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

Gojo Satoru walked out with a satisfied look on his face.

He tilted his head towards the closed door, his tone laced with barely suppressed pleasure: "Seeing their faces, 'clearly angry but helpless against me,' is more satisfying than eating dessert!"

"It's a pity it wasn't perfect, otherwise the dessert would have been chilled!"

He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "But that should be enough to move you, Tianyan!"

Tian Yan's lips curved slightly, then he nodded expressionlessly and said in a mechanical tone, "Yes, I am very touched."

Gojo Satoru scoffed, "You're really boring~"

They watched for a while as the glass was being "treated" inside, when Tenyan suddenly spoke up.

"Enlightenment".

Gojo Satoru tilted his head: "Hmm?"

"You came all the way from Okinawa, is that alright?"

Tianyan frowned slightly: "Isn't there still someone offering a bounty on Tian Lizi over there?"

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, then waved his hand, speaking in a relaxed tone as if he were talking about a trivial matter that had already been resolved.

"Oh, that one."

He stretched, his joints making a crisp cracking sound: "The bounty has been cancelled."

Tianyan raised an eyebrow: "Cancelled?"

"Um."

Gojo Satoru nodded: "I don't know who did it, but the task on the bounty website is gone. I guess the poster withdrew it, or..."

He paused, the smile widening slightly. "The poster has been dealt with. If so, that's for the best. Cursed masters and all that stuff should just disappear!"

Tianyan's expression remained unchanged, but he silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

One of the reasons he did those things before was to make the bounty disappear, and now it seems he has achieved his goal.

As for Gojo Satoru's claim that the bounty poster was dealt with, Tenyan thought he was overthinking it, because he knew that the person who posted the bounty was Shen Er.

Gojo Satoru continued, "Besides, Guy is there too, nothing will happen."

He glanced at Tian Yan, his smile widening further: "That guy Jie, although he usually seems mild-mannered, is quite reliable when he gets serious. With him watching over Tian Yan, there won't be any problems."

Tianyan nodded without saying anything more, but his brows furrowed slightly.

He thought of Lu Suo, whom he had met in the Panxing Sect. As someone who had been causing trouble for thousands of years, Lu Suo was very keen on making things difficult for Tianyuan. He just hoped that nothing unexpected would happen.

......

The pinball hall next to the rowing track.

The air was thick with smoke and a cacophony of voices. The sounds of small steel balls colliding and the electronic noise of the machines blended together like a never-ending, headache-inducing symphony.

Fuheshel sat in front of a pinball machine, the basket in front of him piled high with small steel balls that reflected a silvery-white light under the machine's lights.

He slumped in the chair, one hand supporting his chin, the other casually pressing buttons, his eyes half-open, as if he might fall asleep at any moment.

He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and flip-flops. He looked strangely at ease in this noisy pinball arcade, as if the place was made just for him.

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

middleman.

A contact person for the Cursed Ones Bounty Website, a broker who moves between the dark worlds.

"Mr. Shen, you seem to be having a lucky day?"

"good."

He said, "I lost on horse racing, I lost on boat racing, I lost on pinball... but overall... I didn't lose anything."

She didn't even look at him; her gaze was fixed on the screen of the pinball machine. Her fingers pressed the buttons idly, and small steel balls fell into the machine one by one, making a "clattering" sound.

"But you didn't come here specifically to tell me this, did you?"

Shen Er spoke, his voice low and husky, with his usual languidness: "I only asked you to remove the bounty and transfer the money to my account, why did you come all the way here in person?"

The middleman smiled, took out a bank card from his suit pocket, and twirled it between his fingers.

"I'm here on behalf of the Panxing Sect."

Shen Er's finger paused on the button for a moment.

He turned his head and glanced at the middleman, a hint of surprise flashing in his lazy eyes.

"Panxing Cult?"

He repeated the name, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Didn't the Panxing Sect disappear?"

In fact, the Panxing Sect should have been gone. He watched with his own eyes as that little fox Tianyan wiped it out with a pistol and a "Heavenly Edict".

That guy who seemed to be the patriarch, along with a bunch of high-ranking members, had all ascended to immortality. Based on his understanding of such organizations, the Panxing Cult was definitely gone.

The middleman shrugged: "To be honest, I don't know exactly what happened either."

His voice carried a hint of helplessness: "I was just relaying a message."

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, carefully choosing his words: "The person who came to see me wasn't from the Panxing Sect, at least I've never seen her before. She said she was relaying a message from 'that person' behind the Panxing Sect, but she didn't say who it was, and I didn't ask."

He paused, his smile becoming somewhat meaningful: "In our line of work, we shouldn't ask what we shouldn't ask, and we shouldn't look at what we shouldn't look at. That's basic etiquette."

She clicked her tongue, then suddenly paused, "You're not here to ask for my deposit back, are you?"

The middleman smiled helplessly: "Of course not, they didn't make that request, otherwise the money would have been transferred directly instead of going into your account."

He paused, then took a slip of paper from another pocket and handed it to Shen'er.

"This time I'm here for a new commission."

Shen Er took the note and glanced at it.

He frowned slightly: "It's still about the stellar body, huh? You're really persistent."

The middleman's voice drifted over from the side: "Kidnap the astral body and take her to the designated place."

Shen Er's gaze shifted from the note to the middleman's face.

"And this time, Gojo Satoru isn't in Okinawa."

The middleman added, his smile widening, "This news has been confirmed."

Shen Er scratched the corner of his mouth and casually pressed a button on the machine: "Then it shouldn't be too difficult. You can find someone else to do it, right?"

"I just received a small sum of money, so I'm not very enthusiastic about doing tasks right now."

The middleman simply smiled and handed over the bank card: "The reward for this mission is quite substantial. The other party is very generous, paying the reward upfront, and regardless of whether the mission succeeds or not, the money will still be yours."

Shen Er took the bank card, glanced at the numbers on the passbook, widened his eyes slightly, and then gave a playful smile.

He waved the bank card in the air: "Looks like they're really serious about this. Aren't they worried I'll take the money and not do the job?"

The middleman shrugged: "They trust you a lot over there."

"Oh."

Shen Er raised an eyebrow and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

He held the bank card in his hand, stood up from the pinball machine, stretched, and his knuckles cracked.

"Alright."

He put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the door, his pace unhurried, his flip-flops making a 'pat-pat' sound on the greasy floor of the pinball arcade.

"I'll take this job."

Shen Er stood at the door, took the note out of his pocket, and glanced at it again.

Okinawa.

The corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile.

"interesting."