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The chains snapped inch by inch, turning into specks of light and dissipating. The chains, like a veil of lightning, shattered, leaving only fragments of light.

His eyes turned completely scarlet, the whites of his eyes were stained black, and his hair stood on end even without wind.

"This body... Okita Souji's cursed physique, I originally didn't want to use the third tier." He sighed, then looked at the body, his expression shifting dramatically. "This body... Okita Souji's cursed physique, I originally didn't want to use the third tier."

His aura surged, distorting the surrounding air. The ground trembled, rocks cracked, and the concentration of cursed energy in the valley skyrocketed, even affecting Yuki Tsukumo and Yuta Etotsu, who were fighting in the distance.

"The Heavenly Talisman - Five Elements Revolve - The Great Formation Begins!"

Five-colored rays of light shot into the sky! The five elements—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—circulated and interacted within the array, mutually generating and restraining each other to form a perfect balance. The array covered the entire valley, encompassing the myriad elements within.

"Ughhhhh—" The sound of a child's voice filled the air as they gasped for breath. The child's voice trailed off, and the child's voice trembled. The child's voice was filled with a mixture of embarrassment and exasperation, as if a sudden, painful groan escaped their lips. The child's voice was a mixture of embarrassment and exasperation, as if a sudden, painful groan escaped their lips. The child's voice was a mixture of embarrassment and exasperation, as if a sudden, painful groan escaped their lips. The child's voice trailed off, and the child's voice trailed off again. The child's voice trailed off again ...

"This body... has reached its limit." The skeleton... (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

A crazy smile spread across his face.

"My true form... is just a lump of brains!"

Before the words were finished, Liao Jiannai Fan stole the sword, and the sound of gunfire filled the air. He looked at the sword, then at the sword, and the sound of gunfire filled the air. He looked ...

Brain transplant procedure: Body separation!

This is a cunning scheme by a man with a long beard, a cunning mind, a cunning spirit ...

"Trying to run?" Gojo Satoru sneered, raising his hand to activate the spell.

But someone was faster than him.

"I've been waiting for you to pull this off." Yuujin's voice was icy.

He made a hand seal with his left hand and pointed to the sky with his right.

"Feng Hou Qi Men - Luan Jin Tuo - Zhen!"

Time was forcibly slowed down at this moment.

The brain flower, which had been flying into the sky, seemed to have sunk into viscous amber, its speed decreasing to almost a standstill. Around it, eight golden talismans appeared out of thin air, forming a three-dimensional cage.

"Spirit Binding and General Command - Soul Sealing!"

Black threads of magical energy surged from Yuujin's palm, coiling around the clump of brains as if they were alive. This wasn't an attack on the physical body, but a seal that directly targeted the very essence of the soul!

"No—!" Brain Flower let out a silent shriek. It could feel those black threads invading its core consciousness, trying to seal and strip away its memories, personality, and very existence!

“A thousand years of accumulation, a thousand years of planning.” Yujin walked to the bottom of the brain, looked up at the struggling pinkish-white mass, “For your ‘Return of Death,’ for that so-called ‘New World,’ how many people have you killed? How many destinies have you manipulated?”

His eyes were as cold as knives.

"Today should end here."

"Wait!" Gojo Satoru suddenly spoke up, "Yujin, spare his life! We need the information in his head—"

“No need,” Yujin interrupted him. “What we need to know, Tengen has already told us. What we shouldn’t know… I don’t want to know either.”

He clenched his right fist suddenly.

"Spirit Binding and General Command - Spirit Devouring!"

The black threads suddenly tightened! Brain Flower let out a final, piercing scream, followed by a sound like a bubble bursting.

That brain, which had lived for thousands of years and orchestrated countless conspiracies, was strangled by the black threads and turned into countless points of light, dissipating into the air.

There was no bloodshed, no earth-shattering explosion. There was only silent annihilation.

Liao Tiao, Lazy Forgive

A death that is truly, a death where the soul is scattered and the spirit is destroyed.

The valley suddenly fell silent.

In the distance, Yuki Tsukumo shattered the core of the last special-grade cursed spirit with a single whip strike, then turned to look this way. Yuta Otoko sheathed his longsword, and Rika's illusory image slowly dissipated. Those first-grade cursed spirits were now scattered and lifeless.

Gojo Satoru stared at Yuujin in silence for a long while before finally sighing.

"You acted too quickly."

"We have to be quick." Yujin withdrew his hand, and the magical power around him slowly subsided. "Give him even a second, and he can use a life-saving method that we don't know about. We can't leave any chance for this old monster."

He walked to the place, and saw the path winding through the mountains. He looked around, and saw the path leading to the village. He felt a sense of peace and tranquility, and a sense of peace and tranquility. He looked around and saw the path leading to the village.

"Rest in peace," Yujin said softly. "Your body has been defiled for far too long."

He stood up and looked around the valley. After the battle, the place was in complete disarray. The ground was cracked, the mountains had collapsed, and the residual curse energy stained every inch of the land like dirt.

"It's time to clean up this mess." Tsukumo Yuki walked over, the wound on her shoulder already healed under the effect of the reversal spell. "With so much residual cursed power, it will breed even more trouble if left unattended."

Yigu also came over, his face somewhat pale. Continuously summoning Rika in her complete form for battle had taken a heavy toll on him.

“I’ll do it,” Yuujin said.

He walked to the center of the valley, formed a mudra with his hands, and closed his eyes.

"Tongtianlu·Jingtiandi Shenzhou".

Golden talismans emerged from his body—not just one or two, but hundreds and thousands. The talismans rose into the air, forming a massive, intricate array. The array slowly rotated, showering down warm, golden light.

The rain of light fell upon the polluted land, melting away the tainted cursed power like snow meeting the sun. It fell upon the collapsed mountains, where rocks and soil began to slowly repair themselves. It fell upon the remains of the cursed spirits, which transformed into pure cursed power particles, returning to the world.

This is purification, and also salvation.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru suddenly smiled.

"You little rascal, just how many tricks are you hiding?"

"Not much." Yujin opened his eyes, the light of the array gradually dimming. "Just enough."

The purification process lasted for a full hour.

When the last trace of tainted curse power was removed, the valley returned to its original appearance.

Although still scarred and devastated, at least the nauseating, ominous atmosphere was gone. Sunlight pierced through the leaden clouds, bathing the land that had just endured a fierce battle.

Chapter 175 End

In April in Tokyo, most of the cherry blossoms have fallen. But the late-blooming cherry blossoms on the tree-lined path in the college campus are still in bloom, their petals thin and soft, pink and white, fluttering down in the wind, carpeting the ground in a light pink carpet.

Yu Ren stood at the classroom door, holding a lesson plan in his hand, looking at the students sitting scattered inside.

Yuujin Itadori was dozing off at the table, his head tilted to one side, a glistening drool at the corner of his mouth. He'd stayed up late playing games again last night—Yuujin knew this because Satoru Gojo had posted a screenshot of the game in the group chat late at night, captioned, "That Itadori kid can grind even more than I did back in the day." Megumi Fushiguro's pen moved quickly across the paper, occasionally pausing to think for a moment before adding a small line of text in the blank space.

His notes were always the most neat, as if the spacing had been measured with a ruler.

Kugizaki Nobara leaned against the window, her gaze drifting to the hillside outside covered in wildflowers, her fingers tapping a rhythm on the windowsill.

The panda huddled in the last row, its head resting on the back of the chair, its eyes half-open and half-closed, as if it could fall asleep at any moment—no one would believe that a being made of cursed remains could actually doze off.

Yu Ren knocked on the classroom door, and the wooden board made three clear sounds.

Itachi sprang up abruptly, nearly falling off his chair, and frantically grabbed the edge of the table. Fushiguro Megumi put down her pen and looked up. Kugizaki Nobara turned her gaze away from the window, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Let's begin class."

Youren walked to the front of the classroom and placed the lesson plan on the table.

Standing on the podium feels completely different from standing on a battlefield. There's no tense feeling of the air being compressed to its limit, no ground that could collapse at any moment, no murderous intent rushing towards you. There's only chalk dust slowly floating in the sunlight, and a few pairs of eyes below, some awake and some drowsy.

"Today we'll be discussing advanced control of spell power flow." Yuuto's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the classroom could hear him clearly. "Simply put, it's about how to maintain spell power output efficiency during sustained combat. Right now, you all basically unleash spell power when casting spells, but then you're out of energy and start panting. If you don't solve this, you'll always be limited to one-shot attacks."

Itachi raised his hand, his arm stretched straight out, almost poking Fushiguro Megumi's face next to him.

"Teacher Kasuga! Does 'advanced flow control' refer to techniques that allow you to use Black Flash?"

“No.” Yu Ren glanced at the lesson plan and then closed it again—he knew the contents by heart. “Black Flash is all about luck. When luck comes, you’ll naturally be able to pull it off; when luck doesn’t come, practicing a thousand times won’t help. I teach the basics. If you have a solid foundation, you can catch the luck when it comes.”

Itadori nodded thoughtfully, then looked down and wrote a few words in his notebook. Yuuto didn't see what he wrote, but judging from the way he held the pen, it was probably a crooked five-pointed star.

The lesson lasted forty-five minutes. The first half was a theoretical explanation, and the second half was a practical demonstration. Yuuto had Itajimaru stand in the open space in front of the classroom and adjusted the path of his incantation power flow—from the dantian to the arm and then to the fingertips. Itajimaru had practiced this path no less than a hundred times, but there was always a slight fluctuation at the end.

"Control the divergence at the end, keeping it within ten centimeters of the core radius."

Itachi closed his eyes and tried once, but the light at his fingertips still rippled and scattered. He tried again, but it was still not quite right. On the third try, the light finally stabilized, condensing into a uniform pale golden sphere in mid-air. Itachi opened his eyes, looked at the light in his hand, and smiled, revealing a row of white teeth.

When the bell rang, the sunlight outside the window was already directly overhead, casting warm dappled patterns on the desks through the glass. Students gradually packed up their belongings and left the classroom, their footsteps fading into the distance down the corridor.

Itadori put his pen in his pocket, turned around and waved to Yuuto: "Haruhi-sensei, are you coming to the practical skills class this afternoon?"

"Come."

See you this afternoon!

He strode out of the classroom and soon heard him calling Fushiguro Megumi's name in the hallway. Fushiguro Megumi slowly finished packing her things and nodded slightly as she walked past Yuuto. Kugizaki yawned and gave him a thumbs up. Panda finally woke up, wiped his mouth, got up, and walked out groggily.

The classroom was empty.

Yuuto stood by the podium, watching the sunlight fall on the empty desks and chairs. On the desks was the crooked five-pointed star drawn by Itsuji, a faint pencil mark left by Fushiguro Megumi on a piece of paper, and a strand of hair from Kugizaki leaning against the windowsill. He reached out and gathered his lesson plan, tucked it under his arm, and walked out of the classroom.

The light was bright at the corner of the corridor. There was a familiar figure there.

Xia Youjie leaned against the wall, holding an old hardcover book in his hands, its cover worn so worn that its original color was unrecognizable. He wore a dark kimono, the hem reaching his knees, the sleeves gathered in front. The afternoon sun slanted in through the window, softening the contours of his profile.

Hearing footsteps, Xia Youjie raised his head and his gaze lingered on Youren's face for a moment.

"Haruhi."

"Summer oil".

Yuuto walked over and leaned against the wall beside him, the two of them about a step apart. A breeze blew in from the courtyard at the end of the corridor, carrying the scent of earth and grass.

There was silence for a moment.

"How long have you been back?" Yuuto asked first.

“Three weeks.” Xia Youjie closed the book in his hand, holding the page between his thumb and forefinger. “All the necessary procedures have been completed. The review by the General Alliance, the resettlement of the remaining members of the Panxing Sect, and the re-registration of their identity files. Wu Tiao handled most of it for me; the rest were just formalities.”

"He's good to you."

Xia Youjie did not deny it. He looked down at the spine of the book in his hands, his fingertips gently tracing the worn edges. After a short while, he spoke, his voice softer than before.

"Regarding Louhu and Huayu—I owe you a thank you."

“No need.” Yuuto’s answer was brief. “I didn’t kill them to help you.”

Xia Youjie's lips twitched slightly, a very faint curve, but Youren noticed it.

“I know,” he said, “but I still have to say, thanks.”