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

Gojo Satoru hummed in agreement.

Xia Youjie walked up to the fourth floor and stopped in front of a door.

The number written on the doorplate is the room where the asteroid body is located, as described in the mission.

He raised his hand, just about to knock on the door, when his brows furrowed and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Cursed power!

A massive amount of violent, clearly malicious cursed energy exploded from the other side of the door!

Xia Youjie had no time to think; his body instinctively leaped backward, and the next second...

"boom!"

The entire door, frame and all, was blown off the wall, scattering wood chips and debris everywhere. Thick smoke and dust billowed out of the doorway and filled the corridor.

Xia Youjie covered his mouth and nose with one hand and walked out from inside a spherical bandaged cursed spirit, squinting as he looked into the room through the smoke.

The room was a complete mess.

The furniture was shattered into pieces, the walls were covered in cracks, the light bulbs on the ceiling were shattered, and shards of glass were scattered all over the floor.

Just as Xia Youjie was about to step into the room, he suddenly felt a strong gust of air rushing in from the direction of the broken window.

He turned his head abruptly.

On the other side of the window, a girl in a black school uniform was flying out of the broken window frame.

Her body traced an arc in the air, like an abandoned rag doll, her long hair scattered in the wind, her eyes closed, clearly unconscious.

"Nenchi Riko!"

Xia Youjie immediately guessed the girl's true identity.

Without hesitation, he shot out of the broken window like an arrow.

The ground floor was more than ten stories high, and the ground rapidly expanded in the field of vision. The wind rushed into the collar, making the uniform flutter loudly.

Xia Youjie waved his right hand in the air.

Black mist surged from his palm, rapidly expanding, condensing, and taking shape in the air.

A giant bird-like spirit, two or three meters long, emerged from the black mist.

Xia Youjie's feet landed on the back of the cursed spirit, his knees slightly bent, thus absorbing the impact of the fall.

His gaze was fixed on the white figure falling through the air, and he pointed forward with his right hand.

The cursed spirit let out a clear cry, its wings flapped suddenly, and it swooped down like lightning toward the direction of Tian Lizi.

The wind whistled in my ears.

The distance is rapidly closing.

Xia Youjie bent down, stretched out his arm, and precisely wrapped his arm around Tian Lizi's waist.

The impact traveled from my arm to my shoulder, and I used the spell spirit to fly downwards, dissipating the force and firmly holding the girl's body in my arms.

Riko was still unconscious, but thankfully, her physical condition did not appear to have suffered any serious damage.

The cursed spirit traced an arc in the air, carrying the two of them slowly to the outside of the room.

Through the broken window, a figure in a white uniform and a black mask emerged from the smoke.

"That uniform...you must be a sorcerer from a vocational college. Why did you do this?"

The person spoke, their voice hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against sheet metal. Above the black mask covering their mouth and nose, their eyes gleamed with annoyance at being interrupted.

"Letting her fall like that is better for everyone, isn't it?"

"Now you're going to die because of this brat!"

Xia Youjie, holding Tian Lizi in his arms, put his hand to his ear, looking puzzled. "What are you saying? It's a bit windy outside, I didn't hear you!"

Seeing the mocking smile on Xia Youjie's lips, the combatant from the Cursed Mage Group Q roared, "Did you hear that?! Hand over the brat now, or I'll kill you!"

Xia Youjie gave him another puzzled look: "?"

at the same time.

downstairs.

Gojo Satoru leaned against the railing, hands in his pockets, looking as casual as if he were enjoying the breeze on his own balcony.

His eyes were closed, but all six of them were open, and everything within a radius of several kilometers was clearly presented in his consciousness.

Then he felt it.

Seven streams of magical energy reacted, approaching him from different directions at an extremely fast speed.

Gojo turned his head.

Seven blades of different shapes flew in from seven different directions, moving so fast that they left afterimages in the air. The sound of the blades cutting through the air was sharp like a whistle. They attacked from seven sides, blocking all possible angles for him to dodge.

Seven Knives' targets were all his vital points.

Throat, heart, temples, back of the head.

Each knife was precisely aimed at a fatal spot, as if someone had measured it from a distance with a ruler.

Gojo Satoru stood still, without even blinking.

He didn't even move.

The seven knives stopped simultaneously half a meter in front of him.

It wasn't blocked by anything, but rather it felt like it had hit an invisible wall, hovering in mid-air, the blade trembling slightly and emitting a faint buzzing sound, as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand.

Unscrupulous techniques!

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over the hovering swords, a half-smile curving his lips.

"Oh dear, that was close!"

His gaze passed over the knives and landed on the street not far away.

Another figure in a white uniform and a black mask was standing there.

He clapped, seemingly applauding what had just happened: "That was fantastic! You must be the very famous Gojo Satoru!"

"Let me, the strongest combatant in the Q organization, test whether the rumors are true!"

Gojo Satoru looked at him, the corners of his mouth curving into a wider smile.

"interesting."

He stretched his neck, and his joints made a crisp cracking sound.

"Let's have some fun then."

......

Not far away, another building.

Top floor, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Two people were standing there.

A burly man, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, his muscles faintly visible beneath the fabric, had a scar on the corner of his mouth that added a touch of ferocity to his already somewhat roguish face.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, his posture languid, his gaze fixed on the apartment building where the battle was taking place, his expression as calm as if he were watching a performance that had nothing to do with him.

Fu Heishen'er.

Standing next to him was another man, dressed in a suit, with neatly styled short hair and a shrewd smile typical of businessmen.

He is the contact person for the cursed man's bounty website, a broker who moves between the dark worlds.

"How about it, Zen Monastery? Aren't you going to get involved in this new slurry assassination?"

"The price offered by the Panxing Sect is quite attractive."

He paused, then turned his phone screen towards Shen'er, exposing the number more clearly to the sunlight.

Fuheshchen's gaze returned from the distance to the number, lingering for less than half a second.

He then looked away and returned his gaze to the apartment building where the battle was taking place.

"The Panxing Sect has no sorcerers."

His voice was low and husky, with a lazy nonchalance: "So they found you and sent you to find me."

The broker smiled and nodded: "They know that dealing with sorcerers requires professionals."

He paused, then his smile deepened.

"And no one is more professional at dealing with sorcerers than you, the 'Sorcerer Killer'!"

Fuhesh did not speak.

His gaze fell on the white-haired figure standing downstairs in the distance, being attacked.

Gojo Satoru.

Six eyes.

Unlimited techniques.

The strongest genius in the Gojo family.

The broker stood beside him, not urging him, but simply waiting quietly.

He knew that people like Fuheshel didn't need to be rushed.

They have their own rhythm, their own judgment, their own...prices.

The silence lasted for about ten seconds.

Then Fuheshchen spoke up: "I accepted."

The broker's smile grew even brighter.

He quickly tapped a few buttons on his phone, then looked up: "The Panxing Sect will be very happy."

"The deposit has been transferred to your account. The balance will be paid after the task is completed..."

"Know."

Fuhesh interrupted him, turning and walking towards the door: "I know the process better than you do."

The broker smiled, said nothing more, and stepped aside to make way.

Fuheshen'er walked to the door and paused for a moment.

"Also, it's no longer a Zen temple. I've married into it; now it's Fukuko."