socalfunplaces Chapter 95 Ghostly Night Walk
Chapter 95 Ghostly Night Walk
Chapter 95 The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons
After the battle, the Aurors were in charge of cleaning up the mess, whether it was the dead Death Eaters or the living ones.
Mr. Lucius Malfoy is in a very bad situation.
Although he kept saying that he was coerced by Voldemort.
However, given that he gave the same excuse last time, he will likely face imprisonment this time.
Even if they weren't sent to Azkaban, their fate would definitely not be good.
As for Azkaban.
Professor McGonagall informed Fudge that the Dementors had switched sides to Voldemort, who looked grim but did not directly indicate what to do next.
Professor McGonagall was somewhat worried.
Cornelius Oswald Fudge trusted the Dementors implicitly throughout his tenure as Minister of Magic.
There were doubts from the outside world, but Fudge had an inexplicable confidence that the Dementors would help him guard Azkaban.
It's important to know that these monsters were Voldemort's allies during the last upheaval.
The Death Eaters' massive breakout had already put Fudge's reputation in jeopardy, and now it was confirmed that they were once again helping the Dark Lord attack Hogwarts.
In order to save her job, Professor McGonagall thought the other party would do their best to suppress the matter.
For example, some say that Voldemort was never resurrected.
This attack is just some nonsense about Death Eaters retaliating.
Given Fudge's obsession with power, it's entirely possible he would do such a thing.
By the time the Ministry of Magic had taken everyone away, the sun had already set, leaving only a few fiery clouds.
Professor McGonagall approached Dumbledore and shared her concerns.
Dumbledore smiled and said, "Professor McGonagall, you have always performed exceptionally well in both teaching and handling school affairs. You are very suitable to be the next headmaster."
Professor McGonagall paused, wondering why Dumbledore was changing the subject.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, that's not important. What's more urgent now is—"
"No, Professor McGonagall, this is important because I will no longer be the headmaster of Hogwarts."
"What?!"
Professor McGonagall exclaimed, drawing the attention of the surrounding teachers.
She whispered, "This won't do. Hogwarts can't do without you."
Dumbledore gazed at the towering castle atop the cliff, his eyes filled with emotion. "This castle is my home, but also my bondage. During my time here, my vision has become narrowed, and I can no longer see the ever-changing world outside."
Professor McGonagall didn't understand Dumbledore's words and asked, "Hogwarts is the starting point for wizarding, and all changes should begin here."
Dumbledore's gaze was deep, and he sighed softly, "You yourself said, just a 'wizard'."
Professor McGonagall seemed to have guessed Dumbledore's thoughts, and frowned, saying, "The change you're referring to is—Muggles?"
Dumbledore chuckled and said, "A student once told me that, as time goes by, the destruction of the wizarding world is imminent."
Professor McGonagall smiled, unconcerned.
"At first, my attitude was similar to 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, I've always been very curious."
Dumbledore joked, then continued, "During my search for Horcruxes, I also frequently visited the Muggle world. Unlike before, I became curious about their world and stopped to observe it."
"Gradually, I came to understand something, and I began to worry—a worry even stronger than that Voldemort had instilled in me!"
Professor McGonagall didn't know what Dumbledore was worried about, but his emotions still affected her, making her heart leap into her throat.
"They are constantly changing, but what about us?"
"Headmaster Dumbledore, we are also making progress."
"Can inventing a new spell occasionally be considered progress?"
"Headmaster Dumbledore, I don't understand. Isn't this enough?"
Faced with Professor McGonagall's questioning, Dumbledore replied firmly, "Not enough!"
"Professor McGonagall, the wizarding world didn't start advocating the pure-blood theory in Voldemort's time. Thousands of years have passed, and we haven't changed at all."
"How much longer are we going to dwell on these trivial matters?"
Professor McGonagall asked doubtfully, "Is this a small matter—?"
Dumbledore sighed and said:
"Compared to the survival of the magical world, it is certainly a small matter."
Professor McGonagall covered her mouth, looking at Dumbledore in surprise.
"The magical world cannot remain hidden forever. As technology in the Muggle world becomes more and more advanced, our living space will only become smaller and smaller."
"The two worlds will inevitably collide one day. What will the wizard do then?"
"Fight?"
"Thousands of years ago, wizards had no choice but to disappear when faced with Muggles who only had swords and knives. Now they have not only machine guns, but also airplanes and cannons!"
How many cannonballs can Hogwarts' protective barrier withstand?
Professor McGonagall wanted to retort, but Dumbledore's every word was so forceful and authoritative.
Many wizards are aware that the magical world is the weaker party, but their pride prevents them from admitting it.
Because wizards are born different from others.
"It's time for a change. In the past, mortals rejected us because they feared the power of wizards, but in the future, they may even destroy us because we are outsiders."
Dumbledore stopped using the term "Muggle" to refer to ordinary people who did not understand magic, and instead used the word "mortal".
"Now is the best time. We are not yet completely corrupt, while they are powerful enough and fearless. The two sides can communicate on an equal footing."
Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall seemed to understand what Dumbledore was about to do, and her emotions became agitated.
Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and smiled, "I must lead the wizarding world to change, so I will become the new Minister for Magic."
It's not about running for office, it's about becoming.
This old man, who had refused the position of Minister of Magic countless times throughout his life, was finally about to step onto an unprecedented stage.
At the same time, Chu Yang had quietly arrived in another space.
A familiar palace.
The familiar throne.
Not long after Voldemort's death, Magic Chu Yang felt the call of the Soul Palace. When he came to his senses, he was surrounded by people. After sharing memories, everyone learned of Voldemort's death.
Demon Slayer Chu Yang spoke first: "How did it feel to defeat the BOSS?"
Magic Chu Yang laughed, "Even more empty than you—"
In his early days, Voldemort was still a threat, but as each of his clones grew exponentially, he became less and less of a threat.
Marvel's Chu Yang said, "From now on, you can share memories and abilities synchronously, right?"
Magic Chu Yang nodded. Now, like Demon Slayer Chu Yang, he can share his abilities and memories with each version of himself in every world at any time.
No longer is it necessary to rely on the Soul Palace to perform "updates".
This is very good news for Chu Yang in other worlds.
The improvement in swordsmanship mainly comes from Demon Slayer Chu Yang. The [Breath of the Source: First Form: Sun and Moon Rotation] that Marvel Chu Yang used to deal with the Destroyer Armor is Demon Slayer Chu Yang's masterpiece, and its power is very considerable.
From now on, all magical abilities, including ninjutsu and demonic arts, can be fully entrusted to the magician Chu Yang for research.
This greatly reduced the pressure on Hokage Chu Yang and Death God Chu Yang.
The former requires spending time extracting the Otsutsuki bloodline, while the latter requires awakening the Zanpakuto as soon as possible.
As for spells, Chu Yang has not yet awakened his own innate spells. Among the non-innate spells, he has only learned the application of barrier spells and a small part of spells, which are not of great research value.
However, Chu Yang is preparing to combine all the different types of magic particles, so that ninjutsu and demonic arts may be able to be cast in the form of incantations.
There's no need to waste energy learning spells; you just need to master the application of spell power.
Another point is that the more and stronger each "self" exists in each world, the stronger Chu Yang's curse power will become. In addition to curses, there is also an even more terrifying skill called [Black Flash].
The so-called "Black Flash" refers to the spatial distortion that occurs when the error between a physical strike and a spell impact is within 0.000001 seconds. Its power is the sum of the spell power intensity and the physical strength to the power of 2.5.
Those who have experience with [Black Flash] and those who haven't are worlds apart in their distance from the core of their curse power; simply put, their control over curse power is completely different.
Compared to Gojo Satoru, Chu Yang's spell power is definitely not as strong as Gojo Satoru's, but if you add physical strength, Chu Yang is confident that he can close the gap with his opponent.
Overall, the power of the two [Black Flash] is not much different.
In the world of sorcery, no sorcerer or spirit can withstand Gojo Satoru's [Black Flash]. In other words, Chu Yang's [Black Flash] is also absolutely destructive.
Therefore, instead of focusing on sorcery, it's better to concentrate on [Black Flash], whose potential has virtually no upper limit.
However, since the curse appeared, no sorcerer has been able to cast [Black Flash] voluntarily, as the 0.000001-second error is simply too harsh.
Most sorcerers who cast [Black Flash] do so unintentionally during combat, relying on instinct.
The current goal of the sorcerer Chu Yang is to become the first person to actively cast [Black Flash].
With the help of Magic Chu Yang, this matter will succeed sooner or later.
Unfortunately, the Multiple Shadow Clone Technique that Hokage Chu Yang recently learned cannot handle power other than chakra, especially curse power, a special power that originates from negative emotions.
If you can use multiple shadow clones to figure out the tricks of casting [Black Flash], the whole process will only be faster.
After exchanging a few words with Magic Chu Yang and Spell Chu Yang, they walked over to Marvel Chu Yang and began discussing Asgardian magic.
Asgardians are born with extraordinary physical abilities and do not need wands to act as a medium to control the output of magic; their bodies are the best wands.
Chu Yang's physique is also very different from that of normal people. He can learn from their spellcasting methods. After studying them in depth, he immediately had a new idea to improve the staffless spellcasting.
After returning to the magic realm, it shouldn't be long before Chu Yang is able to cast the Soul Stealing Curse without a staff.
This will greatly help Marvel's Chu Yang's future activities, as he wants to use it to control the entire Hydra organization.
After the Battle of New York, Hydra, hidden within S.H.I.E.L.D., will take the Tesseract and the Mind Stone, and they are determined to obtain both.
Just as they could create Captain Marvel, Scarlet Witch, and Vision, they could also push Chu Yang's power to an even higher level.
With the Avengers clearly doomed to lose, he didn't want to pin his hopes for survival on the 50% chance of Thanos snapping his fingers.
A moment later, the mist brought everyone back to their own world.
A world of sorcery.
The morning sunlight streamed through the French windows onto a large bed. Chu Yang was so blinded by the sunlight that he couldn't open his eyes and reluctantly got out of bed.
Chu Yang took a large bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, drank it, and gazed at the bustling commercial street not far away.
Chu Yang currently lives in a luxury apartment building in the center of Tokyo.
This house is his dream house from his days as a corporate slave.
Not long after becoming a sorcerer, he accumulated more money than an ordinary person could earn in a lifetime working 996.
Higher salaries come with higher risks.
In the world of sorcerers, it's common for people to die with money left over.
After admiring the busy backs of office workers, Chu Yang left the balcony, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out a piece of leftover snowflake beef from last night, and pan-fried it.
Hearing the sizzling sound from the pot and smelling the aroma of meat, Chu Yang swallowed hard.
Just as Chu Yang was about to put the medium-rare beef into his mouth, the phone on the table rang. He picked it up and saw that the caller ID showed it was Qi Haijianren.
He answered the phone.
"Nanami-senpai, what's the matter so early in the morning?"
"I heard you took down another level-one 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 indistinctly, "Senior, don't worry, someone like me, a corporate slave, will definitely run away if things get tough."
After a moment of silence, Nanami Kento on the other end of the phone said calmly, "Take it easy. Don't disregard everything for the sake of making money." Chu Yang was quite surprised. "Senior, you would actually say something like that?"
Nanami Kenren replied curtly, "You became a sorcerer because of me. I don't want to end up collecting your corpse and ruining my retirement."
Chu Yang nodded. "Then I'll try my best not to die. But speaking of which, you didn't call me so early in the morning just for this, did you?"
Qi Haijian said, "Of course not, I'm not that free. You need to come to the college; something big is happening!"
Chu Yang glanced at the time displayed on his phone.
2017 12 Month 20 Day.
Four days later, a hundred ghosts paraded through the night.
There are two schools in the world of sorcery that train sorcerers.
Tokyo Metropolitan Higher Specialized School of Jujutsu.
Kyoto Prefectural Higher Specialized School of Jujutsu.
The "high school" that Nanami Kenichi mentioned refers to the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Higher Vocational School, which is also where Gojo Satoru works as a teacher.
A vocational college is like Hogwarts in the Harry Potter world.
The difference is that the college also possesses some powers and obligations similar to those of the "Ministry of Magic".
Chu Yang's apartment is very far from the college; it takes about 30 minutes by taxi to get there. Wu Tiao Wu and Nanami Jianren had brought him there once before.
A sorcerer like Chu Yang, who entered the profession later in life, needs someone to act as a guarantor to complete the registration of his identity.
The high school is located in a remote mountain forest on the outskirts of Tokyo. There is a narrow two-lane road outside that allows two cars to pass at the same time. If one is not careful, it could lead to a tragedy.
No ordinary people come here.
After getting out of the taxi, Chu Yang slowly walked up the mountain road. After a while, he saw a group of buildings with a retro style. Qi Haijian, dressed in a business suit, was standing at the end of the road waiting for him.
Chu Yang himself was also wearing a suit and tie.
The two of them standing together looked like office workers on a business trip.
"Nanami-senpai, could you please change your clothes?"
"You're the same way, so what right do you have to judge me?"
The two were bickering when Gojo Satoru suddenly appeared, smiling and saying, "You two are as close as ever."
Chu Yang said with a look of disgust, "Senior Gojo, that's a bit disgusting."
Nanami Kento frowned. "Although you were annoying before, you are undoubtedly the most annoying now."
Gojo Satoru clutched his chest and said sadly, "You saying that makes me really upset."
Nanami Kento quickly walked past Gojo Satoru.
"Ignoring me will make me sad too, Nanami~" Gojo Satoru shouted from behind him.
"That's enough, even I'm starting to feel ashamed!" Chu Yang reminded him.
"Is that so? Then let's call it a day." Gojo Satoru scratched his head, then led Chu Yang inside. "I heard you've been quite active lately. Besides eliminating quite a few level one curse spirits, your evaluation has been revised three times in just two or three months. It's basically revised every month. The pressure on the higher-ups must be immense."
Chu Yang shrugged and replied, "It doesn't matter whether they change it or not. I don't really care about it. They can do whatever they want. High pressure can cause baldness, but given the age of those high-ranking officials, they probably don't have much hair left."
Gojo Satoru's lips curled up. "You really are interesting, much more interesting than Nanami."
Along the way, Chu Yang saw many people, including students, teachers, and a panda!
Chu Yang stopped and carefully examined the panda in front of him.
It is a completely independent type of cursed body created by Masamichi Ichiyo, the principal of Tokyo Metropolitan High School, and possesses an independent personality and emotions.
Why are you staring at me?
The panda was somewhat annoyed by Chu Yang's gaze and raised its fist as a warning.
"Because I really like pandas."
Chu Yang answered honestly.
Upon hearing this, the panda immediately stopped being angry, gave an embarrassed dry laugh, and looked at Chu Yang with much more kindness.
As they were talking, two men and a woman were moving closer.
One of the three boys, whose lower half of his face was covered, said to Gojo Satoru, "Seaweed roll."
Gojo Satoru waved. "Hello, Inu-maki-kun."
Another man and a woman were also greeting him.
"Yuta-kun, Maki, when did you arrive?"
"When you just went out."
The shapely Zenin Maki looked at Chu Yang and asked, "Gojo-sensei, this young man looks very young. Is he also a student at our school?"
Gojo Satoru shook his head. "I'm sorry, no, but you should have heard of him. You asked me about him not long ago."
Zenin Maki thought for a moment, then her pupils suddenly contracted, and she said in shock, "He's the guy who killed five level-one cursed spirits in a month? I think his name was—"
"Yo!" Gojo Satoru exclaimed excitedly, gesturing wildly, "This rising star in the world of jutsu is called Yo!"
Many people around heard Gojo Satoru's voice and then focused their attention on Chu Yang.
The various factions in the sorcery world had already heard of this self-taught genius sorcerer, and everyone was very curious about what this young man looked like.
Suddenly, the upcoming Night Parade of One Hundred Demons seemed unimportant, and all the conversation revolved around Chu Yang.
Zenin Maki ignored the antics of Gojo Satoru and stared intently at Chu Yang, asking, "I heard that so far, you've been using physical techniques to exorcise cursed spirits?"
Chu Yang laughed and said, "There's nothing I can do. I'm new to this business and not very good at using spells, so I can only make a living with my body."
Making a living by using one's body
Many people twitched their lips upon hearing this. In just a few months, he had become a level one sorcerer. Was this job really that easy?
Why can't others do it?
Zenin Maki whispered, "Can we have a little competition later?"
Chu Yang scratched his head and said, "Let's forget about it. I need to save my energy for the mission. This mission seems quite troublesome."
Zenin Maki was getting a little anxious. She was born without any spells, and her spell power level was about the same as that of an ordinary person. She couldn't even see the existence of spell spirits, and she needed to rely on spell tools to observe and fight spell spirits.
Compared to Fushiguro Jinji's "Heaven and Curse" which has absolutely no curse power, Zenin Maki's "Heaven and Curse" is not pure. Although her physical abilities are also far beyond those of ordinary people, she still cannot reach the level of Fushiguro Jinji's abnormality.
At the same time, Zenin Maki does not possess Fukuhiro Jinji's high resistance to curses.
Besides collecting powerful magical artifacts, the only way for her to improve herself is to enhance her physical skills.
Very few sorcerers are qualified to guide her in this area; she herself is a master of physical combat.
Gojo Satoru's strength is on a completely different level and has nothing to do with physical skills, so he can't help her either.
Chu Yang's current fighting style is exactly the same as hers.
Even a simple game, let alone guidance, can bring considerable inspiration to Zenin Maki.
"It won't waste much of your time!"
Zenjima Maki said excitedly to Chu Yang.
"Please help Maki-nee."
"It is sincere," said Yuta Ekiku, who was standing next to him.
Dog Curly followed with a deep bow.
After hesitating for a long time, the panda reluctantly said, "If you agree to her request, I'll let you touch my fur; it feels really nice!"
Chu Yang immediately refused, saying, "There's no need for that. I have no interest in your hair."
Zenin Maki glared fiercely at the panda, who chuckled and obediently shut up.
"Let's have a match, Yangyang~~~"
Gojo Satoru, without anyone noticing, slipped behind Chu Yang and whispered in his ear, "I also want to know your current strength. If you think Maki isn't strong enough, I'm willing to fight you—"
Upon hearing this, everyone present looked over in shock!
Gojou put his arm around Chu Yang's shoulder and casually said something shocking.
Chu Yang slapped his hand away and said calmly, "If I fight you, I'll need to rest for several months. Do you know how much money I can earn in those months?"
Gojo Satoru sighed and covered his forehead. "You've been corrupted by that guy Nanami. All you see is money."
Chu Yang said disdainfully, "You come from a wealthy family, you have no idea how hard it is for corporate slaves to make money. It's easy for you to talk when you're not in the same boat. Do you think I'm doing this job to make money, or to do charity?"
As Chu Yang retreated repeatedly, Gojo Satoru raised his hands in surrender, but a word from his best friend came to mind.
Sorcerers exist to protect non-sorcerers.
Looking at the young man in front of him, Gojo Satoru suddenly burst into laughter: "I'm so glad you're a salaryman who became a sorcerer halfway through your career. You've experienced the dark side of society and don't have any naive ideas."
"It's even less likely that you'd go to extremes because of a breakdown in your faith. You have no faith at all; all you care about is money—"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Chu Yang couldn't quite tell whether this guy was praising someone or mocking them.
"Mr. Gojo, isn't it a bit inappropriate to say that?"
Yi Guyou cautiously reminded him.
"It's okay, this guy has a strong mental fortitude. Don't underestimate a corporate slave!"
Gojo Satoshi said sternly.
Chu Yang suddenly felt a little itchy in his hands, but he decided to hold back until he mastered the active release of [Black Flash].
Gojo Satoru's laughter quickly attracted a tall, stern-faced middle-aged man.
"Gojo Satoru, shut up! The meeting is about to start!"
"Students, please do not gather. Today's meeting has nothing to do with you!"
The middle-aged man exuded a powerful aura, and his identity could be guessed simply from his attitude towards Gojo Satoru.
Principal of Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Higher Specialized School, Masamichi Ichigami.
As a rare master of creating cursed remains, Moth Masakado is only a first-class sorcerer, but the sorcery world values him no less than that of a special-class sorcerer.
He also created a completely independent type of cursed body, such as a panda.
If he hadn't claimed that the panda's birth was an accident, Moth would have been recognized as a top-tier sorcerer long ago.
The appearance of the Noctua True Path signifies the official start of the meeting.
Before leaving, Zenjima Maki was still looking at Chu Yang with sincere eyes. He had no choice but to reluctantly agree to her request.
Gojo Satoru, always eager for excitement, clapped and cheered from the sidelines.
Then he was glared at fiercely by Moth Masamichi.
The sorcerers invited by the college entered the conference room one after another. When Chu Yang stepped through the door, Moth Lord suddenly glanced at him.
His gaze was filled with emotion.
The last time Chu Yang met Yae Masakazu was the day Gojo Satoru brought him to register as a sorcerer.
At first, Ye Mo Zhengdao did not think highly of Chu Yang.
However, at Gojo Satoru's strong suggestion, Chu Yang was made a sorcerer.
This is also the consistent attitude of the entire sorcery community towards sorcerers who are not from higher vocational backgrounds.
Thinking about it carefully, it's quite normal.
How could a top-tier university possibly consider a vocational school graduate?
However, not long after, Chu Yang slapped the faces of some high-ranking officials with his actions, especially some arrogant sorcerers from self-reliant families.
Everyone took their seats.
Chu Yang sat next to Nanami Kento, while Gojo Satoru stood in the corner, still with his usual carefree attitude.
The meeting was chaired by Ichiji Kiyoshi, who was in charge of the auxiliary supervision in the later stages of the college entrance examination.
The board behind him was covered with documents.
The subject of the document is Xia Youjie, the planner of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.
Xia Youjie was originally a student at a vocational high school and was a classmate of Wu Tiao Wu. The two were close friends and were known as the strongest in the vocational high school.
Xia Youjie was once a model youth who firmly believed that sorcerers should protect the weak. However, his thinking began to change when he realized that the dark and ugly side of humanity was even more disgusting than the cursed spirits. His sense of justice gradually crumbled.
By chance, Xia Youjie learned about the principles behind the creation of cursed spirits from the top-level sorcerer Jiujiu Youji.
Ordinary people cannot control the faint magical power generated by their negative emotions.
When this magical power leaks into the outside world, it grows continuously under the accumulation of negative emotions, eventually forming a curse.
Cursed spirits are just one form of manifestation.
Therefore, Xia Youjie thought that as long as he created a world with only sorcerers, then cursed spirits would not be created.
The implication is that they want to kill all ordinary humans who cannot become sorcerers.
After experiencing the ugliness of human nature, Xia Youjie's malice towards ordinary people grew, eventually leading him down an extreme path.
During a mission, Xia Youjie witnessed the ignorant villagers of a certain village persecuting two little girls who possessed magical powers, and his anger towards humanity finally reached its peak.
Xia Youjie killed all the villagers and left with two little girls. From then on, he went from being a sorcerer to a curse master in the evil camp, and recruited some curse masters in the same situation to form the "Xia You Gang".
Xia Youjie's spell is called the Spell Manipulation Technique, which allows him to absorb natural spell spirits and use them for his own purposes.
In Chu Yang's view, Xia Youjie was a Pokémon Master in the world of magic, only the process was a bit disgusting.
To absorb a cursed spirit, you need to transform it into a black sphere and then swallow it into your body.
The process of swallowing is like eating a rag that has been used to wipe vomit.
Just thinking about it is disgusting enough.
Xia Youjie can actually swallow five thousand times!
It seems that it was only a matter of time before he went to extremes; anyone would go crazy if they did that.
Despite its power, Chu Yang still politely declined such a disgusting curse.
When the difference in strength is two levels or more, Xia Youjie can forcibly acquire the cursed spirit, skipping the subjugation stage.
Therefore, Xia Youjie, whose strength reached the special level, possessed five thousand cursed spirits of level two and below.
The "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons" he mentioned refers to unleashing these thousands of cursed spirits in Tokyo and Shinjuku to indiscriminately slaughter ordinary people.
After listening to Ijichi Kiyotaka's report, many of the sorcerers attending the meeting showed puzzled expressions.
Although the opponent came with great force, their strength was not as strong as imagined.
Night Moth also voiced their doubts, "No matter how many cursed spirits there are, they are just level two minions and pose no threat. As for the curse masters around Xia Youjie, their numbers are not that many."
Gojo Satoru chimed in, "That's the strange part. Knowing Xia Youjie as you do, do you think he'd wage a war he's destined to lose?"
The implication was that Xia Youjie had other schemes.
No one expected that Xia Youjie's target was the special-grade cursed spirit possessed by Yi Gu You Tai.
"Cursed Queen" Rika Inorimoto.
Xia Youjie once told a lie during his student days, saying that he was unable to absorb cursed spirits with whom he had a master-servant relationship, which was actually wrong.
All you need to do is kill the owner of the cursed spirit.
The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons was a ploy to lure Yuta away from his prey, leaving him alone. Masamichi Yagami would never allow Yuta to participate in the defense of Tokyo or Shinjuku.
Because Rika Kimoto's power is too great, even Yuta Otsukoshi cannot fully control it yet.
If something goes wrong, it could become an even more serious incident than the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.
Letting him stay at the vocational college is the safest option.
Xia Youjie had anticipated this, which is why he planned this operation.
However, Yagami Masamichi had no idea of Natsuyuu's purpose. After hearing Gojo Satoru's reminder, he could only anxiously request support to deal with the upcoming Hyakki Yagyō (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons).
Just as Moth was in a frantic rush, Chu Yang spoke up amidst the noise: "I want to know where all the information about Xia Youjie is coming from?"
The meeting room quieted down a bit, and many people looked at Chu Yang.
Kiyoshi Ichi adjusted his glasses and explained, "Most of it is personal information that Xia Youjie kept during his college years."
Chu Yang asked, "Is there any possibility of an error?"
Moth Zhengdao shook his head and said, "It's unlikely. In vocational colleges, we often test students' abilities and constantly update the records. You're a latecomer to this field, so it's normal that you don't know about this."
Then, some mocking laughter came, seemingly ridiculing Chu Yang for being a half-baked amateur.
Chu Yang had originally intended to offer a reminder, but after seeing the attitude of these people, he immediately had a new idea and decided to remain silent.
Compared to Xia Youjie, Chu Yang disliked the arrogant higher-ups at the Spellcasting Academy even more.
Most of them came from families of sorcerers.
In terms of evil, these people are no less evil than curse masters like Xia Youjie.
After the meeting, Chu Yang was assigned to participate in the defense of Kyoto and carried out the mission together with Tokyo Metropolitan College.
"You seem to have something to say? If you don't mind, you can tell me."
Gojo Satoru silently appeared beside Chu Yang.
"No, I'm just curious about Xia Youjie."
Since he had decided not to help the vocational college, Chu Yang naturally wouldn't expose Xia Youjie's lie.
Gojo Satoru didn't press further and, unusually, walked on in silence.
When the two went outside, they found that Zenjima and the others were still waiting for Chu Yang.
"They're really troublesome; I thought they'd left."
Chu Yang had no choice but to step forward and say, "Since we're going to fight, let's find a place."
Zenjima Maki enthusiastically led Chu Yang to the sports field of the college.
Interestingly, Nanami Kento also came along, standing on the sidelines with Gojo Satoru, intending to watch the match.
Gojo Satoru smiled and said to Nanami Kento, "Maki is only a level 4 in the 10,000-year timeframe on the surface. If it really comes down to a fight, she has the strength of a near-level 1 sorcerer. She might not necessarily lose."
The pandas were cheering for Zenin Maki, and Nanami Kento watched for a while before saying, "She's bound to lose."
Gojou chuckled mischievously and teased, "Such deep trust indeed."
Nanami Kento spoke slowly, saying meaningfully, "Since Gojo-senpai helped him register as a sorcerer last time, you haven't seen him much, have you?"
"You only know about the battle between Yang and the Cursed Spirit from the information provided by Ijichi Kiyotaka; you haven't witnessed it yourself—"
Gojo Satoru scratched his head and said regretfully, "Judging from your tone, it seems I missed something very interesting."
Nanami Kento stretched his neck and said, "Take your time and you'll soon understand what I mean."
Gojo Satoru turned around and looked at the two people on the sports field.
"Mr. Chu Yang is already a professional sorcerer. I hope it's alright for me to use spell tools to fight you?"
There was a huge bag at Zenji Maki's feet, which seemed to contain a lot of magical implements.
Chu Yang nodded, agreeing to the other party's suggestion.
Without the use of magical artifacts, Zenin Maki probably wouldn't last even a second against him.
Chu Yang kindly reminded him, "You'd better wear protective gear."
Zenin Maki took a deep breath. This reminder made her a little angry. If the other party didn't think the difference in strength was too great, why would they make her wear protective gear?
Eyes when~
Zenji Maki pulled a knife from her bag, its surface surging with intense magical power. This knife was incredibly powerful, whether against cursed spirits or cursed spells.
It is considered a superior piece in Zenji Maki's collection.
It's clear that she takes this battle very seriously.
Chu Yang slightly turned his body, signaling her to attack.
Zenji Maki's expression darkened, and she took a step forward. In the misty moment, her figure was like a ghost.
The blade traced a semicircle in the air before slashing diagonally towards Chu Yang's chest and abdomen.
Chu Yang leaped lightly, and the knife slid past his feet.
next moment.
Zenji Maki seized the opportunity when Chu Yang was in mid-air, raised both hands, and slashed the knife upwards.
The blade was aimed directly at Chu Yang's lower body.
"That's going too far!"
Chu Yang shouted, twisted his waist, turned upside down, and reached out to clamp the knife with two fingers.
One force.
The exquisitely crafted cursed knife shattered suddenly, like a poorly made toy from a roadside stall.
Zenji Maki's pupils suddenly contracted.
The cheers from the sidelines also came to an abrupt halt.
The two boys and the panda stared wide-eyed, somewhat bewildered.
"He didn't use any magical power to strengthen his body just now."
Gojo Satoru pulled the blindfold off his eyes and observed Chu Yang's battle through the gap.
"Pure physical strength."
Nanami Kento added casually.
Gojo knew that Chu Yang's physical talent was exceptional, and had even compared him to Fukuro Jinji.
Gojo Satoru never expected that he would realize his talent so quickly.
After losing her sword, Zenin Maki did not immediately replace it with a new magical tool.
Instead, he charged straight at Chu Yang, intending to engage him in hand-to-hand combat.
Without the heavy sword, Zenin Maki's movement speed increased even further.
She first launched a feint attack from the front, then quickly circled around to his weak side and punched him in the liver area of his waist.
It is commonly known in martial arts circles as "Liver-Exploding Fist".
Chu Yang was speechless. This woman was always targeting his lower body, his liver, and his kidneys, with every move aimed at his vital areas.
One wrong move and you could become the Grand Eunuch for the rest of your life.
Damn it!
Use Armament Haki directly!
When Zenji Maki hit Chu Yang in the waist, her face first lit up with joy.
Then it suddenly turned deathly pale, as if it had encountered unbearable pain.
At the same time, a crisp sound of bones cracking rang out.
Zenji Maki let out a muffled groan, took a few steps back, and said angrily, "You have protective gear under your clothes?"
Chu Yang smiled and took off his upper body clothes, revealing his muscular body.
No armor!
Zenji Maki couldn't believe it; how could a human body be so hard?
"I told you to wear protective gear, but you wouldn't listen. Now you're injured. Are you still going to fight?"
Chu Yang yawned; those few movements just now didn't even qualify as a warm-up.
Zenji Maki gritted her teeth and spat out a single word.
"beat!"