Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

He, as the son of the Gojo family, knew all too well how miserable the status of those without magical powers and women in Zen temples was.

"Tsk." Fukuro Megumi slightly lowered his body, and for the first time, a hint of emotion other than vigilance appeared in his cold eyes.

"Then I'll go with you. You've come for the power I possess, haven't you? If I go with you, sister..."

“You can all be very happy,” Duanmu Yan said.

Fushiguro Megumi was silent for a moment, then nodded. "I believe you."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and looked at him. "Why did your thoughts suddenly change?"

"Judging from the fact that you just used special forces to push me back, if I don't comply, my sister and I..." He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already very clear.

These two people in front of him could pull him back from a distance; there was no point in resisting.

Rather than provoking them, we should cooperate first; protecting Tsumiki is the top priority.

"Don't make us sound like bad guys." Duanmu Yan reached out and placed his palm on Fu Hei Hui's head. The boy's hair was softer than he had imagined, and he didn't pull away.

He gently rubbed it, then withdrew his hand. "Let's go to your house now."

With a snap, the iron gate behind Hui was pushed open.

"Hui, you're back..."

A young girl's voice came from behind them.

Wearing her school uniform, Tsumiki stood at the door, curiously eyeing the two unfamiliar adults. "Huh? Who are you two...?"

Duanmu Yan squatted down, lowering his gaze to her level: "We are friends of Mr. Fuheishener. He had some accidents and asked us to take care of you for a while."

Tsumiki remained silent for a moment; she probably didn't have a very good impression of this father either.

But she still stepped aside and pushed the iron gate open even wider.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go make some tea."

Chapter 102 The Gojo Family

The two stood up and stepped over the threshold. The entryway was small, and there were only four pairs of shoes on the shoe cabinet: two pairs for children and two pairs for adults. The two pairs of adult shoes were covered with a thin layer of dust.

There are many odds and ends in the house, but it's not messy, which shows that it has been tidied up very carefully.

“It’s hard to imagine that this is where two children live,” said Satoru Gojo.

Duanmu Yan turned his gaze away from the shoe cabinet: "If only that guy would put in a little more effort..."

“But his child is indeed very talented.” Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses up.

"You want him to go to a vocational college?"

"Not now, he's too young, his bones haven't fully developed yet."

“The adults in this family don’t seem like they would leave a lot of money. Besides, you saw the state of the shoe cabinet by the door, and their mother has disappeared.” Duanmu Yan took the opportunity to push the topic a step further.

Gojo Satoru turned to look at him: "So you're going to adopt them, Duanmu? The Zen-in family..."

"Why should I need their approval to do things? A family that rigidly adheres to the rules, if they don't listen, I'll just wipe them out." Duanmu Yan took out the tea he carried with him and took a sip.

"...You guys are definitely from the yakuza, aren't you?" Fushiguro Megumi appeared behind them without them noticing.

"Cough cough..." Duanmu Yan choked immediately. Fortunately, Gojo Satoru used his "No Limits" skill to block all the tea that sprayed out, but his face had already turned black.

Duanmu Yan pretended not to see Gojo Satoru's expression and put down his teacup: "Hui, why do you say that?"

Fushiguro Megumi looked at him expressionlessly: "You just said you were going to wipe out their entire family."

"Heh." Duanmu Yan gave a wry smile. Did he look like the kind of person who would kill people indiscriminately?

Although he did kill hundreds of people, he believed they deserved it and he never regretted it.

"Fine, think what you want. In short, from now on we'll be your guardians, you two brats. We'll set up a barrier outside so the cursed spirits can't get in." He got up, pushed the chair back to its original position, and as he passed by Fushiguro Megumi, he reached out and gave him a good rub on the head.

Gojo Satoru also stood up and straightened his collar: "That's how it is. We'll send you living expenses every month, that's all."

They are very busy now and have no time to look after the children.

Fukuro looked at them with a mixture of belief and doubt.

Living expenses, protective barriers, guardians... these words coming from the mouth of someone who just said they wanted to wipe out an entire family are hard to believe.

But the one named Duanmu gave him a sense of stability and reliability.

As for the white-haired guy next to him, he's probably reliable too.

"We should go." Duanmu Yan put the teacup back on the table and took an envelope out of his inner pocket.

He placed it on the coffee table and pushed it towards Fu Hei Hui, saying, "There's 200,000 inside. You're still young; giving too much money will attract unwanted attention. Remember, don't flaunt your wealth."

Fushiguro glanced down at the envelope, but didn't reach for it; he simply nodded.

Tsuki poked half her body out of the kitchen, her apron still tied around her waist, clutching a half-washed teacup in her hand: "Are you just leaving like this? I haven't even had my tea yet."

"No need," Duanmu Yan waved his hand. "We'll come often in the future."

Tsuki tilted her head and watched two tall figures walk out of the entrance hall one after the other, the iron gate closing gently behind her.

She put the teacup back on the table, turned to her younger brother, and asked, "Hui, what do they do?"

Fushiguro handed the envelope to her sister. "It's for living expenses."

"Huh?" Tsuki held the envelope, looked down at the blank kraft paper, and then looked up at the empty entryway.

"They're really two weirdos."

Fushiguro Megumi: "Hmm."

It was already dark when they left the old neighborhood. The streetlights came on, casting long and short shadows of the two of them. Gojo Satoru stretched as he walked, his hands in his pockets, his shoulder joints cracking twice. "Now, it's time to go to my house."

……

The Gojo family mansion is located on the foothills outside Kyoto. From afar, you can see the white wall that spans the entire hillside, covered with dark gray tiles, and every so often there is a wooden pillar carved with the Gojo family crest.

The barrier automatically recognized Gojo Satoru's curse power the moment the two stepped into the torii gate. A faint blue ripple appeared in the air before quickly dissipating.

The white sand path leading to the main hall was already crowded with people. Clan members wearing five family crests lined up from the torii gate all the way to the front courtyard of the main hall. There were men, women, young and old, and some were standing on tiptoe to peek out.

"Welcome back to the residence, Your Highness!"

The first to greet them were a middle-aged man and a woman with her hair in a bun.

The man wore a dark blue five-striped shirt, and his face bore a slight resemblance to Gojo Satoru, with neatly trimmed sideburns.

The woman wore a light purple kimono for the visit, and her hair was styled in a low bun, adorned with a silver hairpin.

She stepped forward and straightened Wu's askew collar. "You're back. Did you eat anything on the way?"

"I ate it." Gojo Satoru, unusually, didn't dodge, but just wrinkled his nose. "Mom, don't mess with my collar in public."

Wu Tiao Wu's father stood half a step behind his wife, his gaze passing over his son and landing on Duanmu Yan. He didn't say anything polite, but simply nodded slightly.

Duanmu Yan returned the greeting politely.

The elders behind him began to whisper among themselves. They spoke in hushed tones, but Duanmu Yan could hear every single word clearly.

"Is this the newly promoted Special Grade Mage, Duanmu Yan? He is indeed as young as the rumors say."

"Even Lord Tianyuan personally received him."

"I heard that one person killed more than two hundred Panxing Cult members, and the Elders' Council didn't dare to utter a single word."

"His aura is in no way inferior to that of the Divine Child, and he is not intimidated at all standing next to him."

Gojo Satoru's mother loosened her grip on her son's collar, turned to Duanmu Yan, and smiled slightly.

"You must be Duanmu Jun. I often hear Wu mention you. Dinner is ready, please come in and rest."

As she spoke, she walked towards the main hall, but after taking two steps, she turned back and said, "Wu, your father specially asked the kitchen to make your favorite dishes today."

The group walked together into the complex. The banquet was held in the main hall, with long tables stretching from the east wall to the west wall, filled with lacquerware bowls and plates, and a sumptuous feast.

About twenty people, young and old, men and women, sat around the table. Gojo Satoru's father sat at the head of the table in the center, with his wife, whose hair was tied in a bun, beside him.

Several white-haired elders stood at the bottom, followed by several middle-aged heads of branch families. Closest to the door was a group of young people who looked no older than Gojo Satoru, probably cousins.

Duanmu Yan was seated in the guest seat next to Wutiao Wu, with Wutiao Wu's mother sitting opposite him. She would put food into Duanmu Yan's bowl from time to time, her actions as affectionate as if she were greeting her own nephew.

"Duanmu-jun, eat more. You must not have eaten properly while on a mission outside."

Wu Tiao Wu's cousin sat diagonally opposite him, and had been secretly observing Duanmu Yan ever since he entered the room.

She nudged her cousin beside her, and the two whispered a few words. Then her cousin put down her chopsticks, smiled, and said, "It's really amazing that Duanmu-jun has advanced to the Special Grade at such a young age. Speaking of which... what kind of girl does Duanmu-jun like?"

Chapter 103 Actually, we're together.

"Speaking of which... what type of girl does Duanmu-jun like?"

Just as Duanmu Yan picked up a piece of salt-grilled sweetfish and hadn't even swallowed it, another voice chimed in from the other end.

"Yes, yes, what kind of people does Duanmu Jun usually interact with at the vocational college? Does he know many girls?"

Two young girls at the next table moved closer under the pretext of refilling his teacup, their teacups hovering in the air without tipping over, their eyes fixed on him. Gojo Satoru's mother also put down her soup bowl, watching them with a smile, clearly quite interested in the topic.

She even added, "I'd love to know what kind of girl a good kid like Duanmu Jun likes."

Several young girls of prime age seized the opportunity and continued the conversation, one question after another.

Do you prefer a quiet or lively girl?

"Long hair or short hair?"

Are there any age requirements?

"Has Wu been causing you any trouble? You're his friend, it must be very tiring for you, right?"

Duanmu Yan's chopsticks hung in mid-air, turning back and forth, until finally he could only turn his head and cast a pleading look at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru was being pulled aside by a clan elder who was asking him when he was going to get married, his face full of impatience.

The old woman opposite me, holding a cup of tea, spoke slowly:

"The divine child should also consider this."

"Your mother was already engaged to your father when she was your age."