I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

"The Hunter Association's airship delivered a batch of newly hired temporary service personnel," Kurapika explained. "These people are probably more professional than the various waiters that the Sky Master's Nen beasts transform into."

Netero is really efficient, but for the president of the Hunter Association, this small arrangement is probably just a matter of making a phone call.

Kurapika's sense of contract is too strong. Even though he is on night shift as a bodyguard and has free time during the day, he is unwilling to go to the back mountain to slack off and participate in the martial arts tournament.

Jingyang didn't force him; on the contrary, he admired Xiaoku's spirit.

After all, as the leader of Akatsuki, he naturally wanted Kurapika to have the strongest sense of contractual obligation...

As drowsiness crept in, Jingyang yawned, and suddenly felt as if QQ had coughed in his ear, sending a jolt of sensation.

Is a starred item activated?

Jingyang looked at the little gray rock finches, which were resting under the coffee table.

Jingyang then looked at the bathroom in the hotel room.

The sound of water was still there, and Xiao Di was still showering. Judging from her senses, the star mark on Xiao Di had not been activated, and it seemed that she was not on her period either—Jing Yang, who could sense the activation of the star mark on Xiao Di for a fixed day or two each cycle, was really qualified to make this judgment.

Jingyang's gaze quickly turned to the window. The night was pitch black, dotted with countless stars, and the sky above the mountains was exceptionally clear, as if one could see into the depths of the universe.

The direction across the ocean is...

Is it Ghost Island?

Wu Er?

With a thought, Jing Yang projected his consciousness and possessed the distant target that had activated the star marker.

……

The first thing Jingyang saw was the night sky outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and he couldn't help but think, "Sure enough, the six continents of the Hunter world don't have any time difference at all..."

Then he saw the still, dark Ferris wheel in the distance under the night sky, and the bustling lights of the amusement park below.

It is the Elf Amusement Park on Ghost Island.

The floor-to-ceiling window reflected Jing Yang's current appearance—a pure white tiger, the "king" character on its forehead and the stripes all over its body reflecting a jade-like luster in the night.

"Something feels off..."

Jingyang stared intently, then strolled closer to the French windows, where the faint reflection became increasingly clear. In the half-year since they last met, Wu Er's physique had grown even more robust, his hair more lustrous, his belly round and curved in a downward arc, and even his limbs were much thicker. But why did his limbs seem shorter?

"You've gained so much weight?!"

Jing Yang's voice rang in Can Yuehu's mind, and Can Yuehu, who had originally wanted to roar affectionately, suddenly fell silent.

"Who fed you?"

Jingyang thought to himself speechlessly, his tiger-like steps feeling much heavier than they had been six months ago, and he even felt like he couldn't quite swing his tiger tail anymore...

He turned around and saw a little boy, white as a ghost, looking at him with curiosity and confusion.

It was Xiaobai. That is, the resentment left behind by Naspi = Huiguo Rou after death, and its form after several reincarnations.

Jingyang remembered that before he and Xiaodi left Ghost Island, they asked Xiaobai to take care of Wu Er. Now, looking at Wu Er's chubby state, they must have over-taken him... Damn it...

He really wanted to ask Xiaobai what was going on, but all he could do was let out a low roar, making it impossible to communicate.

Fortunately, this was Arantelle Blanchett's room at the top of the amusement park tower, with a secret passage leading directly to the True Martial King's underground tomb on Ghost Island. Normally, no one except Xiaobai would come here, so there was no need to worry about the tiger's roar being heard. Just then, Jingyang heard Wu Er's intermittent low growls in his mind…

Jing Yang also roughly understood how Wu Er activated the star.

Although humans and tigers cannot communicate in the same language, communication is not entirely based on language, but rather on emotions and the spiritual level. As a wild animal, Wu Er's thoughts, when transmitted to Jing Yang, are like those of a young child: mostly short, simple sentences, occasionally illogical and incoherent, but still understandable.

In short, it's the story of Wu Er, who has been raised into a fat tiger, suddenly having the idea to return to the forest to hunt, and almost getting caught...

During the fight with the two wolves, Wu Er was bitten and wounded. After using his weight to subdue them, he was called by Xiao Bai to Arantriel's tower office to quietly recover from his injuries.

"You know it's too embarrassing, and you're too ashamed to face anyone..."

Jingyang was speechless.

"Roar..." Wu Er stammered, letting out a shout as a token gesture.

Jing Yang possessed Wu Er's body and wandered around the quiet, empty office. Suddenly, he realized that Wu Er was also a Star Bearer. Theoretically, he should be able to transfer the Nen beast "Reflection" that was parasitizing him to Wu Er's body as well... However, this place was a little far from his own body and the Rock Sparrow that "Reflection" was currently parasitizing.

Out of sheer curiosity, Jingyang gave it a try.

After a thought...

call!

A chilling wind seemed to blow through the quiet room, and behind "Jingwu Er," a dark, eight-armed figure quietly rose.

Wow, that's really impressive!

Jing Yang was overjoyed. It seemed this thing could ignore distance? It was made by Grey Guo Meat, and it was truly unreasonable...

He turned around and, through the reflection of the eight-armed beast, saw a four-winged, two-legged skeletal dragon glaring fiercely at him.

No, it's staring at the 'reflection' on itself.

Calm down, Xiaobai!

Jingyang wanted to shout that, but what came out was a tiger's roar.

call--!

The white bone dragon spread its four wings.

With a thought, Jing Yang activated the star mark behind his own neck. Soon, the eight-armed 'reflection' in front of him gradually faded and disappeared.

The white bone dragon seemed to be stunned for a moment, then turned into a white light and shrank back into its original pale little boy ghost form.

"Even the lingering resentment left by Grey Guo Rou reacted, but not to me," Jing Yang thought to himself. "Isn't this solid proof that the body I transmigrated into was conceived by someone other than my godmother and Grey Guo Rou? The question is whether I conceived before entering the palace or while in the palace..." However, that was something he wasn't interested in investigating. Why should he care? He'd be happy if his biological father didn't know; could he really have a father figured out?

Looking out over the island's fairy amusement park, Jingyang felt a little regretful. He wished Xiaodi were here too, so they could revisit the place and stroll around together again.

Speaking of revisiting familiar places, Jingyang suddenly had a thought. He pressed himself against the French windows and tried to gather the energy from Wu Er into his eyes, enhancing his vision as he looked at a certain market street in the amusement park.

No one knows what he was thinking, but a vivid, wicked smile appeared on the fat tiger's face.

Before leaving, Jing Yang made an exception and gave Wu Er a command regarding the star mark on his body: "Whether indoors or outdoors, you must run 10 kilometers every day."

……

"Aww..."

On the other side of the world, Jingyang opened his eyes on Xianshui Mountain, and the weak screams of Wu Er gradually faded away.

Her hair was half-wet, she wasn't wearing glasses, and her fair skin was rosy. Xiao Di simply wore a short-sleeved shirt belonging to Jing Yang and sat down with her long, white legs. She looked at the eight-armed 'reflection' behind Jing Yang with a puzzled expression... Jing Yang told her what had just happened and finally smiled and said, "I've thought of a way that might be able to get Wu Er here."

"I'm going to take a shower," Jingyang hummed as he went to the bathroom.

After thinking for a while, Little Drop conjured up a bulging-eyed fish, spat out an old book on the coffee table, and quietly began to read it while listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

……

The next day, 7 o'clock in the morning.

On the front mountain, exhibitions and concerts seemed to be continuing, while on the back mountain, more than thirty martial artists gathered in the training ground, each with bright eyes staring intently at Netero ahead.

What excited everyone the most was Netero's outfit.

Instead of the usual wide-sleeved wooden clogs, he wore a vest, loose trousers, and sturdy cloth shoes—the simplest attire suitable for martial arts.

Netero stroked his mustache and smiled, "Then, the Immortal Water Mountain Tournament continues. There are no rules. One by one, come and fight me. I will decide who is strong and who is weak, who is superior and who is inferior. Of course, if you have any objections to the final result, you may raise them."

Everyone shook their heads, saying, "You're joking!"

Netero may be good at joking, but he's not good at fighting.

Of the thirty-odd martial artists, nearly twenty did not even make it to the fourth round. After Netero gave them the first three rounds and they saw through his skills, Netero would either suppress them with a flick of his wrist or send them away with a gentle flick of his wrist. Before anyone knew it, the martial artist had been sent out of the training ground.

"No matter how you look at it, this old man is just making fun of us."

The remaining fighters queuing on the sidelines had someone at home muttering something.

"If you're unhappy, then you can withdraw. Participation isn't mandatory."

"Who says I'm not satisfied? I'm more than happy to be amused by Netero!"

boom!

Another fighter was easily thrown out of the ring by Netero, without even touching a single piece of Netero's clothing.

“Did you notice?” Jingyang said, “Netero stood in the center of the field, his left foot still, and he didn’t move an inch from beginning to end.”

Yun Gu nodded and smiled, "After all, he is Chairman Netero..."

Zhehao, who was not far away, was about to say something when he heard Netero energetically calling out for the next person.

Zhehao looked around; he was next.

Taking a deep breath, Zhehao strode into the arena with his head held high.

Jingyang then said to Yunggu, "There's something I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"What is it?" Yun Gu stared intently at the scene, and heard Jing Yang continue, "Please pass on a message to your master, Bisji."

Yun Gu looked at Jing Yang in surprise.

Jing Yang said, "I've heard that in the western part of the Oqima Federation, there's a place called Ghost Island, where there's a kind of 'Blue Moon Pearl.' It's said that a single Miserable Moon Tiger can only produce one in its lifetime..."

Chapter 142 Pile Driving

Zhehao was kicked off the field with a look of utter disbelief on his face.

Netero's left foot remained firmly planted in the center of the training field as he chuckled and surveyed the crowd. "Who's next?"

"I come!"

Jingyang, full of energy, leaped up and stood opposite Nitero.

Those who already knew or could discern Zhen Yuanzi's strength, such as Yun Gu and Zhe Hao, all watched the match intently. While the final outcome was undeniable, it was worth observing to see how far Zhen Yuanzi could go against Netero, how much of his skill he could unleash, and how far they themselves fell short.

To receive guidance from a martial arts grandmaster like Netero is an opportunity that countless martial artists around the world would kill for, let alone witness so many of his battles.

Jing Yang tightened his belt and asked, "Can I use Nen?"

“Of course.” Netero stroked his mustache, which resembled a calligraphy brush. “Didn’t the last one use it secretly?”

The old man winked at Zhehao, who had a bruised and swollen face, on the sidelines.