Grade 3, Grade 2, Grade 1... Isayama Mei's Cursed Energy aura grew stronger and stronger, and some ordinary people in the arena who were not Jujutsu Sorcerers were already struggling to breathe under the pressure.
"You have completely fallen to the Evil Path. Let me put you out of your misery."
After Tsuchimiya Utata finished speaking, he charged directly at Isayama Mei.
The space in the dojo was still too small; if Byakuei were unleashed, the dojo would likely be instantly destroyed.
So, Tsuchimiya Utata planned to use close combat to move the battle outdoors first.
"From the darkness, the darkest within the darkness, all defilement and residue, be completely purged."
A Jujutsu Sorcerer from the Isayama Family, guarding Isayama Naraku, immediately set up a curtain when he saw the battle begin.
Bang.
Tsuchimiya Utata grabbed Isayama Mei's hand and, with an iron mountain lean, slammed her out of the dojo.
Eichi, who observed all of this through shadows, also understood Tsuchimiya Utata's plan.
Courtyard walls, under trees, the dojo... all the shadows around the open space began to writhe, finally surging towards Isayama Mei.
"All of you, die!"
The power of the sesshoseki continuously surged from Isayama Mei's body.
But this was merely a dying struggle.
"Byakuei!"
Seeing Isayama Mei trapped in a swamp of shadows and struggling to move, Tsuchimiya Utata immediately released Inugami Shiraei.
Isayama Mei felt as if she had been hit by a train; it seemed all the bones in her body were broken.
The sesshoseki was still healing Isayama Mei, but the healing speed could no longer keep up with the rate of her injuries.
Medea dispelled her spirit form and appeared by Isayama Mei's side.
Sensing the most concentrated Cursed Energy within Isayama Mei's body, Medea mercilessly plunged her hand into Isayama Mei's chest.
Soon, a red stone, constantly emitting resentful Cursed Energy, was extracted by Medea.
It was the sesshoseki.
The battle started quickly and ended just as quickly.
Outside the dojo, Isayama Yomi pushed a wheelchair, bringing Isayama Naraku to Tsuchimiya Utata's side.
Ever since Isayama Naraku retired due to injury, his upright old friend had increasingly given him a sense of security.
The two, who often fought together, quickly became close friends.
One was a scholar, the other a warrior, managing the Jujutsu Families of the Tohoku Region in the island nation.
Sometimes, Isayama Naraku even wanted to say to Tsuchimiya Utata, "Brother, you smell so good."
Looking at Tsuchimiya Utata's strong physique, then at his own muscles, which had shrunk considerably after several years of injury, Isayama Naraku ultimately did not dare to make that joke.
Behind Isayama Naraku, the thirty-something-year-old youth was holding Isayama Yu with one hand, like carrying a chicken.
This young Jujutsu Sorcerer had been displeased with Isayama Yu ever since he dared to claim to be the Family Head, so he naturally wouldn't be polite now.
"If you hadn't been controlled by desire, venting by torturing me, the outcome would be different now."
"Your defeat was not cutting off my head directly."
Looking at Isayama Mei on the ground, her eyes devoid of spirit, Isayama Naraku shook his head.
"Take her away. Make sure to dig out her accomplices from her mouth."
"Yes."
Isayama Naraku's confidant nodded, then stepped forward, carrying Isayama Yu with one hand and Isayama Mei with the other, and led them away.
Next, the Isayama Family would undergo an internal cleansing.
The Grand Elder of the Isayama Family was already thinking about how to distance himself from Isayama Yu.
Resistance? It was nonexistent.
Almost all the powerful Jujutsu Sorcerers in the Isayama Family were supporters of Isayama Naraku; people like the Grand Elder, who only made empty promises, had few supporters apart from those with vested interests... In a hidden hideout, Sanzu River lay painfully on a bed.
"Damn it, what kind of power is this? It's somewhat similar to Reverse Cursed Technique, but even more powerful than Reverse Cursed Technique."
The power of the holy sword had caused Sanzu River immense harm.
'Your little cat seems to have failed.'
Tamamo-no-Mae's voice rang in Sanzu River's ears.
"What happened?"
'I can no longer sense the sesshoseki on that little cat. Not only did she fail to control the Isayama Family, but she also became a prisoner. It seems your judgment still needs improvement.'
Tamamo-no-Mae's tone carried a hint of complaint.
Sanzu River angrily slammed his fist against the wall.
He had been planning for days, even personally participating.
He had originally thought he could sacrifice one sesshoseki and retrieve three in the end.
But he only got one.
Wasn't this equivalent to working for nothing for so many days and ending up with injuries?
Moreover, he had originally known the locations of the remaining sesshoseki, but now he had lost the location of one of them.
Looking at it this way, it felt like a double loss this time.
"What should I do next...?"
Sanzu River said through gritted teeth.
'Do you have no other options?'
Tamamo-no-Mae clearly sensed the negative emotions in Sanzu River's heart.
"I can only lie low for now, and wait for those hateful guys to leave here before making my move."
Listening to Tamamo-no-Mae's words, a trace of panic involuntarily arose in Sanzu River's heart.
'...Is that so.'
Tamamo-no-Mae sighed softly.
"Don't worry, even for my parents, I will gather all the sesshoseki for you."
Sanzu River continued to appease Tamamo-no-Mae.
'No.'
Tamamo-no-Mae's objection made Sanzu River's heart sink.
'You no longer have a chance. After this incident, if they hide that sesshoseki, how much longer will it take you to find it?'
If the sesshoseki on Isayama Mei's body was indeed taken by Eichi, then only a ghost would know where Eichi would hide it.
At that point, the hope of finding the sesshoseki again would undoubtedly be as slim as finding a needle in a haystack.
'And you saw Tsuchimiya Utata's abnormality, didn't you? Last time you fought, the sesshoseki's erosion of Tsuchimiya Utata was almost at its lowest. Plus, he already understands your methods, so the difficulty of taking the sesshoseki from him will also greatly increase.'
Tamamo-no-Mae continued her analysis.
"So... what exactly are you trying to say?"
Sanzu River's unease grew more severe.
'You can no longer fulfill the agreement. From now on, leave it to me.'
Sanzu River's heart tightened.
He didn't think Tamamo-no-Mae's "leave it to me" was out of kindness.
Sure enough, the next moment, countless Cursed Energy surged from the sesshoseki on his body into Sanzu River's body.
The incarnation began.
Initially, Tamamo-no-Mae chose not to incarnate simply because she was too unfamiliar with the world a thousand years later and wanted a pawn to collect sesshoseki for her.
She could hide behind the scenes, accumulating power while learning about this world.
Now, Tamamo-no-Mae had learned a lot about this world, and Sanzu River had failed in several consecutive actions.
Tamamo-no-Mae had lost patience with Sanzu River.
"Ugh!"
Sanzu River cried out in pain.
Sanzu River's physical body began to change, his skin becoming fairer, and his figure becoming taller.
"Finally... answer me one question... Tamamo-no-Mae..."
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