Chapter 95

The battle ended, and the Aurors were responsible for cleaning up the scene; whether they were dead Death Eaters or living ones, they were now under their jurisdiction.

Mr. Lucius Malfoy's situation was dire.

Although he kept insisting that he had been coerced by Voldemort.

Given that he had used the same excuse last time, he would likely find it hard to escape imprisonment this time.

Even if he wasn't sent to Azkaban, his fate would certainly not be good.

As for Azkaban...

Professor McGonagall informed Fudge about the Dementors defecting to Voldemort; the latter's expression turned ugly, yet he did not directly state how he would handle the aftermath.

Professor McGonagall felt somewhat worried.

Cornelius Oswald Fudge had always placed great trust in the Dementors during his tenure as Minister for Magic.

It wasn't that there were no doubts from the outside world, but Fudge, possessing confidence from who knows where, always believed the Dementors would help him guard Azkaban well.

One had to know that this group of monsters had been Voldemort's allies during the last upheaval.

The large-scale prison break of Death Eaters had already pushed Fudge's credibility to the forefront of the storm, and now it had confirmed the fact that they were once again helping the Dark Lord attack Hogwarts.

In order to keep his position, Professor McGonagall felt that the other party would try his best to suppress this matter.

For example, by saying that Voldemort had not returned at all.

And that this attack was just some nonsense like retaliation from Death Eaters.

With Fudge's obsession with power, it was entirely possible for him to do such a thing.

By the time the Ministry of Magic had taken everyone away, the sunset had already fallen, leaving only a few clouds glowing like fire.

Professor McGonagall found Dumbledore and voiced her concerns.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Professor McGonagall, you have always performed excellently in both teaching and handling school affairs; you are very well-suited to serve as the next headmaster."

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment; she did not know why Dumbledore was beating around the bush.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, that is not important; what is more urgent than that right now is..."

"No, Professor McGonagall, it is important, because I will no longer continue to serve as the headmaster of Hogwarts."

"What?!!"

Professor McGonagall exclaimed, drawing side-glances from the surrounding teachers.

She whispered, "That won't do, Hogwarts cannot do without you."

Dumbledore looked at the tall castle on the cliff, his eyes full of emotion. "This castle is my home, but it is also my shackle. During my time here, my vision has become narrow, unable to see the rapid changes happening outside."

Professor McGonagall did not understand Dumbledore's words and asked, "Hogwarts is the starting point for wizards, and all changes should start here as well."

Dumbledore's gaze was profound as he sighed softly, "As you said, it is only 'wizards', after all."

Professor McGonagall seemed to have guessed Dumbledore's thoughts and frowned, "The change you speak of is... Muggles?"

Dumbledore smiled, "A student once told me that as time passes, the destruction of the magical world is imminent."

Professor McGonagall smiled, not taking it to heart.

"At first, my attitude was much like yours; magic is so mysterious and powerful, how could it possibly be destroyed?"

"But the seed of doubt was still planted in my heart; you know, my curiosity has always been very strong."

Dumbledore joked, then continued, "During the time I was searching for Horcruxes, I was also frequently entering the Muggle world. Unlike before, I became curious about their world and stopped to observe it."

"Gradually, I learned one thing, and thus I began to worry; this worry is even more intense than what Voldemort brought me!"

Professor McGonagall did not know what Dumbledore was worried about, but the other party's emotions still infected her, making her heart tighten instantly.

"They are changing every moment, but what about us?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore, we are also progressing."

"Does occasionally inventing a few new spells count as progress?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I don't understand; isn't this enough?"

Facing Professor McGonagall's questioning, Dumbledore said decisively, "Not enough!"

"Professor McGonagall, the magical world did not start promoting pure-blood theory only in the Voldemort era; thousands of years have passed, and we still haven't changed a bit."

"How much longer are we going to dwell on these trivial matters?"

Professor McGonagall asked doubtfully, "Is this a trivial matter..."

Dumbledore sighed and said, "Compared to the survival of the magical world, it is of course just a trivial matter."

Professor McGonagall covered her mouth, looking at Dumbledore in surprise.

"The magical world cannot remain hidden forever; the technology of the Muggle world is becoming more and more advanced, and the space for our survival will only become narrower."

"The two worlds will always collide one day; what will wizards do then?"

"Fight?"

"Thousands of years ago, when facing Muggles who only had swords, wizards had to choose to disappear; now they not only have machine guns, but also airplanes and cannons!"

"How many cannonballs can the Hogwarts barrier defend against?"

Professor McGonagall wanted to retort, but every word of Dumbledore's was so resonant.

In fact, many wizards knew clearly that the magical world was the weaker side, but their inner pride did not allow them to admit it.

Because wizards were born different.

"It is time to change. In the past, mortals rejected us because they feared the power of wizards, but in the future, they might even destroy us because we are different."

Dumbledore no longer used "Muggles" to refer to ordinary people who did not understand magic, but instead chose the word "mortals".

"Now is the best time; we are not yet completely decayed, and they are strong enough not to be afraid, so both sides can communicate as equals."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall seemed to understand what Dumbledore was going to do, and her emotions became agitated.

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and smiled, "I must lead the magical world to make changes, so I will become the new Minister for Magic."

Not running for election, but becoming.

This old man, who had lost count of how many times he had refused the position of Minister for Magic in his life, was finally going to step onto an unprecedented stage.

At the same time, Chu Yang had quietly arrived in another space.

A familiar palace.

A familiar throne.

Not long after Voldemort died, Magic Chu Yang felt the summons of the Soul Palace. By the time he came to his senses, the people around him were already full. After sharing memories, everyone knew the news of Voldemort's death.

Demon Slayer Chu Yang spoke first, "How does it feel to finish off the BOSS?"

Magic Chu Yang smiled, "Even emptier than you..."

Early Voldemort could still be considered a threat, but as each clone grew by leaps and bounds, he became less and less significant.

Marvel Chu Yang said, "From now on, you can synchronize and share memories and abilities, right?"

Magic Chu Yang nodded. Now, like Demon Slayer Chu Yang, he could share abilities and memories with himself in every world at any time.

No longer needing to rely on the Soul Palace to perform "updates".

This was very good news for the Chu Yangs of other worlds.

The improvement in sword skills mainly relied on Demon Slayer Chu Yang. The 【Origin Breathing·First Form·Sun and Moon Rotation】 that Marvel Chu Yang used to deal with the Destroyer Armor was a masterpiece of Demon Slayer Chu Yang, and its power was very considerable.

From now on, spell-type abilities, including ninjutsu and ghost arts, could be fully entrusted to Magic Chu Yang to research.

This greatly reduced the pressure on Naruto Chu Yang and Bleach Chu Yang.

The former needed to spend time extracting the Otsutsuki bloodline, while the latter needed to awaken his Zanpakuto as soon as possible.

As for cursed techniques, Jujutsu Chu Yang had not yet awakened his innate technique, and among non-innate techniques, he had only learned barrier techniques and the application of a small part of cursed techniques, which had little research value.

However, Magic Chu Yang was preparing to blend all kinds of different techniques, and by then, ninjutsu and ghost arts might be able to be performed in the form of cursed techniques.

There was no need to waste energy on learning cursed techniques; one only needed to master the application of cursed energy well.

Another point was that the more and stronger the "self" in each world, the stronger Chu Yang's cursed energy would become, and besides cursed techniques, there were even more terrifying skills like 【Black Flash】.

The so-called 【Black Flash】 refers to the spatial distortion that occurs when the error between a physical strike and a cursed energy impact is within 0.000001 seconds, and its power is the cursed energy intensity and physical strength to the power of 2.5.

People who have had 【Black Flash】 experience and those who have not have a world of difference in the distance to the core of cursed energy; simply put, the control over cursed energy is completely different.

Taking Gojo Satoru for comparison, Chu Yang's cursed energy intensity was certainly not as strong as Gojo Satoru's, but if physical strength were added, Chu Yang was confident in closing the gap with the other party.

Overall, the power of 【Black Flash】 between the two was not much different.

In the Jujutsu world, no cursed spirit or jujutsu sorcerer could withstand Gojo Satoru's 【Black Flash】; in other words, Chu Yang's 【Black Flash】 was also absolutely destructive.

Therefore, rather than specializing in cursed techniques, it was better to focus on 【Black Flash】, as the latter's potential had almost no upper limit.

However, ever since curses appeared in the world, no jujutsu sorcerer had been able to actively perform 【Black Flash】; the 0.000001-second error was simply too harsh.

Most jujutsu sorcerers who performed 【Black Flash】 did so unintentionally by instinct during battle.

Jujutsu Chu Yang's current goal was to become the first person to actively perform 【Black Flash】.

With the help of Magic Chu Yang, this would succeed sooner or later.

It was a pity that the Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu that Naruto Chu Yang had just learned not long ago could not carry power other than chakra, especially special powers like cursed energy that originated from negative emotions.

If one could use Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu to explore the knack of performing 【Black Flash】, the whole process would only be faster.

Magic Chu Yang and Jujutsu Chu Yang chatted briefly, then walked to the side of Marvel Chu Yang, and the two began to discuss the magic of Asgard.

Asgardians have extraordinary physiques by nature and do not need wands as media to control the output of magic power; their bodies are the best wands.

Chu Yang's physique was also very different from normal people, and he could fully learn from their spellcasting mode. After in-depth study, he immediately had new ideas for improving wandless spellcasting.

After Magic Chu Yang went back, it probably wouldn't take long before he could perform the Imperius Curse in the form of wandless spellcasting.

This would be of great help to Marvel Chu Yang's future activities, as he wanted to use this to control the entire Hydra organization.

After the Battle of New York, the Hydra hidden in S. H. I. E. L. D. would take away the Cosmic Cube and the Mind Scepter, and he was determined to get these two things.

Since they could create Captain Marvel, Scarlet Witch, and Vision, they could also push Chu Yang's power to a higher level.

In a situation where the Avengers were clearly going to lose, he did not want to pin his hope of survival on the 50% probability of Thanos's snap.

A moment later, the mist brought everyone back to their own worlds.

Jujutsu world.

The morning sun spilled onto a large bed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Chu Yang was dazzled by the sunlight and couldn't open his eyes, muttering as he climbed out of bed.

Taking a large bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, Chu Yang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, drinking while looking out at the bustling commercial street not far away.

The house Chu Yang lived in now was a high-end apartment in the center of Tokyo.

This apartment was his dream during his time as a corporate slave.

Not long after becoming a jujutsu sorcerer, he had saved up more money than ordinary people working 996 for a lifetime could ever earn.

Matching the high salary was higher risk.

In the jujutsu sorcerer line of work, there were plenty of people who died before they could spend their money.

After appreciating the busy backs of corporate slaves, Chu Yang left the balcony. He went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out a piece of leftover marbled beef from last night, and fried it in a frying pan.

Listening to the sizzling sound in the pan and smelling the aroma of the meat, Chu Yang swallowed his saliva.

Just as he was about to put the medium-rare beef into his mouth, the phone on the table rang. Chu Yang picked it up and saw that the caller ID was Nanami Kento.

He answered the phone.

"Senior Nanami, what's up so early in the morning?"

"I heard you took down another Grade 1 cursed spirit last night?"

"That cursed spirit was injured; I just picked up the scraps."

"You said the same thing last time!"

Chu Yang put the piping hot grilled meat into his mouth, exhaling continuously, and said vaguely, "Senior, don't worry. As a corporate slave like me, I'll definitely run if the situation doesn't look right."

Nanami Kento on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, then said lightly, "Take it easy; don't disregard everything just for money."

Chu Yang was very surprised, "Senior, you would actually say something like that?"

Nanami Kento replied stiffly, "You became a jujutsu sorcerer because of me; I don't want to end up collecting your corpse, which would affect my mood for retirement."

Chu Yang nodded, "Then I'll try my best not to die. But having said that, you wouldn't have called me so early in the morning just for this, right?"

Nanami Kento said, "Of course not, I'm not that free. You have to come to the technical college; something big has happened!"

Chu Yang glanced at the time displayed on his phone.

December 20, 2017.

Four days later, the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

There were two schools in the Jujutsu world that trained jujutsu sorcerers.

Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.

Kyoto Prefectural Curse Technical College.

And the technical college Nanami Kento spoke of referred to the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, which was also where Gojo Satoru worked as a teacher.

The technical college was like Hogwarts in the Harry Potter world.

The slight difference was that the technical college also possessed some powers and obligations similar to the "Ministry of Magic".

The apartment Chu Yang lived in was very far from the technical college; it took about thirty minutes by taxi to get nearby. Gojo Satoru and Nanami Kento had brought him here once before.

For a jujutsu sorcerer like Chu Yang who started halfway, someone needed to act as a guarantor to complete the registration of identity.

The technical college was located in a deep mountain forest on the outskirts of Tokyo. There was a narrow two-lane road outside for vehicles to drive on; if one was not careful, it would likely lead to a tragedy.

No ordinary people would come here.

After getting off the taxi, Chu Yang walked slowly up the mountain road. A moment later, he saw a group of buildings with a very retro style. Nanami Kento, dressed in workplace attire, was standing at the end of the road waiting for him.

Chu Yang himself was also wearing a suit and tie.

Standing together, the two looked like office workers who had come here on a business trip.

"Senior Nanami, can you change your outfit?"

"You're the same, why are you criticizing me?"

The two were bickering when Gojo Satoru suddenly appeared, saying with a smile, "The two of you are as close as ever."

Chu Yang said with a look of disgust, "Senior Gojo, that sentence is a bit disgusting."

Nanami Kento frowned, "Although you were annoying before, you are undoubtedly the most annoying now."

Gojo Satoru clutched his heart and said sadly, "I'll be sad if you say that to me."

Nanami Kento walked quickly past Gojo Satoru.

"Ignoring me will also make me sad, Nanami-nanami~~~" Gojo Satoru shouted behind him.

"That's enough, even I'm starting to feel embarrassed!" Chu Yang reminded.

"Is that so? Then let's stop here for today." Gojo Satoru scratched his head, then led Chu Yang inside, "I heard you've been very active lately, exorcising quite a few Grade 1 cursed spirits. In just two or three months, your rating has been changed three times; basically, it has to be changed every month. The higher-ups are under a lot of work pressure."

Chu Yang shrugged and responded, "It doesn't matter if it's changed or not; I don't really care about this. They can do whatever they want. High pressure makes it easy to go bald, but given the age of those higher-ups, they probably don't have much hair left anyway."

Gojo Satoru's mouth curled up, "You really are interesting, much more interesting than Nanami-nanami."

Walking along the way, Chu Yang saw many people: students, teachers, and... a panda! Chu Yang stopped and looked carefully at the panda in front of him.

It was a completely independent cursed corpse created by the principal of the Tokyo Metropolitan Technical College, Yaga Masamichi, possessing an independent personality and emotions.

"Why are you staring at me?"

The panda was a bit unhappy with Chu Yang's gaze and raised its fist to issue a warning.

"Because I like pandas very much."

Chu Yang answered honestly.

Hearing this, the panda immediately stopped being angry, laughed embarrassedly, and looked at Chu Yang with much more kindness.

While they were talking, two men and one woman were approaching.

Among the three, a boy with the lower half of his face covered said to Gojo Satoru, "Seaweed."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand, "Hello, student Inumaki."

The other man and woman were also greeting him.

"Yuta-kun, Maki, when did you arrive?"

"Just when you went out."

Zenin Maki, with a well-proportioned figure, looked at Chu Yang and asked, "Teacher Gojo, this person looks very young; is he also a student at our school?"

Gojo Satoru shook his head, "Unfortunately, no. But you should have heard his name; you even asked me about him not long ago."

Zenin Maki thought for a while, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she said in shock, "He is that guy who took down five Grade 1 cursed spirits in one month? I remember the name seems to be..."

"Yang!" Gojo Satoru danced and said loudly in an exaggerated tone, "This rising star of the jujutsu world is called Yang!"

Many people around heard Gojo Satoru's voice and subsequently focused their attention on Chu Yang.

Regarding this genius jujutsu sorcerer who started halfway, all forces in the jujutsu world had already heard of him, and everyone was curious about what this young man looked like.

For a time, the upcoming Night Parade of a Hundred Demons seemed unimportant, and all topics revolved around Chu Yang.

Zenin Maki ignored the clowning Gojo Satoru and stared straight at Chu Yang, asking, "I heard that so far, you have only used taijutsu in the process of exorcising cursed spirits?"

Chu Yang smiled, "Can't help it, just entered the industry, don't really know how to use cursed techniques, can only rely on my body to make a living."

Relying on his body to make a living...

Many people's mouths twitched upon hearing this. In just a few months, he had become a Grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer; was this living so easy to make? Why couldn't others do it? Zenin Maki whispered, "Can we have a spar later?"

Chu Yang scratched his head, "Let's forget it; I have to save my strength for the mission. This mission seems quite troublesome."

Zenin Maki was a bit anxious. She was born without a technique, her cursed energy level was about the same as an ordinary person's, and she couldn't even see the existence of cursed spirits. Observing cursed spirits and fighting them required relying on cursed tools.

Compared to Toji Fushiguro's "Heavenly Restriction" with 0 cursed energy, Zenin Maki's "Heavenly Restriction" was not pure. Although her physical functions were also far superior to ordinary people, she still couldn't reach Toji Fushiguro's abnormal level.

At the same time, Zenin Maki did not possess Toji Fushiguro's high resistance to curses.

The way for her to improve herself, besides collecting powerful cursed tools, was only the path of strengthening taijutsu.

There were very few jujutsu sorcerers qualified to give her guidance in this regard; she herself was a master of taijutsu.

Gojo Satoru's strength was on a completely different level and had nothing to do with taijutsu skills, so he couldn't help her either.

And the fighting style Chu Yang currently displayed was exactly the same path as hers.

Let alone guidance, even just a simple fight could bring Zenin Maki quite a bit of inspiration.

"It won't waste much of your time!"

Zenin Maki said excitedly to Chu Yang.

"Please help Sister Maki."

Okkotsu Yuta next to him said sincerely.

Inumaki Toge followed with a deep bow.

The panda struggled for a long time and said reluctantly, "If you agree to her, I'll let you touch the fur on my body; it's very comfortable!"

Chu Yang refused immediately, "No need, I have no interest in your fur."

Zenin Maki glared fiercely at the panda, who laughed dryly and shut up honestly.

"Just have a fight, little Yang-yang~~~"

Gojo Satoru didn't know when he had drilled behind Chu Yang and whispered in his ear, "I also want to know your current strength. If you think Maki's strength is not enough, it's not impossible for me to fight you..."

Everyone present was shocked when they heard this!

Gojo Satoru put his arm around Chu Yang's shoulder, saying shocking things nonchalantly.

Chu Yang knocked his hand away and said lightly, "If I fight you, I'll have to rest for a few months. Do you know how much money I can earn in these few months?"

Gojo Satoru clutched his forehead helplessly, "You've been taught badly by that guy Nanami; money is all you see when you open or close your eyes."

Chu Yang said with contempt, "You come from a big family and don't know how hard it is for a corporate slave to earn money. It's easy for you to talk. I'm in this line of work; if not for money, is it for charity?"

Being pushed back repeatedly by Chu Yang, Gojo Satoru raised his hands in surrender, but in his heart, he recalled a sentence from his best friend.

Jujutsu sorcerers exist to protect non-jujutsu sorcerers.

Gojo Satoru looked at the young man in front of him and suddenly laughed loudly, "I'm really glad you're a jujutsu sorcerer who started halfway as a corporate slave. Having experienced the dark side of society, you won't hold any naive ideas."

"It's even more impossible for you to go to extremes because of a collapse of faith; you have no faith at all, only money in your eyes..."

"Hahahaha!"

Chu Yang couldn't quite tell if this guy was praising people or mocking them.

"Teacher Gojo, it's not very good to say that, right?"

Okkotsu Yuta reminded cautiously.

"It's okay, this guy has a very strong psychological endurance; don't underestimate corporate slaves!"

Gojo Satoru said righteously.

Chu Yang suddenly felt his hands itching, but before mastering the active release of 【Black Flash】, he decided to endure it.

Gojo Satoru's laughter soon attracted a tall, cold-faced middle-aged man.

"Gojo Satoru, be quiet! The meeting is about to start!"

"Students, don't gather; today's meeting has nothing to do with you!"

The middle-aged man had a strong aura; one could guess his identity just by his attitude towards Gojo Satoru.

Principal of the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College — Yaga Masamichi.

As a very rare master of cursed corpse creation, although Yaga Masamichi was a Grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer, the jujutsu world's emphasis on him was no less than that of a Special Grade jujutsu sorcerer.

And he had also created a completely independent cursed corpse like the panda.

If he hadn't publicly claimed that the panda's birth was an accident, Yaga Masamichi would have long been recognized as a Special Grade jujutsu sorcerer.

The appearance of Yaga Masamichi meant that the meeting had officially begun.

Before Zenin Maki left, she was still staring at Chu Yang with sincere eyes. He really had no choice but to reluctantly agree to the other party's request.

Gojo Satoru, thinking the more chaos the better, clapped his hands and cheered on the sidelines.

Then he was glared at fiercely by Yaga Masamichi again.

The jujutsu sorcerers invited by the technical college entered the meeting room one after another. When Chu Yang stepped through the door, Yaga Masamichi suddenly glanced at him.

His gaze was filled with emotion.

The last time Chu Yang met Yaga Masamichi was the day Gojo Satoru brought him over to register as a jujutsu sorcerer.

Yaga Masamichi didn't think much of Chu Yang at first.

But under Gojo Satoru's strong recommendation, he still let Chu Yang become a jujutsu sorcerer.

This was also the consistent attitude of the entire jujutsu world towards jujutsu sorcerers not from the technical college.

Thinking about it carefully, it was also very normal.

How could a top-tier prestigious university look down on a vocational school student? However, not long after, Chu Yang used his actions to fiercely slap some higher-ups in the face, especially some arrogant jujutsu sorcerers who considered themselves from noble families.

Everyone took their seats.

Chu Yang sat next to Nanami Kento, while Gojo Satoru stood in the corner, still in that sloppy manner.

The assistant supervisor responsible for the later stages of the technical college — Ijichi Kiyotaka began to preside over the meeting.

The board behind him was covered with information.

The protagonist of the information was the planner of the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, Geto Suguru.

Geto Suguru was originally a student at the technical college and was also Gojo Satoru's contemporary. The two were best friends and were known as the strongest of the technical college.

The former Geto Suguru was a model youth and firmly believed that jujutsu sorcerers should protect the weak, until he realized that the dark and ugly side of humanity was even more disgusting than cursed spirits; only then did Geto Suguru's thoughts begin to change, and his inner justice gradually disintegrated.

By chance, Geto Suguru learned the principle of the generation of cursed spirits from the Special Grade jujutsu sorcerer Tsukumo Yuki.

Ordinary people cannot control the weak cursed energy formed by their own negative emotions.

When this cursed energy leaks to the outside world and continues to grow under the accumulation of negative emotions, it will eventually form a curse.

Cursed spirits are just one form of expression.

Therefore, Geto Suguru thought that as long as a world with only jujutsu sorcerers was created, cursed spirits would not be generated.

In other words, that meant killing all ordinary humans who could not become jujutsu sorcerers.

After experiencing various ugliness of human nature, Geto Suguru's malice towards ordinary people grew, and he eventually embarked on an extreme path.

During a mission, Geto Suguru witnessed ignorant villagers in a certain village persecuting two little girls who possessed cursed energy, and his anger at human nature finally reached its peak.

Geto Suguru killed all those villagers and left with the two little girls. From then on, he changed from a jujutsu sorcerer to a curse user in the evil camp, and absorbed some curse users in the same situation to establish the "Geto Group".

Geto Suguru's cursed technique was called Cursed Spirit Manipulation, which could absorb natural cursed spirits for his own use.

In Chu Yang's view, Geto Suguru was the Pokémon Master of the Jujutsu world, but the process was a bit disgusting.

Absorbing cursed spirits required turning the cursed spirit into a black spherical object and then swallowing it into the body.

The process of swallowing was like eating a rag that had wiped up vomit.

Just thinking about it was disgusting enough.

Geto Suguru could actually swallow five thousand times!

Looking at it this way, it was only a matter of time before he went to the extreme; anyone playing like this would go crazy.

Strong as he was, Chu Yang still respectfully declined such a disgusting cursed technique.

When the strength difference was more than two grades, Geto Suguru could forcibly acquire cursed spirits, skipping the stage of subjugation.

Therefore, Geto Suguru, who had reached Special Grade strength, possessed five thousand cursed spirits of Grade 2 and below.

The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons he spoke of was to release these thousands of cursed spirits into Tokyo and Shinjuku, carrying out indiscriminate slaughter of ordinary people.

After the jujutsu sorcerers participating in the meeting heard Ijichi Kiyotaka's report, many people showed confused expressions.

Although the other party was coming aggressively, the strength was not as strong as imagined? Yaga Masamichi also voiced their doubts, "No matter how many cursed spirits there are, they are just Grade 2 small fry and do not constitute a threat. As for those curse users around Geto Suguru, the number is not large..."

Gojo Satoru reminded on the sidelines, "This is the strange part. Based on your understanding of Geto Suguru, would he wage a war that is destined to lose?"

His words implied that Geto Suguru had other conspiracies.

It was just that no one thought Geto Suguru's goal was the Special Grade cursed spirit possessed by Okkotsu Yuta.

"Queen of Curses" Orimoto Rika.

Because Geto Suguru had once told a lie when he was a student, saying that he could not absorb cursed spirits that had a master-servant relationship.

Actually, this was wrong.

As long as the master of the cursed spirit is killed.

The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons was to lure the tiger away from the mountain, so that Okkotsu Yuta would have no one around him. Yaga Masamichi would not let Okkotsu Yuta participate in the defense of Tokyo or Shinjuku.

Because Orimoto Rika's power was too strong, Okkotsu Yuta could not yet fully control it.

If something went wrong, it would likely become a more serious incident than the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

Letting him stay at the technical college was the safe choice.

Geto Suguru had long anticipated this, which was why he planned this action.

But Yaga Masamichi couldn't imagine Geto Suguru's purpose at all. After hearing Gojo Satoru's reminder, he could only anxiously request support to deal with the upcoming Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

Just when Yaga Masamichi was in a hurry, Chu Yang spoke up in the noise, "I want to know where the current information about Geto Suguru comes from?"

The meeting room became a little quieter, and many people looked at Chu Yang.

Ijichi Kiyotaka adjusted his glasses and explained, "Most of it is personal information preserved from Geto Suguru's time at the technical college."

Chu Yang asked, "Is there a possibility of error?"

Yaga Masamichi shook his head, "The possibility is not high, because at the technical college, we often test students' abilities and constantly update records. You started halfway, so it's normal not to understand this."

Subsequently, some mocking cold laughter came, seemingly ridiculing Chu Yang for being a half-baked person.

Chu Yang originally wanted to give a reminder, but after seeing the attitude of this group of people, he immediately had a new idea and decided to keep silent.

Compared to Geto Suguru, Chu Yang detested the self-righteous higher-ups of the Curse Technical College even more.

Most of them came from jujutsu families.

When it comes to evil, these people are no less than curse users like Geto Suguru.

After the meeting, Chu Yang was assigned to participate in the defense of Kyoto, executing the mission together with the Tokyo Metropolitan Technical College.

"You seem to have something to say? If you don't mind, you can tell me."

Gojo Satoru appeared silently beside Chu Yang.

"No, just curious about Geto Suguru as a person."

Since he decided not to help the technical college, Chu Yang would of course not expose Geto Suguru's lie.

Gojo Satoru did not continue to pursue the question and walked the whole way in silence, which was unprecedented.

Until the two walked outside and found that Zenin Maki and the others were still waiting for Chu Yang.

"Really persistent, thought they had left."

Chu Yang had no choice but to greet them and say, "Since we're going to fight, let's find a place."

Zenin Maki excitedly took Chu Yang to the sports field of the technical college.

Interestingly, Nanami Kento also followed, standing on the sidelines with Gojo Satoru, intending to observe this contest.

Gojo Satoru said to Nanami Kento with a smile, "Maki is only a Grade 4 for ten thousand years on the surface. If they really fight, she also has the strength of a quasi-Grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer and won't necessarily lose."

The panda and the others were cheering for Zenin Maki. Nanami Kento watched for a while before saying, "She will definitely lose."

Gojo Satoru smiled slyly and teased, "What deep trust."

Nanami Kento spoke slowly, saying meaningfully, "Senior Gojo hasn't seen him much since the last time you helped him register as a jujutsu sorcerer, right?"

"You only know about Yang's battle with cursed spirits from the information provided by Ijichi Kiyotaka and haven't seen it with your own eyes..."

Gojo Satoru scratched his head and said regretfully, "Judging by your tone, I seem to have missed something very interesting."

Nanami Kento moved his neck and said, "Watch slowly, you'll know what I mean soon."

Gojo Satoru turned around, watching the two on the sports field.

"Mr. Chu Yang is already a professional jujutsu sorcerer. I'll use a cursed tool to fight you, it should be fine, right?"

Zenin Maki had a huge bag at her feet, which seemed to contain quite a few cursed tools.

Chu Yang nodded, agreeing to the other party's proposal.

If she didn't use a cursed tool, Zenin Maki probably wouldn't last even a second in his hands.

Chu Yang reminded kindly, "You'd better wear protective gear."

Zenin Maki took a deep breath. This reminder made her somewhat angry. If the other party didn't think the strength gap was too large, why would he let her wear protective gear? Clang~ Zenin Maki pulled a naginata out of the bag, with rich cursed energy surging on it. Whether it was against cursed spirits or cursed techniques, this naginata was very strong.

It belonged to the top grade in Zenin Maki's collection.

It could be seen that she attached great importance to this battle.

Chu Yang tilted his body slightly, signaling her to attack.

Zenin Maki's expression sank, and she stepped forward. In an instant, her figure was like a ghost.

The naginata drew a semicircle in the air, slashing obliquely towards Chu Yang's chest and abdomen.

Chu Yang jumped lightly, and the naginata slid under his feet.

The next moment.

Zenin Maki spotted the flaw when Chu Yang was in mid-air, raised both hands, and the naginata followed the momentum to lift upwards.

The blade went straight for Chu Yang's lower body vital points.

"That's going too far!"

Chu Yang shouted, twisted his waist, flipped upside down, and reached out two fingers to clamp the naginata.

With a forceful snap.

The top-grade cursed tool naginata shattered suddenly, like a poorly made toy from a roadside stall.

Zenin Maki's pupils shrank suddenly.

The cheering on the sidelines also stopped abruptly.

The two boys and the panda also widened their eyes, somewhat at a loss.

"Just now... he didn't use cursed energy to strengthen his body."

Gojo Satoru pulled off the blindfold on his eyes and observed Chu Yang's battle through the gap.

"Pure physical strength."

Nanami Kento added lightly.

Gojo Satoru knew that Chu Yang's physical talent was excellent and had compared him to Toji Fushiguro before.

It was just that Gojo Satoru didn't expect him to have cashed in on his talent so quickly.

After losing the naginata, Zenin Maki didn't immediately change to another cursed tool.

Instead, she rushed straight towards Chu Yang, intending to fight him hand-to-hand.

Without the heavy naginata, Zenin Maki's movement speed became a bit faster.

She first made a feint from the front, faked Chu Yang out, then quickly circled to his weak side and threw a punch at his liver area at the waist.

Known in the martial arts world as the "Liver-Exploding Punch".

Chu Yang was speechless. This woman was either attacking his lower body vitals or hitting his liver and kidneys, every move aimed at important parts.

One careless move and he'd be a eunuch for the rest of his life.

Damn it! Directly use Armament Haki! When Zenin Maki hit Chu Yang's waist, her face was happy at first.

Then it turned pale suddenly, as if she had encountered unbearable pain.

At the same time, a crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.

Zenin Maki let out a muffled groan, took a few steps back, and said angrily, "You have protective gear inside your clothes?"

Chu Yang smiled and took off his upper garment directly, revealing his sturdy body.

No protective gear!

Zenin Maki couldn't believe it. How could a human body be hard to this extent? "I told you to wear protective gear, you didn't listen. Now you're injured, are we still fighting?"

Chu Yang yawned; those few hits just now didn't even count as a warm-up.

Zenin Maki gritted her teeth and spat out a word.

"Fight!"

(End of chapter)