While I was chanting a curse, the system said I was Xiao Yan?

Satoru Gojo's voice echoed across the empty playground, carrying the resentment of a child who hadn't gotten any candy.

Looking up at the 'tent' above, the semi-transparent black film had long since disappeared, revealing the clear sky outside.

Sunlight streamed down, illuminating the vacant land that had been ravaged beyond recognition by the rainbow dragon.

"Are you all alright?!"

"How did the 'tent' get damaged?"

Footsteps came from the school gate. Ijichi jogged in, his forehead covered in sweat, looking very nervous. Two policemen stood behind him at the school gate, peering inside cautiously.

Gojo Satoru waved his hand and said, "There was a level one cursed spirit invading, but it's no problem. We've already dealt with it easily."

He ran a few steps closer and his gaze fell on Gojo Satoru's elbow, where his high school coat had a hole in it, revealing cracked skin and bloodstains underneath.

"What?! Level 1!"

"Gojo-kun, you're injured!"

He looked at Xia Youjie again, but didn't see any injuries, then turned to look at Tian Yan.

I noticed a bruise on his right arm as well, with a little blood on the surface. Although it wasn't as serious as Gojo Satoru's injury, it was still an injury.

Ijichi's voice was clearly panicked: "You two are injured! I'll treat you immediately and take you to the college's infirmary for treatment!"

Tianyan waved his hand: "My little injury is nothing serious. Let's treat Gojo Satoru first."

Gojo Satoru put his arm around Ichiji's shoulder: "Yeah, my injuries are obviously more serious. Tenen's injuries probably healed on the way to the hospital!"

Xia Youjie took out his phone and pointed it at Gojo Satoru's elbow: "You look so energetic, it seems your injury isn't too serious."

"Let me take a picture and show it to Shoko."

Gojo Satoru immediately struck a pose, proudly displaying his wound: "Take a good picture, this is a symbol of my hard work!"

Click! Click! Click!

Tianyan:......

Ijichi took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead, his gaze returning to the messy ground in the center of the playground.

Gravel, cracks, black bloodstains, and a huge crater created by something pressing down on it.

His face paled even more.

"Oh, right..."

He seemed to suddenly remember something, and lowered his voice slightly: "Those two high school students... have you found them?"

Tianyan pointed to the third floor: "The body is in that toilet."

Following his gaze, Ijichi saw that on the east side of the third floor, the door of the women's restroom had been smashed, with half of the door hanging crookedly on the frame, revealing the dark space inside.

The walls of the corridor were splattered with black liquid, stretching from the third floor all the way to the first floor, like the tracks left by some kind of giant beast.

Ijichi's lips pressed into a line, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't speak.

Xia Youjie stood aside, his voice calm but with an objective tone: "The survival rate of an ordinary high school student encountering a level two cursed spirit like Taro is extremely low."

He paused for a moment, then said, "It's already quite good that the body was preserved."

Ijichi lowered his head and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he took a deep breath, raised his head, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and his expression returned to its professional composure.

"I understand. Leave the rest to us."

He waved behind him, and the two policemen standing at the school gate immediately jogged in, carrying various tools and running solemnly into the building.

The group arrived at the door.

Tianyan said to the three of them, "Now that the cursed spirit has been destroyed, let's part ways here."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head: "Where are you going? Not back to the vocational high school?"

"I'll go there later." Tianyan waved his hand. "I have some things to do; I need to visit an elder."

Xia Youjie glanced at him, didn't ask any further questions, and simply nodded and smiled gently: "Take care on the road, Tianyan-jun. See you at school."

Tianyan got into the car and drove towards the city.

Ichiji watched Tenen's car disappear at the end of the street before letting out a long sigh of relief and turning to look at Gojo Satoru and Natsuyuki.

"Boys, we should head back now. Wu Tiao's injuries need to be treated as soon as possible."

"What's the rush?"

Gojo Satoru casually opened the back door and plopped down inside, crossing his long legs casually: "It's not like it's the first time I've gotten injured."

Xia Youjie sat next to him, fastened his seatbelt, and then glanced at Yidizhi.

"Mr. Ijichi, there's something I'd like to confirm."

Ichiji glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "What is it?"

"There should be some reward for this mission, right?"

Ichiji nodded: "Yes, there are corresponding rewards for exorcising cursed spirits. The rewards are determined by the window based on the level of the cursed spirit and the difficulty of the task."

This mission is to recruit a level two cursed spirit; the reward is approximately...

"And what about Tianyan-jun, who helped this time?"

Xia Youjie: "Although he has not officially enrolled yet, he did participate in the exorcism and played a key role."

Ichiji paused for a moment, a troubled expression on his face: "Well... after all, Tenyan isn't a college student yet, so the payment of his salary needs to go through the proper procedures. I might need to ask the higher-ups for their opinion."

"Just let them know."

Xia Youjie's tone was gentle but firm: "I will also explain the situation to Teacher Ye'e. Tianyan-jun helped, so he should receive a corresponding reward."

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes and slumped back in his chair with his hands behind his head.

"Jay, you're taking this too seriously. That guy is from the Zen-in family, even if he's adopted. Do you think the Zen-in family would be short of his money?"

"This isn't a matter of whether we lack money or not."

Xia Youjie shook his head: "Efforts should be rewarded in order to maintain the normal operation of society."

The same applies to sorcerers. If they are not rewarded for helping others every time because they are "not short of money," then over time, helping others will become a matter of course.

Things taken for granted are not cherished.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and glanced at him, then clicked his tongue: "You're taking things too seriously. Be careful not to get stuck on a rut."

Xia Youjie did not refute, but just smiled.

The car drove smoothly on the highway, and the sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating Gojo Satoru's lazy face.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing up.

The power of the spell surged from his palm, not dissipating freely as usual, but being drawn by some force, and began to slowly rotate.

At first it was just a small clump, but as the power of the spell was continuously injected, the vortex grew larger and faster.

He raised his left hand, and another vortex appeared, but this one spun in the opposite direction.

Xia Youjie stared at the two constantly rotating vortexes of magical energy: "Wu, what is this? The development of 'Cang' and 'He'?"

Gojo Satoru's lips slowly curved into a smile: "Yeah, a little bit, I have some inspiration."