I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

"Thank goodness I wore a mask! Otherwise, someone as shy as me would be in real trouble if a bunch of strangers came running up to me with tears in their eyes, asking for help with this and that!"

On the hospital rooftop, Jingyang sighed as the wind blew through him, "I knew I couldn't stay in the same hospital for too long, especially not both save lives and collect death energy in the same hospital. I'm almost going insane!"

They sat on a corner of the rooftop, with a dining table set up and a good meal laid out, enjoying a hot lunch.

These were, of course, things that Little Drop had already stored in the other dimension of the bulging-eyed fish.

As Xiao Di ate her rice, she asked curiously, "Why did Jing Yang insist on developing this kind of palm-wielding immortal technique?"

It could have been better to use a higher-level starred item for healing instead.

"Good question!" Jing Yang picked up his rice bowl, enjoying the cool breeze and warm sunshine, pointing his chopsticks at Xiao Di. "We can abandon the name 'Palm Immortal Technique.' I only realized this when I was almost finished. Since this move can activate the body's potential, it can definitely have another use, another use that is more focused on combat..."

"Then what should it be changed to?" Xiao Di asked curiously while picking at her rice. "Unleash potential for combat... Isn't that a desperate move?"

"Nine Yang Divine Skill? Eight Gates Formation?" Jing Yang shook his head as he ate. "Still haven't decided! Sigh, is this the trouble of being a genius? Too many skills, hard to name them! Auntie, Auntie, I advise you to be discerning and quickly take this genius under your wing, hmph..."

"As for your other question," Jingyang said, "What if the target that needs healing can't be marked with a star? Since I have the means to prepare backup methods, I should at least do so, right?"

"Oh!" Little Drop finally understood.

The reason why it's impossible to star someone is either because doing so would be offensive, and the other person is wary of being completely controlled by a manipulation-based ability; or because the other person is also a manipulation-based ability and has already controlled themselves, and according to the principle of first-come, first-served for manipulation-based abilities, a star cannot be added, and therefore healing is out of the question...

A moment later, the door to the rooftop passage was suddenly pushed open, and a young woman with a camera around her neck rushed out. She quickly looked around the rooftop and found the masked duo who had just finished eating and were getting up from the table.

"You..." The female reporter was stunned. These two had hidden on the hospital rooftop and were actually eating? And they even had a table set up, which looked quite lavish... In the blink of an eye, she only vaguely heard a buzzing sound, and the table and all the bowls and chopsticks disappeared into thin air!

"Hello, goodbye." Jing Yang greeted her and was about to leave with Xiao Di when the stunned woman suddenly exclaimed, "I'm a reporter! There's a patient only you can save!"

"What did I say?"

Jingyang jumped to the edge of the rooftop, stood facing the wind with his hands in his pockets, and complained to Xiaodi, "This is exactly the kind of situation I'm afraid of. It's so troublesome!"

The female reporter only had time to loudly announce the hospital address and ward number of the patient when she saw the masked man take a step into the air and jump off the rooftop! The masked woman next to him followed closely behind and jumped down as well.

"I rely on!"

The female reporter hurriedly went to the edge of the rooftop to look down. The masked man and woman had already fallen most of their bodies. The masked woman seemed to be waving at the hospital building and nearby windows, billboards, streetlights, and other objects from time to time. Their descent was constantly slowed down. Finally, amidst the screams and scrambles of passersby on the ground, they landed calmly and walked away along the road as if no one was around, eventually disappearing from the female reporter's sight.

"They must have heard me, right?" the female reporter muttered to herself. "They've saved so many people, they can't just stand by and watch them die..."

……

She guessed correctly; Jingyang had indeed heard it. Having already heard it, Jingyang and Xiaodi strolled towards their target hospital while digesting their food.

When the hospital came into view in the distance, Jing Yang took out the "Chaotic Goodness" mask again and put it on. Xiao Di heard him mutter to himself, "I've been so busy being a good guy these past two days that I haven't been able to collect any death energy for two days..."

Xiao Di also put on the "Healing on Behalf of Heaven" mask and entered the hospital with him. Their two masks had already been featured in the news because of the surveillance video footage, so they attracted attention and exclamations all the way in the hospital.

They went straight to the ward the woman on the rooftop had given them, and the two of them pushed open the door and went inside.

As soon as I entered, I sensed an unusual atmosphere.

Jing Yang looked closely and saw that on the body of the emaciated person lying on the hospital bed, who was almost just a skeleton, there was a palm-sized green skull crawling around, still wriggling and sucking the already meager breath from the patient's body.

Shizuku also realized that this so-called patient was being afflicted by some kind of Nen. It could be some kind of curse, or it could be marked by the abilities of another Nen user.

"You are..." The relatives accompanying the patients in the ward looked surprised. Some of them had already recognized the masked duo and hurriedly tugged at the arms of the others, making room for them to make room for the bed.

Someone even sneaked into the restroom. Little Di's ears twitched slightly. After turning on "Listen," she heard the person making a phone call in the restroom, lowering their voice to say something like "reporter."

"There's no cure for this, is there?" Xiao Di looked at the "skull curse" parasitizing the person on the hospital bed. "He's not sick or injured, so there's nothing we can do."

Neither I nor Jingyang have the ability to exorcise thoughts...

"As for a solution, perhaps there is one." Under the tense gaze of the surrounding family members, Jing Yang flicked his right hand, and a sword of energy, invisible to the naked eye, shot out from Jing Yang's energy as if it had been drawn from its sheath.

The special sword forged by King Zhenwu from the "Guardian Spirit Beast - Reflection" was called the "Sword of Absorption of Mind" by Jingyang because it could absorb the energy of others.

Since it can be used to dispel thoughts, I wonder if it can also be used to eliminate them?

With that thought in mind, Jing Yang casually swung his sword at the already dying patient.

Chapter 213 Qi Pool

Qi, once shaped into a sharp blade, can be said to cut through metal and iron, or at least cut through iron like mud.

To be precise, shaping aura into a blade is the domain of the Transmutation type, an achievement that requires the Nen user to actively develop. In the manga, the protagonist Gon's self-developed Rock-Paper-Scissors, with its "scissors" on the Transmutation side, is the purest form of aura blade.

However, Jing Yang's "Drinking Thought Sword" slashed across the unconscious patient on the sickbed, but did not sever the emaciated body in two. The blade of energy, with its faintly visible, densely packed divine runes, was as thin as a cicada's wing, invisible to the naked eye. It moved swiftly and gracefully across the body, slicing through the green skull-shaped energy residing within the patient—a portion of which was absorbed by the Drinking Thought Sword.

This small amount of energy, through the divine runes on the Yin Nian Sword, was transformed into pure "attributeless" spiritual energy, which was then fed back to Jing Yang, who was wielding the Yin Nian Sword.

Because Jing Yang was in perfect condition at the moment, without any loss, he didn't need to replenish his energy. This bit of energy circulated around him, like a cup full of water being gently shaken—it didn't spill out or go to waste, but instead circulated again and returned to the sword, seemingly stored within the Yin Nian Sword.

Looking at the densely packed divine characters on the thin blade of air, one of the strokes of the character "神" (god) became much clearer, and Jing Yang understood.

Damn, it even has a charger...

No, this should be called "inflating"?

I wonder how much energy this treasure needs to absorb to be fully charged, and how many divine runes it can illuminate in total...

As for the fact that this Yin Nian Sword can only cut through Qi and cannot cut through the human body or any physical matter, Jing Yang already knew that.

That's normal, since this isn't a capability I developed myself, and I haven't truly mastered it; it's just stored in my mind. If this thing could cut the human body, then the first one to be "cut in and out" by it should be myself, the one trying to "take" it into my body.

As a Nen ability acquired for free, it can: ① weaken an enemy's Nen in battle, thus replenishing its own; ② store Nen in peacetime, acting as a special "energy pool"; and...

You can also eliminate thoughts this way!

Jing Yang swung his sword several more times, the Qi Blade of the Yin Nian Sword accurately slashing through the green skull parasitizing the patient's body each time, gradually drawing away the skull's lingering resentment. And the ethereal divine runes on the Yin Nian Sword slowly lit up one of them.

"Is it almost clean?" Jingyang raised his sword to observe.

The emaciated man on the hospital bed, who looked like he was about to die at any moment, was now breathing much stronger, and you could even see his chest rising and falling visibly. Several family members gathered around the foot of the bed and along the wall of the room excitedly covered their mouths, some biting the back of their hands, not daring to make a sound to disturb him.

Xiao Di approached the hospital bed, her eyes behind the mask focusing her spiritual energy as she observed the man who had been struck thirty-two times by Jing Yang. The green skull remnant that had once resembled a parasitic worm on the man's withered chest had now disappeared; at least, Xiao Di's 'condensation' could not detect any trace of it.

"Alright, let's retreat then." Jing Yang pretended to twirl his sword, then remembered that apart from Xiao Di, no one present could see the Yin Nian Sword in his hand...

"Cough cough!" The person on the hospital bed coughed twice and slowly opened his eyes.

Before the others could excitedly surround them, Jingyang and Xiaodi had already slipped out of the ward. He was impatient to be thanked because he didn't feel like a truly good person.

……

"Although this method can indeed be used to eliminate thoughts, it seems too troublesome and inefficient."

Leaving the hospital, Jing Yang looked at the Yin Nian Sword in his hand, "I can only wear away the 'alien spirit' little by little when no one is around."

Looking at one of the divine runes on the sword that had become noticeably brighter, Xiao Di asked curiously, "How much energy did it store after consuming that green skull spirit?"

Jing Yang tasted the flavor: "One rune, I estimate... about 1000 Qi? Given the size of this sword, it's more than enough to fill it with twenty or so runes. In other words, conservatively speaking, the 'Qi Pool' can store at least 2 Qi for emergencies."

Xiao Di glanced back at the hospital building and asked curiously, "Was the exorcism really successful?"

Jingyang was surprised to hear this, but after thinking about it carefully, he understood.

It just means that the lingering resentment that was parasitizing that person has disappeared; it doesn't mean that you have truly eliminated that resentment.

Perhaps, the lingering resentment of that skull sensed danger and, in an attempt to survive, detached its tail and hid deep within the person's body.

Perhaps, even if there are still some remnants of the skull's lingering regret, it can still be restored little by little.

Because the thoughts transformed after being swallowed by the Yin Nian Sword were too "pure," Jing Yang was unable to discern whether the energy he had cut was entirely the energy of the skull's lingering thoughts.

If one cannot precisely sever the spirit's intent and eradicate it completely, then this move cannot be considered a true spirit exorcism. Whether or not one can exorcise spirits is something worth confirming, as spirit exorcists are extremely rare throughout the entire Hunter world…

Someone is following us.

With a flick of his wrist, Jing Yang sent the Yin Nian Sword vanishing into the depths of his own Qi, where it reappeared on the legs of the hexagonal figure on the Death Qi panel.

He and Xiao Di, who was also wearing a mask, didn't need to exchange glances; their tacit understanding arose spontaneously, and they quickened their pace together.

"Hey, wait."

The female reporter, who was not far behind, hurriedly started running as well. However, no matter how fast she sped up like a parkour runner to keep up, the two figures always remained at a distance that was neither too close nor too far from her line of sight, as if they were intentionally keeping her on the run...

……

Cafe.

A woman wearing a long-sleeved shirt and denim jacket rushed into the store. The female reporter looked around after entering and quickly spotted the masked duo who were already leisurely sitting at the table by the window. She rolled her eyes and walked over.

"Since you're willing to be interviewed, why are you running so fast?" The female reporter, still catching her breath, complained as she put down her bag and sat down opposite the two of them as if they were old friends. She asked curiously, "You actually cured that person? How did you do it?"

"Has the interview already started?" Jing Yang asked. "Time is limited. Are you sure you want to ask a question I have no idea how to answer?"

"Exclusive recipe, okay, got it." The female reporter nodded, took out a voice recorder, thought for a moment, put it back in her bag, and replaced it with pen and paper for shorthand. Showing her sincerity, she asked, "Just wondering, how do you drink coffee and eat dessert while wearing masks?"

She joked with a smile, but the other person was less polite, "So, you'd better finish the interview and leave before our coffee and desserts are served, so as not to disturb us as we lift our masks and enjoy our drinks."

"Alright, first question," the female reporter flipped through her notebook, seemingly jotting down some interview outlines, and asked rapidly, "Don't you feel ashamed of not updating for so long..."

"Ok?"

"Oh, sorry, not this page." The female reporter flipped through the pages again. "Perfect attendance... not this page either."

"Your time is really limited."

The female reporter simply flipped her notebook to a blank page, looked up, and asked, "What's written on your masks? I don't think they're just meaningless patterns, are they?"

Chapter 214 The Magician Just Happened to Pass By

"The words on the four corners of my mask, when put together, mean 'chaotic goodness.' Hers means 'healing on behalf of Heaven.'"

While waiting for coffee and dessert, Jingyang pointed to the Chinese characters on his and Xiaodi's masks.

The female reporter across from me took notes and asked, "I can roughly understand the phrase 'practicing medicine on behalf of Heaven.' It means you believe you are healing people on behalf of some kind of justice and righteousness, right?"

Seeing the masked man nod slightly, she asked again, "If that's the case, then your intentions are clearly very kind, so why do you add the word 'chaotic' to your kindness?"

Jingyang said, "We will save those we are willing to save and have the ability to save."

The female reporter kept writing and nodding, saying, "Instead of saving those who need your help, or those who ask you for help, the standard for judgment lies with you, so you belittle yourself, or rather, humble yourself as 'chaotic kindness'?"

"It's just leaving myself a way out," the masked man said. "If I'm forced to act like a saint, that would be terrible."

The female reporter smiled and said in a supportive tone, "To secretly leave oneself a way out clearly means one can't be a saint. But this makes me wonder if I should ask many of the questions I've prepared—for example, can you cure any disease or injury?"