I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

The crowd that had gathered to watch had already seen the painting before. It was a new work by a second-rate young painter, seemingly inspired by the massacre of the Kurta tribe a couple of years prior. The painting depicted a ground littered with severed limbs, among which two heads rolled together—a young boy and girl. Their eyes were black and hollow, and most viciously, two fingers were drawn in each of these empty eye sockets. Due to the scattered limbs, no one could tell whether these fingers were left by the Phantom Troupe who perpetrated the tragedy or by the Kurta tribe themselves…

Above, in the hellish night sky, a crimson full moon appeared sinister, its shape resembling a fiery red eye, like the cursed eye of a demon, coldly gazing upon the human tragedy on the ground.

The work was unsettling and its meaning unclear… While most people weren't particularly interested in it, Netero glanced at it a few more times, prompting others to stop and examine it more closely. Given that Netero seemed to chuckle twice before walking away, the purpose of this closer examination was primarily to interpret it in a negative light…

"Calm down! Pikachu, you need to calm down!" Jingyang's voice boomed like thunder in Kurapika's head, which was filled with rage. "Are you wearing colored contact lenses?"

Kurapika stared intently at the "Cursed Eye" scroll signed "Mashu = Harrison," took a deep breath, and [put it on.]

[We should be happy! This painting has caused such a commotion because of Netero, and that Harrison guy is bound to get restless and show up...] The little gray bird sharpened its claws on Kurapika's shoulder. [Now is the perfect time to take advantage of the chaos and arrest Harrison.]

"Thank you for your help."

The "Jingyan Que" that was already preparing to take off stopped again.

Kurapika, with a deadpan expression, says, "Then I'll have to trouble you, boss."

The "Jingyanyu" flew away silently, heading towards a passing waiter. It seemed it intended to subdue the waiter first and then find out where Ma Xiu Harrison lived... But soon, the "Jingyanyu" flew back silently, its face showing a vivid expression of having seen a ghost.

Not far away, Netero and Usagi Beeyo, who had just passed Kurapika and the others, were walking and talking.

Biyou suddenly asked, "By the way, where's Gail?"

Netero stroked his barbed beard and chuckled, "I asked her to take care of an old friend..."

……

Deep within the Fairy Water Mountain, in a dark cave of unknown location.

One of Gail's arms transformed into a snake that flicked its tongue, with one section of its body protruding in a rounded shape, and then rolling around chaotically.

Gai Lu frowned slightly, and finally, the long snake that her arm had transformed into opened its mouth and hissed, spraying out a cloud of gray poisonous mist.

The snake's body cracked and eventually peeled off as a layer of molted skin, falling to the ground as gray powder.

Gail's arm had returned to normal, and she said gravely, "Curing this kind of poison is as difficult as ascending to heaven..."

Before her stood a person bound by iron chains to the wall of the cave, his body covered in gray cracks. He was old and frail, with white hair that reached the ground. The entire stone wall behind him was covered with black runes, densely packed divine characters infused with Nen power.

“Heh…heh…” The old man, covered in gray cracks, had cloudy eyes and let out a low growl that was hard to understand as he spoke to Gai Lu.

"A strange poison from the Dark Continent, the guild master really knows how to give people a difficult problem."

As Gail thought this, a smile crept onto her lips.

……

"you say--"

Upon hearing Jingyang's words, Kurapika instinctively gasped, but quickly stopped himself, asking telepathically through his ring: "[Your star rating isn't working...and these waiters aren't living people either?!]"

Chapter 131 Northern Beggar and Western Poison

Jing Yang controlled the Rock Sparrow to quietly approach a waiter who was leaving the exhibition hall with an empty plate. He bent down and pecked a feather off the Rock Sparrow. A trace of blood was stained at the base of the feather. Enveloped by the Rock Sparrow's faint aura, the feather turned into a pentagram and flew toward the back of the waiter's neck, quietly imprinting itself on it.

To Jingyang's surprise, the star icon failed to materialize.

The pentagram-shaped bloodline left a mark on the waiter's neck skin, slowly flowing down as he walked away.

Don't you feel itchy skin?

Jing Yang landed on the ground by the wall and quietly watched the waiter walk away. When he passed the corner, he suddenly felt the latter's presence disappear.

This wasn't Jingyang controlling Iwatzu's body to use "En." In fact, Jingyang's skills hadn't reached that level yet. It was only necessary to use "En" to detect when the target used "Zetsu" to seal their aura at such close range. Otherwise, for someone like Jingyang who had trained in Nen for so long and whose normal senses had become exceptionally sharp, he would have been able to detect if a living person's aura suddenly disappeared at a normal distance, or if someone was staring intently at him.

Just now, the waiter disappeared suddenly after turning the corner.

"My control system malfunctioned for one of two reasons: ① The other party has been controlled by someone else; ② The other party is not human at all."

Jingyang pondered the matter.

"If it's scenario ①, then unless it's the effect of manipulating that waiter's ability—like teleporting him out of thin air—it's most likely scenario ②... But why did he disappear as soon as he turned the corner?"

"The reaction was caused by my use of my ability on it?"

"Try another waiter..."

As Jingyang was thinking this, he suddenly noticed that the feather he had pecked off had floated back and grown back from where it had been plucked.

"The self-healing ability of the starred item..."

Jing Yang recalled the wolf he had controlled. When its head was severed, the severed head moved slowly toward the severed neck under the control of the star, clearly not growing back from the part carrying the star.

"If there are any remaining limbs, they will be recycled first; otherwise, it will take more time for them to slowly regrow..."

During his duel with Yun Gu in the Sky Arena, Jing Yang lost an arm. If that arm is completely destroyed, it's unknown how long it will take for Jing Yang to recover.

Reattaching a severed arm and regenerating a severed arm are two different concepts.

"Shall we find an opportunity to test it out?"

"Who should I look for...?"

……

Are the waiters not living people?

Kurapika used his ring to transmit his voice, asking, "How many waiters did you use to test them with stars?"

[Eight, I guess. Four of them, like the first one, can't be starred.] The little gray bird perched on his shoulder. As night deepened, Kurapika's employer had taken a stroll and was preparing to return to his room.

Kurapika asked as he walked, "Where are the other four?"

I didn't touch the other four; I just followed along and saw how things went. It's the controlled variable method, after all!

"What?" Kurapika asked, puzzled.

Jingyang then explained the unusual situation where the waiter had disappeared as soon as he turned the corner.

Kurapika, as expected, was quick-witted and immediately understood Jingyang's intention. Clearly, Jingyang was trying to confirm the reason why the waiter disappeared around the corner.

"So, what was the result?" he pressed.

"All eight waiters have disappeared," Jing Yang transmitted his voice slowly.

In other words, their disappearance has nothing to do with you.

It's not necessarily unrelated.

Kurapika thought about it carefully, "You said they disappeared around the corner, which means the condition that triggered their sudden disappearance wasn't being attacked by anyone, but rather—"

[—No one saw it.]

Their voices rang in each other's minds almost simultaneously.

Meanwhile, in the hotel corridor, around the corner, a waiter carrying a tray with several bottles of wine quietly and calmly brushed past the crowd.

On Kurapika's shoulder, the little gray bird turned its head, watching the other's back.

"Is he one of the ones you've been following?" Kurapika asked.

"Hmm." The "Jingyan Sparrow" withdrew its gaze, lowered its head, and preened its feathers. "Now we can confirm that they didn't disappear; they simply relocated."

[The condition is that as long as they aren't seen by anyone, they'll find a chance to disappear silently...] Kurapika analyzed for a moment, then quickly felt speechless. [But they'll reappear, still as waiters. What's the point? Just to save walking time?]

Half a day passed, but Jingyang's response still didn't come to mind.

Kurapika glanced sideways at the little gray bird on his shoulder. The little gray bird also turned its head and chirped at him.

Kurapika immediately realized that Jingyang's consciousness was no longer with the bird.

"Kurapika, you're in charge of the main gate." The bodyguards began coordinating and assigning tasks. These few were responsible for the night shift and would be on duty until 7 a.m. the next morning.

【Something came up, we'll talk later.】 Jingyang's voice finally popped up.

Kurapika nodded calmly with a deadpan expression, planning to check on the situation himself after 7 a.m. the next morning.

……

As for Jingyang, the reason he went offline was mainly because he saw Xiaodi arrive.

Late at night, the other martial artists who had already been eliminated, and those who had insisted on staying to watch, were all back at their hotels to rest and adjust their condition.

Xiao Di, on the other hand, returned from the hotel to the training ground with the moon and stars shining brightly. She sat alone on the sidelines.

The "soul" in Jingyang's mind looked over, [Go back to your room and rest. What are you doing back here?]

Xiao Di hugged her knees, rested her chin on her knees, and looked at Jing Yang from afar. [I can't sleep alone.]

Jingyang's "soul" immediately shouted to the Sky Master who was sitting cross-legged in front of everyone: "As long as the 'soul' doesn't dissipate, the physical body can do whatever it wants without breaking the rules, right?"

Master Sky sat in meditation with his eyes closed, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Jingyang repeated it twice more, but the other party still did not respond.

Jing Yang thought to himself, "Even if I were to, in my current state, the 'chantment' I utter would only be audible to those using the 'Concentration' skill. Surely this so-called Sky Master wouldn't be completely unresponsive?"

Okay, fine, I'll stop pretending, alright?

"Take a break." Jing Yang's physical body spoke in a human voice, casually replying to Master Sky before running to Xiao Di on the sidelines. They sat side by side, and Xiao Di naturally tilted her head to rest against his. Suddenly remembering something, she looked at Jing Yang's "soul" still floating in the air, then at Jing Yang's body, and asked in confusion, "With so many perspectives, won't Jing Yang feel confused?"

Jingyang, the "soul," smiled. "There's no one with my abilities..."

“Of course it’ll feel confusing,” said Jingyang’s physical body next to Xiaodi. Then Xiaodi herself spoke, her eyes changing, and she laughed in Jingyang’s tone, “But I won’t. Because although there are a few more perspectives, there are also several ‘brains’ helping to process them.”

Whew, Little Drops recovered and nodded thoughtfully.

The other martial artists who were struggling in the training ground were shocked by this change, but when they looked at Zhen Yuanzi's "soul" that was still "in the same place", they didn't know what expression to make.

He can do this? How is this calculated?

Zhehao immediately lost his composure; his "soul" vanished behind his head, his body awoke, and he sighed and collapsed to the ground.

"Zhen Yuanzi's manipulation system seems to be the type that allows him to completely control his body..." Yun Gu's "soul" thought silently, while glancing at Master Sky in front of everyone.

When Jing Yang's physical body seemed to get up from class, greet the teacher, and then quickly leave through the back door, the Sky Master opened his eyes and looked at him. This confirmed to Jing Yang that the so-called Sky Master, with his white hair and youthful face, was at least not deaf... But at the beginning, when Jing Yang's "soul" called him, he couldn't hear it. Was he pretending, or was he artificially disabled?

Is it really a clone of Nen?

Or is it simply a materialized humanoid Nen beast?

The move that this guy used to unleash the "souls" of everyone was undoubtedly an attack of the release type.

If it's an Emission type, then both teleporting from the foot of the mountain to the top and being able to launch Nen beasts over extremely long distances can be explained.