu Yang waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away flies.

"Those old guys want to invite you to be a teacher at Jujutsu High."

Gojo Satoru grinned.

"So that's the reason..."

Chu Yang stopped and sneered, "A jujutsu sorcerer who started halfway, neither from the High School nor from a prestigious family, so I'm not qualified to be special-grade, and you want to brand me with the Jujutsu High?"

The smile on Gojo Satoru's face disappeared, he hugged the back of his head with both hands and stretched, "That's probably what it means. I have to say that after so many years, their ideas and style of doing things have really not changed at all. It's annoying."

It wasn't just Chu Yang who hated the status quo of the jujutsu world; Gojo Satoru's degree of disgust was even higher than Chu Yang's, but he chose a different way to solve the problem.

Gojo Satoru wanted to cultivate more excellent young people and let them grow up to replace the corrupt high-level officials.

This was a very time-consuming and energy-consuming method.

In time, it might really bring about a brand-new jujutsu world.

Chu Yang didn't have this patience; he chose to kill those people directly, and the man in front of him would definitely stop him.

"Senior, you have to know that the time spent teaching students is enough for me to complete several commissions. This is not something that a teacher's salary can make up for."

"Don't always care so much about money. Your savings are enough to buy a building in Tokyo, right?"

"It's just completing a small goal."

"How many small goals do you want?"

Gojo Satoru started counting on his fingers.

Chu Yang held his hand and shook his head: "I really don't have..."

Gojo Satoru held his hand back and said solemnly: "There are generous subsidies!"

Chu Yang took a deep breath, his expression full of respect, "My ideal when I was a child was to become a people's teacher respected by others!"

Gojo Satoru: "..."

"I didn't know you had such a great dream. It seems I still don't know you well enough, Little Yang-yang."

"Can you not call me that? This will make me hate you even more, Senior!"

Gojo Satoru coughed twice and smiled: "Let's talk about business. You are now a teacher at the High School. I will have someone prepare a teacher's certificate for you later, but before that, you need to go on a business trip."

Chu Yang frowned, "Is there a subsidy?"

Gojo Satoru nodded, "Of course!"

Chu Yang's brow immediately relaxed, revealing a kind smile, "A business trip is a good thing, you can arrange more in the future."

Gojo Satoru wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The so-called subsidy was actually paid out of his own pocket. How could those old guys at Jujutsu High give Chu Yang such good benefits?

But he had to.

Gojo Satoru knew that if Chu Yang didn't join the High School, his possibility of being promoted to a special-grade jujutsu sorcerer was almost zero. In the long run, he might choose a path that went in the opposite direction.

This kind of thing had happened many times in the history of the jujutsu world.

Gojo Satoru, who had lost a close friend, really didn't want to see another genius stand on the opposite side of him.

"Where is the business trip?"

"Miyagi Prefecture, Sugisawa Third High School."

Night.

Chu Yang took a taxi to Miyagi Prefecture Sugisawa Third High School, 300 kilometers away from Tokyo.

The taxi fare was included in the subsidy and reimbursed by Gojo Satoru.

Accompanying him was a freshman from Jujutsu High.

After getting off the car, Chu Yang glanced at the expressionless student beside him, and then at the familiar middle school in front of him.

Has the plot officially started? "Didn't Senior Gojo tell you where the thing is?"

"The screen box near the school."

"Are you an idiot? You actually put it in that kind of place?"

"I think so too."

While the two were complaining, they found the screen box where Sukuna's finger was stored, and a rich curse aura still remained on it.

Chu Yang knew there was nothing in it.

Fushiguro Megumi opened the screen box, and it was pitch black inside, he couldn't see anything. He reached in and touched it for a long time but didn't touch anything.

Fushiguro Megumi's expression changed, he stuck his head in directly, like a maggot, squirming inside for a long time, then backed out, looking at Chu Yang with a mournful face, "Teacher, the thing is gone!"

Chu Yang calmly took out his mobile phone, dialed Gojo Satoru's number, didn't mention that Sukuna's finger was missing, and directly scolded him.

After scolding, as if all the pressure had been released, Chu Yang stretched comfortably.

Fushiguro Megumi was dumbfounded.

Although he wasn't polite to Gojo Satoru, he hadn't reached Chu Yang's level.

"Hahaha, don't mind it, our way of getting along is like this. I'm always being mocked by him, it's not easy to find a chance to vent."

Fushiguro Megumi swallowed hard.

"Let's go, don't stand here, the cursed object was probably picked up by students in the school, let's go to the school and see."

Chu Yang put away his phone and walked toward the school.

"If it was picked up by students, they probably took the cursed object home. It makes no sense for us to go to school."

"That thing looks scary, who would take it home? It should be left in the classroom, such as some occult research club or something..."

Fushiguro Megumi had black lines on his head, always feeling that the teacher in front of him exuded the same unreliable aura as Gojo Satoru.

Half an hour later.

The two stood in front of a classroom.

【Occult Phenomenon Research Society】

The classroom exuded a rich curse aura.

"No way?"

"The seal is intact but can't cover up the taste of this curse, it's really about to fail." Chu Yang took Fushiguro Megumi to rummage through the classroom and found Sukuna's finger. The wooden box that sealed the finger had disappeared, leaving only the finger wrapped in a shroud.

By tomorrow night, those two senior students of Itadori Yuji who were courting death would break the seal of the finger, attracting countless curses.

Chu Yang took this finger away in advance, and it was unknown what Itadori Yuji's future would be.

"Such a dangerous thing, it was actually placed in the classroom openly. If we had come later, this school would probably have had a big problem."

Fushiguro Megumi had lingering fears, watching Chu Yang silently put away the finger. He was a bit hesitant; Gojo Satoru had told him to bring Sukuna's finger back personally.

The person in front of him was also a teacher at Jujutsu High, and also entrusted by Teacher Gojo.

Should be reliable, right? Fushiguro Megumi thought in his heart and spat out a breath of air.

"Student Fushiguro, I have something to do, so I won't go back to the High School with you. You can take a taxi back yourself, remember to ask Senior Gojo to reimburse the expenses."

Chu Yang, who got the finger, said goodbye to Fushiguro Megumi with a smile.

Fushiguro Megumi looked at his departing back, always feeling something was wrong, so he took out his phone and called Gojo Satoru.

"That strange teacher left with Sukuna's finger, is there a problem?"

"Don't worry."

"It's not that I'm suspicious, I always feel that teacher is weird."

"I mean, I've already come over, so no matter what happens, don't worry."

"Ah?"

Before the call was hung up, Fushiguro Megumi felt a huge amount of cursed energy approaching.

"Could it be that he rushed over because he was scolded?"

Fushiguro Megumi's expression was strange.

A bright light streaked across the dark night sky.

Chu Yang had just torn off the shroud on Sukuna's finger when he saw Gojo Satoru descend from the sky.

"Hahaha, you do things properly. I heard the thing was missing and thought something would happen."

Gojo Satoru scratched his head and laughed, his eyes focused on the bare finger.

He was stunned for a moment.

Chu Yang laughed dryly a few times.

"The seal was damaged so badly?"

"Those guys in the logistics department clearly told me it was preserved very completely."

"I don't know, I thought you destroyed the seal..."

After teasing a few words, Gojo Satoru found that the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became awkward.

He smacked his lips and looked at Chu Yang.

"No way, Little Yang-yang?"

As soon as the voice fell, Chu Yang put Sukuna's finger into his mouth with lightning speed and burped with satisfaction.

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Fushiguro Megumi, who arrived late, happened to see this scene, his eyes widened, and he shouted: "Teacher, you can't eat that, you will die!"

The terrifying cursed energy continued to expand with Fushiguro Megumi's reminder, forming a storm centered on Chu Yang and raging in all directions.

"Why do this?"

Gojo Satoru looked at Chu Yang with a complex expression, he didn't understand the other party's behavior at all.

Unfortunately, Chu Yang couldn't answer him.

Chu Yang's consciousness fell into silence after eating Sukuna's finger.

In a space filled with fog.

Sukuna, who had just awakened his consciousness, was very excited because he felt the host's talent.

If he could take this body, he could be stronger than himself a thousand years ago.

Sukuna laughed wildly to the sky in excitement, and the rampant laughter echoed in the pitch-black space.

But.

As time passed, Sukuna gradually felt something was wrong.

He couldn't change this space at will according to his own wishes. It stands to reason that he was the master here.

The mysterious space in front of him didn't seem to be the host's consciousness...

The fog around him suddenly dispersed.

A magnificent palace stood majestically in front of Sukuna.

He was stunned.

The magnificence of the palace was beyond his cognition.

Unknowingly, Sukuna stepped slowly onto the steps in front of the palace.

A person stood in front of the palace gate.

Sukuna recognized the other party; it was the master of this body.

"Is this the world you created?"

Sukuna was a bit amazed by the other party's imagination.

"No, but to be honest, I'm surprised you can appear here."

Chu Yang held two knives and stood at the top of the steps, looking down.

"You have many secrets. If I kill you, everything will belong to me."

Sukuna formed a seal in front of his chest, and his cursed energy erupted instantly. A huge shrine appeared behind him, confronting the palace behind Chu Yang from afar.

"Domain Expansion, Malevolent Shrine."

Sukuna's domain continued to expand, as if to swallow everything around it.

But when the domain spread to Chu Yang's feet, it stopped abruptly and could no longer advance.

Sukuna's expression changed drastically.

"This is our world, your domain cannot exert any effect here."

Voices came from all directions.

Sukuna looked around and saw many existences with completely different clothing and accessories, but who looked extremely similar to Chu Yang.

"The taste of these people's souls is exactly the same, they... are the same person!"

As the King of Curses, Sukuna was extremely sensitive to souls, and he discovered Chu Yang's secret at the first moment.

How could one person's soul split into so many powerful souls? This was a completely impossible thing to happen.

"How did you do it?!"

"Is this your innate technique?!"

Sukuna looked up in shock, his eyes gradually becoming excited. He wanted this ability!

"Hey, he doesn't seem to realize the seriousness of the matter yet."

Magic Chu Yang clicked his tongue in wonder, thinking that he was worthy of being Lord Sukuna. In this situation, his face was still full of expressions of wanting to fight.

"I'll try to deal with him quickly."

Jujutsu Chu Yang just wanted to make a move but was stopped by Death Chu Yang.

"Let me do it."

Death Chu Yang stepped down the steps.

"It can be considered a professional match."

Pirate Chu Yang hugged his chest, looking like he was watching the fun.

Sukuna watched Death Chu Yang vigilantly. This guy in a black robe exuded a strange feeling all over his body.

It faintly suppressed him.

As Death Chu Yang got closer and closer to Sukuna, the restless anxiety almost drove Sukuna crazy.

He could no longer remain calm, like a wild beast pushed to the limit.

Sukuna rashly launched an attack on Death Chu Yang.

Death Chu Yang performed Kido.

A circular light array suddenly appeared at Sukuna's feet.

One second later, golden thunder erupted, drowning Sukuna in the light array.

"Ahhhhh!"

Sukuna let out a heart-piercing scream.

Kido had a special effect on life forms like him.

Let alone Sukuna, who only had one-twentieth of his original strength, even Sukuna in his prime would only have one end if he met Chu Yang, who was a Shinigami.

Sukuna, whose domain was suppressed, didn't last long in Death Chu Yang's hands and soon fell into a near-death state.

With nineteen other fingers left, he wouldn't die completely.

But the humiliation suffered at this moment was more painful to Sukuna than death.

The look in Sukuna's eyes when he finally looked at Chu Yang was filled with madness.

As if saying...

Next time we meet, I will definitely kill you.

After eliminating the uninvited guest Sukuna, everyone returned to the Soul Palace to share the memories and abilities of this period.

Demon Slayer Chu Yang got the swordsmanship he wanted as he wished.

He sat down on the spot to comprehend the profound swordsmanship.

Although the martial arts world did not have a high power level, most of the martial arts were profound and pointed directly to the Dao, which was exactly what he lacked.

However, the one most affected was not Demon Slayer Chu Yang, but Death Chu Yang, who had just defeated Sukuna.

The moment the Taiji Fist intent appeared in his mind, a thunderbolt seemed to explode in the depths of Death Chu Yang's soul. "My Zanpakuto has movement!" Death Chu Yang's expression was solemn. His Zanpakuto had been close to being born a long time ago, but it had been delayed, as if stuck at a critical juncture.

The Yin-Yang principles in the Taiji Fist intent, combined with the Sun-Moon power of the Breath of Source, all forces condensed together.

It turned into a rushing river, helping Death Chu Yang break through this bottleneck at once.

Sun-Moon Yin-Yang.

Four forces supported each other and slowly merged into the two Zanpakuto.

Blinding light illuminated the entire palace.

A faint blue light suddenly appeared directly above the palace, reflecting each other.

Everyone looked closely and saw that it was the 【Hogyoku】 that had disappeared before.

"I thought this thing was swallowed by the palace..." Pirate Chu Yang stared in surprise at the Hogyoku floating in mid-air, which was absorbing the light emitted by the Zanpakuto.

"Is it absorbing the spiritual power emitted by the Zanpakuto?"

Naruto Chu Yang turned to look at Death Chu Yang and frowned: "Will it affect the Zanpakuto?"

Death Chu Yang shook his head, indicating it was fine.

"I remember this Hogyoku is incomplete, it seems to be becoming complete."

Magic Chu Yang touched his chin, full of curiosity.

"If only there were instruments, I could analyze the energy radiated by the Zanpakuto and the Hogyoku."

Marvel Chu Yang said with regret.

Everyone was discussing enthusiastically, only Demon Slayer Chu Yang turned a deaf ear to everything outside the window and focused on comprehending swordsmanship.

Another ten minutes passed.

The Hogyoku seemed to be "full," its size doubled, no longer emitting blue light, and floated quietly in the sky.

The light of the Zanpakuto was also becoming "introverted," revealing its original form.

The Zanpakuto that appeared in front of everyone had a shocking style.

It was neither like a samurai sword nor a Western sword.

Nor was it the kind of strange and weird Zanpakuto.

But...

Ancient sword!

Death Chu Yang's two Zanpakuto, one was pitch black, with golden patterns engraved on the blade, converging into a big river, the river was full of white bones, and a palace could be vaguely seen.

The other was snow-white, with cyan patterns engraved on the blade, depicting a sea of clouds. Above the sea of clouds, the sun, moon, and stars shone in all directions, and in the sea of clouds, a palace could also be vaguely seen.

The two palaces were extremely similar to the Soul Palace under everyone's feet.

"The final form of the Zanpakuto is related to the characteristics of the holder."

"What do these two swords represent?"

Pirate Chu Yang looked curiously at Death Chu Yang.

"Soul."

Death Chu Yang was concise.

Soul!

Everyone was chewing on this word repeatedly.

Their souls were ultimately the same person; they were both independent individuals and part of the whole.

This magnificent Soul Palace connected them.

"What is the name of the Zanpakuto?"

Jujutsu Chu Yang asked suddenly.

"Fengdu... Heavenly Gate..."

Death Chu Yang held the two Zanpakuto in both hands, light flashing in his eyes.

"The highest palace above the nine heavens and the deepest palace below the nine netherworlds? It seems we have been stuck with palaces all our lives!" Naruto Chu Yang complained.

Fog struck, and the "Chu Yangs" began to return to their respective worlds.

Jujutsu World.

Chu Yang swallowed Sukuna's finger, and the violent cursed energy swept around, and in an instant, it returned to calm again.

Chu Yang was as quiet as if he were dead.

Gojo Satoru had already taken off his black blindfold at this time, ready to deal with the worst situation.

"Although it's only one of twenty fingers, the strength definitely hasn't recovered to its peak, but the trouble is that he occupies Yang's body."

Gojo Satoru moved his body simply, his tone a bit irritable.

A genius who hadn't shown an innate technique but could rival a special-grade jujutsu sorcerer with cursed energy alone, in Gojo Satoru's view, Chu Yang was extremely compatible with Sukuna.

Fushiguro Megumi rarely saw Gojo Satoru show such an expression. No matter how bad the situation was in the past, the other party was always light and breezy, unchanging for ten thousand years.

But this time, he saw worry in Gojo Satoru's eyes.

"Is Teacher Yang's potential really that terrifying?"

"Could it be that he might be as strong as you in the future?"

Fushiguro Megumi couldn't help but ask.

"Not possible, but certain!"

"From the first day I met Yang, I felt that this kid was different from others. There are very few jujutsu sorcerers whose every move exceeds my predictions."

"And Yang is that kind of person. His talent is the kind of visible power. In a sense, it is no less than my Limitless technique."

"I still don't know his innate technique. Maybe he doesn't have one, but my intuition tells me it's impossible not to have one."

"Without calculating the innate technique, I tried to predict the battle with Yang."

"My conclusion is..."

"He has a 1% chance of defeating me."

Hearing this, Fushiguro Megumi's pupils contracted, very shocked.

In his heart, and even in the hearts of most jujutsu sorcerers, the name Gojo Satoru has always represented two words—

Invincible!

The recognized invincible Gojo Satoru actually said that someone could defeat him?

Even if the chance is a pitiful 1%...

But having a chance and not having a chance are two completely different things! And Gojo Satoru himself said that this was predicted without calculating the other party's innate technique, so the actual winning probability could only be higher.

Fushiguro Megumi's heart beat violently, and he could only take deep breaths to control his emotions. If these remarks were spoken out today, they would probably cause a huge uproar in the jujutsu world.

At this moment.

Chu Yang, who had been in a dazed state, slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear and bright.

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth suddenly rose.

The Chu Yang in front of him didn't look like he had been possessed by Sukuna.

Is it completely digested? Or temporarily suppressed?

Gojo Satoru was faintly looking forward to it.

Does there really exist a person in this world who can completely digest Sukuna's power?

For the sake of safety, Gojo Satoru decided to test Chu Yang.

His method was very simple.

Gojo Satoru's figure disappeared suddenly and appeared in front of Chu Yang instantly.

He held a pitch-black bead in his hand.

That was formed by him using jujutsu to continuously compress space.

The small bead was enough to destroy the school next to them.

At this time.

Gojo Satoru pressed the bead toward Chu Yang's face.

Feeling the terrifying power fluctuation, Chu Yang's expression gradually became lively, as if waking up from a dream.

The pupils in Chu Yang's eyes turned white, and blood-colored tomoe emerged.

The moment the Rinnegan appeared.

The bead in Gojo Satoru's hand disappeared, his expression became dull, and his consciousness fell into another space.

Just a little stunned, Gojo Satoru found himself in an unknown space, and everywhere he looked, there was white fog.

"What place?"

"I was still near the school just now, how did I..."

"At this age, I shouldn't have Alzheimer's yet, right?"

Gojo Satoru touched his chin, seemingly thinking about life, and suddenly remembered Chu Yang's strange pupils.

"Are those eyes Yang's technique? Is this his domain?"

"It's a bit similar to my Six Eyes."

"Worthy of being Little Yang-yang!"

Gojo Satoru praised Chu Yang in a shameful tone, and praised himself by the way.

At this moment, Chu Yang appeared in front of Gojo Satoru out of thin air.

The two looked at each other.

Chu Yang sighed, "Just consider it my request, don't call me in such a mushy tone again."

Gojo Satoru, who was enjoying it, didn't take Chu Yang's request to heart. He looked around like a curious baby, sizing up Chu Yang's illusion space.

"Is this in your domain?"

"No."

"Then where is this?"

"A space created by illusion."

"Is it a technique?"

"You can say that."

"It feels quite real to me. If this place is fake, then what is the situation outside at this moment?"

"No matter how long you spend in this space, it's only an instant outside."

"Oh~~~" Gojo Satoru looked at Chu Yang in amazement, "That's really amazing, being able to blur the concept of time, a very powerful technique."

Chu Yang snapped his fingers, and the surroundings immediately changed into the appearance of a classroom, the same layout as Jujutsu High.

"You should have more important questions, right?"

Chu Yang pulled out a chair and sat down casually.

Gojo Satoru stared at Chu Yang for a long time before asking: "How does it taste?"

Chu Yang frowned slightly, "It tastes terrible, like stuffing a piece of rubber into my mouth."

Gojo Satoru laughed, "Your state looks good. What about Sukuna?"

Chu Yang stretched, "It's not appropriate to describe it with death, it should be said that it has temporarily disappeared."

Gojo Satoru showed an expression of "as expected," and praised: "Not in the real world, but facing Sukuna in the spiritual world, that is his home field, this is not simple."

Chu Yang shook his head and said: "No matter where, his strength is worlds apart from his peak period. I just defeated Sukuna who was not in his peak period, this is a fact."

Gojo Satoru pulled out a chair, sat directly opposite Chu Yang, and stared at him straight. "Honestly, even if it's Sukuna with twenty fingers, you have the confidence to defeat him, right?"

If the Zanpakuto hadn't been born, Chu Yang would probably still have reservations.

But at this moment.

He nodded as a matter of course: "It's not confidence, but I will definitely win."

The powerful self-confidence in his words instantly infected Gojo Satoru, and an irrepressible excitement appeared on his face.

So similar!

This arrogant self-confidence even made Gojo Satoru have an illusion, as if he saw himself when he was young.

In heaven and on earth.

I alone am the honored one!

I really want to have a fight and try...

Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth, then took a deep breath and stared at Chu Yang.

Chu Yang said indifferently: "Just like you said before, this is my home field."

Gojo Satoru asked back: "So?"

Chu Yang shrugged, spread his hands and laughed; "You want to be beaten, I have no opinion, as long as you don't settle accounts after the autumn."

Cursed energy surged rapidly around Gojo Satoru, like a rushing river, his eyes like crystals, mysterious and beautiful.

The moment he wanted to perform jujutsu, all the cursed energy in his body disappeared.

That feeling was as if the cursed energy itself had been erased.

Gojo Satoru finally understood what Chu Yang meant by home field. If he wanted to, this world would change as he hoped.

Gojo Satoru had a deeper understanding of illusion.

The next second.

The scene changed.

Gojo Satoru was hung on a cross.

Chu Yang held a knife and stood in front of him.

The picture is very familiar.

Especially Gojo Satoru's snow-white hair, which easily made Chu Yang have an illusion.

Chu Yang intended to let Gojo Satoru try Kakashi's same set meal.

"I surrender..."

Perhaps feeling the unfriendly aura, Gojo Satoru surrendered immediately. It was a fool who insisted on such absolutely unfavorable conditions.

But Chu Yang didn't mean to stop, the knife in his hand had slowly pressed against Gojo Satoru's chest.

He showed a smile that made Gojo Satoru shudder!...

Real world.

Just in the blink of an eye, Gojo Satoru's dull eyes regained their brilliance.

Then it was occupied by fear.

Originally thought that the illusion space was a false existence, and it would not be very painful to encounter anything.

But every knife Chu Yang stabbed into him felt no different from the feeling of being injured in the real world.

The extreme pain of the knife tip piercing the vital point made Gojo Satoru think he was in reality.

What really made Gojo Satoru feel cold in his heart was that while experiencing inhuman torture, he couldn't perform any jujutsu! That kind of despair.

Like drowning in the vast ocean.

No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't grasp a glimmer of hope.

Fortunately, Chu Yang stopped at the right time and didn't start too hard. Although Gojo Satoru was a bit scared, he could still control his emotions.

If Gojo Satoru was really forced to the limit, out of self-protection, his body might explode in an unconscious state.

By then, after Gojo Satoru escaped the illusion, he might really fight Chu Yang to the death.

Gojo Satoru organized his emotions and asked Fushiguro Megumi behind him, "How long have I been dazed?"

Fushiguro Megumi answered blankly: "You weren't dazed, you just froze for a moment when the technique disappeared."

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath and gradually showed a creepy smile.

Fushiguro Megumi shuddered.

This smile only appeared when Gojo Satoru was very angry.

Chu Yang spoke first: "It was you who wanted to experience it, we agreed not to settle accounts after the autumn."

Gojo Satoru's expression solidified, his face flushed, and a burst of anger stuck in his throat, almost suffocating him.

"Teacher Yang, are you okay?"

Fushiguro Megumi looked at Chu Yang in surprise, interrupting Gojo Satoru's anger bar.

Chu Yang nodded with a smile.

"Sukuna's finger..."

"It has been absorbed by him."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand, signaling Fushiguro Megumi not to continue questioning, completely ignoring the latter's shocked expression.

"Come back to the High School with me. The fact that you swallowed Sukuna's finger can't be hidden, so it's better to say it out voluntarily."

"Jujutsu sorcerers like you who swallow Sukuna in pursuit of power are countless in the history of the jujutsu world, but they all failed."

"Now it seems that the best choice is to let you absorb all the remaining fingers and solve this biggest trouble in the jujutsu world for thousands of years."

Gojo Satoru put on his blindfold again, seemingly giving up the plan to fight Chu Yang here.

(End of chapter)