Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 34

The night was ink-black, thick and unyielding. Jujutsu High was shrouded in silence and protected by its barrier, illuminated only by the faint glow of the occasional patrolling assistant manager and automatic talismans. Most teachers and students were asleep or immersed in their own training.

A figure, almost merged with the shadows and with an extremely faint aura, silently infiltrated the inner layer of the Jujutsu High barrier like a ghost. It was Kenjaku, occupying its new body. The stitches on its forehead subtly wriggled in the darkness, like something alive. Using an ancient and hidden technique, it desperately suppressed its Cursed Energy fluctuations, which were already weak due to the body’s poor condition.

Its goal was clear—the secret warehouse deep beneath Jujutsu High, used to store important or dangerous items. Geto Suguru’s body was kept there.

Gojo Satoru was absent. This was news it had repeatedly confirmed through special channels. The strongest man had been lured far away by a carefully designed feint—an “urgent” special-grade Cursed Spirit incident. This was its once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Relying on its deep understanding of Jujutsu High’s barrier structure and patrol routines, Kenjaku slipped past all the visible and hidden sentries like a slick loach, inching closer to its target. It calculated that as long as it obtained Geto Suguru’s body, with its powerful Cursed Energy and Cursed Spirit Manipulation, even if it couldn’t fully utilize it immediately, it would be enough to break free from the constraints of this current useless body and regain the capital to contend with Gojo Satoru!

Finally, it arrived at the entrance of the secret warehouse. Complex forbidden runes shimmered faintly on the door. Kenjaku held its breath and began cautiously deciphering the restrictions. Its movements were extremely slow and precise, terrified of causing even the slightest energy ripple.

However, it overlooked one variable—a variable that didn’t rely entirely on Cursed Energy perception but possessed a beast-like intuition for “malice” and “abnormal aura.”

Xue Yang was suffering from insomnia tonight. Perhaps the intense Domain training during the day had left him mentally overstimulated, or perhaps… he had grown accustomed to the presence of a certain annoying teacher, and the sudden absence left him feeling somewhat unsettled. He simply got up, intending to find something to drink in the kitchen.

Just as he was passing through a secluded corridor leading to the side wing of the main building, his steps abruptly halted. An extremely subtle aura, yet carrying a strong sense of “ominousness” and “filth,” like a stone dropped into still water, triggered the alarm in his Stygian Tiger Seal and his own senses.

This aura was strange, yet it faintly carried a hint of familiarity that disgusted him (stemming from vague memories of Geto Suguru’s residual aura). Moreover, this aura was moving toward the most forbidden area of Jujutsu High!

A rat had sneaked in? A cold light flashed in Xue Yang’s amber eyes in the night. The corner of his mouth curled into an arc of cruel interest, and he silently followed the trace of the aura.

At the entrance to the underground warehouse, Kenjaku was moments away from cracking the final restriction, a surge of ecstatic anticipation welling up in its heart. However, just as its fingertips were about to touch the door, a lazy voice, dripping with undisguised mockery, sounded behind it:

“Yo, what kind of stink bug is crawling around on someone else’s turf in the middle of the night?”

Kenjaku’s body stiffened abruptly, and it turned back in horror! It saw Xue Yang, who had appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the shadows of the corridor, arms crossed, watching it with composure. Those eyes, still clear in the darkness, were full of the playful mockery of a cat toying with a mouse.

“It’s you?!” Kenjaku was deeply shaken. It never expected to be discovered by Xue Yang! Shouldn’t this brat be in his dorm?! Was its intelligence wrong?!

“What? You know me?” Xue Yang tilted his head and took a few steps forward, closing in on Kenjaku. “Looks like you, little stink bug, know quite a bit. Tell me, who sent you? What are you trying to steal?”

Kenjaku’s mind raced. It knew this body was absolutely no match for Xue Yang, especially in the heart of Jujutsu High. If the commotion grew loud, it would be trapped! It had to retreat immediately!

Without hesitation, it leaped backward, simultaneously forming hand signs, attempting to use a遁術 (escape technique)!

“Trying to run?” Xue Yang’s eyes sharpened, and his figure vanished like a phantom, reappearing the next second right in front of Kenjaku! He didn’t even use Calamity; a fist wrapped in black Cursed Energy, accompanied by a shriek that tore the air, slammed straight toward Kenjaku’s face!

So fast! Kenjaku’s pupils contracted, and it hastily raised its arm to block!

“Bang!”

With a muffled thud, Kenjaku felt an irresistible immense force. Its entire arm instantly went numb, accompanied by the clear sound of cracking bone! Its new body was already fragile; how could it withstand Xue Yang’s full-power strike, imbued with the strength of the Stygian Tiger Seal?

“Pfft—” Kenjaku spat out a mouthful of blood, its body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing heavily against the distant wall before sliding down.

Xue Yang shook his wrist and walked over step by step, looking down at the intruder, who was curled up on the ground in a sorry state. His tone carried undisguised killing intent: “Tell me, how do you want to die?”

Kenjaku raised its head, staring venomously at Xue Yang through its messy hair. It knew it had completely failed. Not only had it failed to retrieve the body, but it had exposed its whereabouts and might even have alerted Gojo Satoru.

“Cough, cough… Xue Yang…” Kenjaku’s voice was hoarse from injury. “We… didn’t have to be enemies…”

Xue Yang scoffed. “Who is ‘we’? A rat hiding its head and tail—are you worthy?”

He lifted his foot and pressed it onto Kenjaku’s chest, applying slight pressure, listening to the muffled groan of pain. A hint of bloodlust flashed in his eyes: “Last chance. Who sent you?”

Kenjaku felt the agonizing pain of its sternum about to shatter. It knew that if it didn’t leave now, it would truly be too late. It gritted its teeth fiercely, ignoring its injuries, and activated the last of its internal power, triggering a forbidden technique for self-preservation—a dense cloud of black mist instantly exploded from its body, carrying strong corrosiveness and mental interference, engulfing the entire corridor!

Xue Yang was momentarily blocked by the sudden black mist. He instinctively took half a step back and waved his sleeve to disperse the fog.

When the mist cleared, only a pool of dark red blood and a few pieces of torn cloth remained on the ground. The intruder had vanished without a trace, leaving only a faint ripple of spatial displacement.

“Tch, fast runner, aren’t you?” Xue Yang clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. He crouched down, dipped a finger into the blood, and sniffed it, his brow slightly furrowed. The smell of this blood… was strange, carrying a sense of decay and patchwork.

He didn’t pursue. The opponent had used a spatial escape technique, and rashly chasing might lead him into a trap. Moreover, his main task was to guard Jujutsu High. Since the intruder had been driven off, his objective was achieved.

He stood up, dusted off his hands, and glanced at the warehouse door that had almost been opened, his eyes cold. It seemed things weren’t so peaceful here at Jujutsu High after all.

Early the next morning, Gojo Satoru rushed back to Jujutsu High, covered in dust. After dealing with the special-grade Cursed Spirit he had been deliberately lured away for, he felt a growing sense of unease and immediately returned at full speed.

He first sought out Principal Yaga to confirm the safety of Geto Suguru’s body, then headed straight to Xue Yang’s dorm.

Xue Yang had just woken up and was rubbing his eyes sleepily. Seeing Gojo Satoru enter, he didn’t react much, just yawned: “You’re back?”

Gojo Satoru walked up to him, scrutinized him carefully, and only relaxed when he confirmed Xue Yang was unharmed. His tone carried a hint of lingering fear and seriousness: “Last night… did someone infiltrate?”

Xue Yang nodded lazily: “Yeah, a stink bug. Tried to steal something. I chased it off.”

“Did you get a look at its face? Or any features?” Gojo Satoru pressed.

Xue Yang thought for a moment, described the person’s general physique and the black mist escape technique used at the end, then added: “The blood smelled weird, like it was pieced together. Not much strength, but top-notch at running away.”

As Gojo Satoru listened to Xue Yang’s description, his expression gradually darkened. Black mist escape technique, strange blood… these characteristics, coupled with the target being Geto’s body… he was almost certain it was Kenjaku!

That bastard was indeed relentless! And it dared to sneak into Jujutsu High while he was away!

A cold killing intent emanated from Gojo Satoru. He looked at Xue Yang, his eyes complex, filled with both relief and apprehension. Fortunately, Xue Yang had discovered and stopped the intruder in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable! If Kenjaku had obtained Geto Suguru’s body…

“Nice work, Xue Yang.” Gojo Satoru reached out and vigorously ruffled Xue Yang’s hair. This time, the action carried undisguised approval and… a subtle, indescribable dependence. His little beast had once again become his most unexpected shield at a crucial moment.

Xue Yang was jostled around and impatiently swatted his hand away: “Cut it out! Next time, don’t give me guard duty like this; it messes up my sleep.”

Gojo Satoru watched his awkward demeanor, and some of the killing intent and gloom in his heart dissipated. He couldn’t help but smile: “Alright, alright. I’ll bring you double the desserts as compensation next time.”

Although the intruder had been driven away, Gojo Satoru knew Kenjaku would not give up. The enemy in the shadows was like a venomous snake, ready to bare its fangs again at any moment.

He glanced at the sky outside the window, which was gradually brightening, his eyes sharp. It seemed Jujutsu High’s defenses needed to be further strengthened. And Xue Yang… his gaze returned to the yawning, sleepy-faced teenager.

Perhaps it was time to let him know more about Kenjaku and this millennium-long conspiracy. His little beast already possessed enough strength and qualification to stand side-by-side with him against this darkness.