Curse Return: Swordsmith Start

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"Then should I continue with the project?"

The man from Yue nodded.

"Yes, creating a barrier that can be set up in the Soul Rift is also a problem that needs to be solved now. Foreseeable normal barriers should be useless."

"A barrier that adapts to an unknown and special environment seems to be a huge project."

"That's why I'm troubling you, a genius, even though I myself think it's a bit of a stretch."

"Really? That's an honor. Am I really someone you can entrust your life to? Hmm, it feels great. Leave it to me."

Yuki Tsukumo is a genius, that's for sure. She has both the strength of a Special Grade expert and the intelligence of a researcher. She had been struggling because she didn't have the necessary resources, so she didn't show much change in the main story. But even so, she still completed her research on the soul and helped her descendants 68 years later.

Now that she has Yue Ren as a partner who can easily provide the necessary conditions, her genius is shining brightly.

This is something she is certain of in her heart, so even though she is just smiling lightly and acting casually, she has undoubtedly made up her mind.

It's both a way of self-expression and a desire to respond to expectations.

She was determined to witness the future described by this guy, and she would give everything for it.

At the same time, the Yue man took a booklet out of his pocket and handed it to the other person.

"This is?"

"The basic knowledge about the Heavenly Origin Barrier Technique that I compiled is too large. I feel that it would be risky to pass it on to you directly, so I separated out some less important parts for you to study yourself. It should be helpful if you want to study it, or at least serve as a reference."

Even a skilled cook cannot make a meal without rice. The Yue people, who understood this principle, had no intention of keeping it to themselves and were always willing to share this knowledge, which was extremely precious in the eyes of ordinary practitioners.

Perhaps in his eyes this was not something precious, after all, the way he obtained it was not very difficult.

As he spoke, the Yue man extended his hand.

Yuki immediately understood what the other party wanted to do.

"Indeed, it's convenient, but the feeling is really unpleasant."

Although he said that, he didn't mean to refuse at all and shook hands with her without hesitation.

A moment later, Jiujiu released Yue Ren's hand, rubbed his throbbing temples, and couldn't hide his surprise on his face.

"As expected of a sorcerer who has lived for a thousand years, this level of skill is simply breathtaking. Tengen... is also a genius."

The fact that he could instantly raise the level of Yue Ren's barrier technique to lv4 is enough to illustrate the point. Simply acquiring the knowledge without much application is enough to make him comparable to a barrier technique master, which speaks volumes.

It's no wonder that a genius like Yuki Tsukumo could be so impressed.

"There are usable areas within the existing barrier in Tianyuan. Once we complete the modification of the relevant barrier techniques, I plan to conduct a small-scale pilot test within Japan."

"The higher-ups in the sorcery world would not allow such a thing to happen."

The woman pondered the feasibility of the plan with a hint of surprise.

"Heh...they won't have a choice then."

"They're barely able to take care of themselves right now, so how could they have the time and energy to deal with these things?"

"..."

"Where to begin?"

The Yue man was slightly taken aback, then realized what he meant and explained with a smile:

"It's normal that you're busy with your research and don't know. Not long ago, the head of the Zen family changed. It was Fukuro Megumi, the one who asked you to help before. Now, those higher-ups should be thinking about how to protect their own positions and power, not meddling in other people's business."

"I see... Developing techniques, inheriting the family line—so it seems everything was part of your plan?"

"I guess so. It's like boiling a frog in lukewarm water. We'll see how they react next, but judging from their past record, they're probably just waiting to die."

Gojo Satoru isn't stupid either. With such a huge boost, he would arrange for the Gojo family to put pressure on them. So, those high-ranking officials aren't having an easy time right now.

Whether it succumbs to despair or erupts in a final frenzy, the outcome is already predetermined: the hereditary power grab by the nobility in this country is about to end.

"Have you found a replacement?"

"I guess so..."

"Everyone just needs some time to adjust."

In October, there was already a slight chill in the air in Tokyo.

Shibuya.

The ginkgo trees outside the window are starting to turn yellow, their leaves trembling in the wind like a flock of butterflies about to take flight.

In an unassuming coffee shop, on the second floor by the window, Xia Youjie, dressed in a monk's robe, sat with a cup of black coffee that had gone cold in front of him.

The handsome, sunny man's charm caused the women around him and the receptionist to blush slightly. If it weren't for the people sitting opposite them talking, they probably wouldn't have been able to resist going up to chat and ask for his contact information.

Xia Youjie's fingers slowly circled the rim of the cup, as if drawing an invisible circle.

Across from me sat a man in a suit, sunglasses, and with his hair neatly combed.

His briefcase was placed at his feet, the zipper half open, revealing a white envelope inside.

"Mr. Xia You".

The man in the suit spoke in a low voice, devoid of any emotion, or rather, he was trying his best to suppress his emotions.

"The higher-ups mean that as long as you cooperate, all previous debts can be wiped clean, your people can be re-registered, your businesses can be legalized, and even..."

He leaned forward, his voice even softer.

"You can go back to the vocational college."

Xia Youjie stopped tapping his fingers and stared at the swirling coffee stains in the cup for a long time.

Then he raised his head and finally looked directly at the well-dressed lackey in front of him, a smile playing on his lips, not a sneer, but something colder.

"Back to a vocational college?"

He repeated those four words in his mouth with a slightly doubtful tone.

"Interesting. You've actually had to ask me, a notorious fugitive, for help. It seems your master isn't doing so well."

The man in the suit's smile froze for a moment.

"Mr. Xia, you've misunderstood. We are sincere..."

"Sincerely?"

Xia Youjie interrupted him.

"When forced into a corner, they finally realize how fragile their position is, so they frantically try to grab everything; they're capable of anything."

The man in the suit didn't speak, but his slightly trembling body indicated that he was not at peace.

Xia Youjie looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Go back and tell your master," he said, standing up and pressing a banknote under his cup.

"I have no interest in being a dog that wags its tail and begs for others, especially not one like you guys who aren't even as good as monkeys."

He turned around and walked downstairs. After a few steps, he stopped and looked back.

"By the way, tell that level one mage sitting in the back that next time you're disguising yourself, remember to control your heartbeat too, it's too noisy."

He left, his footsteps fading into the distance on the stairs.

The man in the suit sat there, sweat trickling down his temples and dripping onto his tie, leaving a small dark stain.

Xia Youjie passed by the front desk, smiled at the slightly nervous and shy girl next door, and then left.

In the corner, a man in a hoodie stood up, walked to the window, looked at the receding figure below, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

He refused.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Is that so? In that case, let those guys get started."

On a rooftop not far from the same city, a charming woman smiled upon receiving the news.

"Let's begin. Be careful not to let them get close; his spell is a bit troublesome."

"Hmph, it's alright, after all, the main purpose is to create momentum."

"Hehe, you're right. Then I'll leave it to you. Water clock, impeach."

The next moment, an overwhelming shadow descended. The citizens of Shibuya who noticed the abnormality instinctively looked up, but their expressions froze the next moment.

"What...is that?"

At that moment, the people of Shibuya recalled the deep-seated fear of colossal creatures hidden within the human heart.

As Xia Youjie walked along the road, he saw that familiar figure. He was first taken aback, and then a surprised smile appeared on his face.

"You really think highly of me, you cursed spirits."

......

Tokyo, an underground facility.

The sounds of clashing swords were incessant.

Hiromi Higurashi stood on the sidelines, holding a referee's hammer in his hand, but his fingers were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white, as if he were holding something of immense weight.

The violent fluctuations in his body indirectly answered the question; clearly, he was now greatly exhausted, to the point where he felt the hammer in his hand was very heavy.

"Relax," came the Yue man's voice from the other side.

The sun rises.

The boy he had met once before stood opposite him, holding a wooden sword in his hand, looking relaxed, not at all like someone who had been practicing for more than an hour.

Riche was completely convinced. This guy's stamina was a bottomless pit. During the sparring just now, he didn't use any magical power to strengthen his body, or perhaps he didn't let Riche see it. But whatever the possibility, it proved one thing: this guy was far stronger than Riche.

At the same time, she was also wondering what her mentality was when she followed him here, and what she was thinking at the time.

Even though he had no intention of acknowledging this guy anymore, and even though he wanted to pretend nothing had happened, seeing him leisurely appear on his usual route, with that confident smile on his face, made him unable to resist the urge to beat up this guy who had ruined his life.

So he caught up and used everything he had figured out during this time: spells, combat techniques, and domain expansion.

However, things always turned out differently than he expected. He was completely crushed in battle, his spells were thoroughly dismantled, and even his domain was easily pointed out for its flaws.

A complete and utter crushing defeat, and what's even more infuriating is the opponent's disappointed expression, as if to say, "This is all the level you can achieve," while simultaneously breaking through his layers of attacks and pointing out flaws and suggestions for improvement...

Anger was building up, but he didn't show it much, still staring at the Yue people with dead fish eyes.

That brat!!!

"I'm not nervous."

The Japanese car said.

"I know, I'm talking about your body. There's no need to force yourself to change. You have your own style. You should integrate the fighting techniques you've learned into your own style, instead of rashly learning my swordsmanship just because you feel a little crushed."

Riche looked down at his hands and realized that he had been gripping his weapon very tightly; the recoil from the battle had caused his tiger's mouth to crack.

Yes, he had to admit he was completely out of options. Being so thoroughly outmatched for the first time had made him lose his composure.

"The information you gave me said that Japan has the most cursed spirits in the world. Why is that?"

"It could be the geographical location, or it could be that people here are more prone to curses; who knows for sure?"

Yue Ren replied indifferently that there was no need to delve into this question, as it was meaningless, but he was concerned about another issue.

"You've already seen the cursed spirit?"

"Small things are everywhere in the workplace; it would be strange not to see them."

Riche didn't know how to evaluate this boy. His methods were unbelievable. During this period, whenever he faced a situation he didn't understand, he would suddenly recall some relevant knowledge, as if he had known it before. This special and bizarre method made him feel terrified.

God knows how shocked he was when the memory of the fly suddenly appeared in his mind the first time he saw it.

"That's true, the profession of lawyer is very stressful."

Yue Ren nodded. Most cursed spirits are born in places with a lot of negative emotions, and the cursed spirits born there don't tend to wander around; they tend to linger in their birthplace.

Stress and negative emotions are almost always linked; the greater the stress, the greater the negative emotions. Certain professions are indeed more likely to attract cursed spirits, and lawyers are clearly one of them.

"Why give me this power? What do you want me to do?"

Faced with this question, Yue Ren raised his hand and pointed to Ri Che himself.

"Of course, be yourself."

"Domain expansion—this isn't a power that just anyone can obtain. You've grasped this profound art of sorcerers in just a few days, and you're asking me this kind of question?"

"Just because I'm talented?"

Riche still didn't believe it, as if someone casually threw a life-changing opportunity to a beggar on the street simply because it suited the beggar. Does such a person really exist in this world?

"Also because you're a good person, a good lawyer. If I had to say what I'd want you to do, wouldn't it count as exorcising cursed spirits as much as possible, understanding the world of sorcery, and maintaining world peace?"

"..."

"What kind of answer is that? Is it just teenage angst?"

Ultimately, Japan could only attribute its decision to this possibility, which even it would immediately refute upon considering.

"That's one way to think about it. Use this power to create a world without sorrow, you mature adult."

After watching the boy deliver such embarrassing lines in an exaggerated tone without showing the slightest embarrassment, Nichisha was completely defeated.

The car was truly impressed, finally putting aside its conspiracy theories and feeling like an idiot for even thinking that way.

This kid is just having fun watching him.

"Attorney Nissan, has your life become any better because you gained special powers?"

"Not at all, it's gotten worse."

The wildly popular online novel, "Curse Returns: The Swordsmith's Start," is a heartfelt work by author Hualong Zhishe.