Geto Summer Oil is a bit of a let-down.

Specifically, when he confirmed that Izawa Sugi was indeed the Shido Sage - although Izawa Sugi firmly denied it, Xia Yujie was not blind - and with Gojo Satoru's endorsement, Xia Yujie simply threw the key to the room where the Shido Sage Cult stored confidential information and account books to Izawa Sugi, and then this guy pulled Gojo Satoru by the collar, saying that he wanted to have a friendly exchange with his best friend.

Ize Shan was standing alone in the cold wind holding a bunch of keys, looking so miserable.

But what else could he do? He had to confirm whether Oberon had left behind anything that could not be passed down, such as disasters and curses. He also had to see where Oberon might have gone, and then check the funding issues of the Vine Immortal Cult.

Ize Shan never failed to pay back his debts, and would even give ten times the reward and feedback to those who helped him. However, he never expected that his reputation would be completely ruined by Oberon, and that the sect under his name turned out to be a deadbeat!

Even if it was Senju Hashirama, he only owed money to Senju Tobirama and Uchiha Madara. He even paid back the debt to the casino!!

Izawa Sugi could only suppress his anger, took the key with a gloomy face, and went to check the confidential data and accounts according to the direction pointed by Geto.

Kagome Geto and Gojo Satoru had a fight in the back mountain. After many punches hit each other, Gojo Satoru's whole body was filled with cursed power, and all the wounds disappeared under the reversal technique. However, Kagome Geto's eyes and mouth were disfigured and would not heal in a short time.

Xia Yujie complained, "I have a religious exchange meeting to attend tomorrow."

I can only find someone to help me with my makeup.

"Go find Qianshou, he can help you heal."

Gojo Satoru stretched himself, feeling so comfortable. He had been in a meeting with the top management for the whole afternoon, had sukiyaki with good friends in the evening, watched a big play, and finally stretched his muscles and had a good fight. Gojo Satoru felt relaxed all over.

Xia Yujie rubbed his neck and thought: "So the summoning of Rotten Orange was successful, then what does this Purple Vine Immortal have to do?"

Gojo Satoru couldn't help laughing when he thought of Izawa Sugi's refusal to acknowledge the identity of Shido Immortal. "Haha, maybe he'll go see what the Shido Immortal Cult is all about, and then run away quickly."

After hearing this, Xia Yujie felt relieved.

As the leader of the Tengxian Sect, Xia Youjie is certainly not happy to have a Zitongxian controlling him. The most important thing is, what if the ideas and concepts of this Zitongxian are different from his own?

"What's wrong with you?" Gojo Satoru asked about the scene he saw in the illusion just now. "I was wondering why you were acting strange during that period. You suddenly joined the Fujisen Cult and suddenly dropped out of school to become a sorcerer... Although it's a pity about Xiaolizi's incident, it's all in the past!"

"Besides, when I said I wanted to kill all the idiots of Panxing Sect, you stopped me and said it was meaningless. Why did you get bothered later?"

Xia Yujie was silent.

He gathered up his torn clothes and looked into the distance.

Mt. Hachigawa is not a very high mountain, but when looking down from a distance, one can still see Taoyuan at the foot of the mountain. The sky is dark at three or four o'clock, and the stars are barely visible. On the road from Taoyuan to Tama City ahead, some people have already gotten up early to work.

"...I don't have eyes like yours, so I can't see very far." Xia Yujie said in a neutral tone: "Satoru, you are the strongest. Everyone is the same in your eyes. That's great."

Regardless of right or wrong, he treats every individual fairly and indifferently, and does not change because of the changes of others. Such a Gojo Satoru is so strong that it makes people unwilling to accept it.

"You have your own path, and I have chosen mine. I don't have your strong heart that doesn't care about any opinions. I just want to protect the absolute and unchanging right that has been confirmed."

The young man laughed softly, with a hint of madness and extremism in his narrow eyes.

"This is the meaning of my existence, and the only hope for humanity to exist. Otherwise... why would I be a sorcerer? Why would humans exist?"

Gojo Satoru scratched his head in annoyance, his white hair flying in disarray. He was confused and helpless: "I don't understand why you have so many questions. Why don't you ask Mr. Senju? He will leave in the end anyway. Just take it as some advice. It's up to you whether to do it or not."

Xia Yujie did not answer. He just looked at the scenery in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Early in the morning, Kagome Ken and Gojo Satoru returned to Tsuki no Fujiji Temple.

I don't know what Izawa Sugi did, but the dreamlike and beautiful scene of blooming wisteria flowers last night disappeared. Except for the place where the wisteria trees were originally planted, all other wisteria trees were gone.

But you can see that the soil on the ground has been turned over. In addition to the wisteria tree, the low bushes also appear to be much denser than before.

Some believers who were doing their daily sweeping saw Gojo Satoru and Kagome Jie and bowed to them.

Xia Yujie smiled and chatted with him for a few words, then asked casually, "Satoru came to see me last night, and it might have been a bit noisy, but I hope I didn't disturb your rest?"

The believer was a little surprised: "You are fighting with the Dharma Protectors again? This is not appropriate, right? After all, the five Dharma Protectors have supported us with so much funds..."

Gojo Satoru put his hands in his trouser pockets and laughed.

Xia Yujie maintained a smile: "You just need to tell me if there were any other noises last night."

Believer: "Oh, no, I don't know about others, but I didn't hear you fighting with the Dharma Protector."

Kagome Jie and Gojo Satoru looked at each other.

The two walked slowly towards the warehouse behind Tsuki no Fujiji Temple, saying as they walked: "It seems that Mr. Senju is also very good at setting up accounts."

"Yes, he can also seal the magic power, which is really the worst situation for a magician."

Inside the warehouse, a manager was standing at the door with a nervous look on his face. When he saw Geto Suguru, he hurried over to greet him.

"Master, Lord Protector, inside..."

"Oh, it's okay, we know, you go down, I will talk to the gentleman."

Kagome sent the manager away with a few words and walked into the warehouse with Gojo Satoru.

The warehouse was filled with various old objects, and even the Black Flower Cup, the sacred object of the Fujixian Sect, was placed at the very back.

Izawa Sugi was standing in front of the Black Flower Cup, looking a little dazed.

Xia Yujie closed the door. Gojo Satoru had set up a tent to prevent outsiders from eavesdropping on what was going in and out. Xia Yujie stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Senju, what did you see?"

Ize Shan sighed, he turned his head and looked over, he was actually smiling.

“I’m impressed by the fact that human beings’ faith in pursuing the sunrise and hope in the darkness continues and never gives up. It’s wonderful.”

Xia Yujie was stunned: "Why do you say that?"

Izawa Shan pointed at the black flower cup and said, "You can probably tell that this is actually an ordinary cup."

Xia Yujie nodded: "According to the records, in the early days of the sect's establishment, the first leader sold the Black Flower Cup for 1 billion, but in order to maintain the faith, he made a fake one and put it here."

Izawa Sugi smiled and said, "That is the Holy Grail I made for my brother. No one else can use it except him. Moreover, the Black Flower Cup is equipped with a spell to prohibit sealing and automatically break space. Who would be so foolish? My brother can just move his hand and the cup he sold will come back by itself."

Xia Yujie: “…”

He looked at Ize Shan suddenly, with an ugly expression, "Will it come back by itself?!"

Gojo Satoru also widened his eyes. He looked at Geto Suguru subconsciously and let out a strange laugh.

Izawa Sugi didn't notice the expressions of Kagome Kei and Gojo Satoru. He looked at the Black Flower Cup again, his expression gentle and revealing pleasure and joy.

"But it's different now." Izawa Sugi raised his hand and the fake cup fell into his hand. He stroked the pattern on it and pointed it out to Gojo Satoru and Kagome Kagome. "Especially the pattern on the God of Fire. The color has turned red."

"People have power. Negative emotions can breed curse spirits and transform into curse power. Positive emotions also have strong power."

Izawa Sugi played with the cup and said happily, "The God of Fire has the ability to annihilate evil spirits and temper one's mind. With the addition of positive power of faith, this fake cup will become a sacred object in the long run."

Even though its power is small, it is enough to awaken the purity in people's hearts. Moreover, the fake cup is made entirely of love and hope from believers over the past hundred years. How can Izawa Sugi not be happy?

The seeds dropped by a destroyer who represented curse and disaster blossomed into such beautiful and brilliant flowers. Ize Shan didn't care about the death in his heart at all. On the contrary, he was happy for Oberon to get such a result.

In the collage of the humble king and the goblin king, the perfect fruit that belongs only to Oberon emerged.

"My brother used the power of destruction and disaster, but the sect he left behind has produced such a holy relic."

Izawa Sugi's eyes sparkled. He looked at Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru like a child who wanted to get their approval and agreement. "Humans are truly a miracle."

Xia Youjie was shocked, his eyes widened, and he looked a little bit ruined.

Miracle… ?

Gojo Satoru clapped his hands in a polite manner, and agreed loudly: "You're right! It's great!"

He asked curiously, "So the God of Fire is your eye technique? It's the illusion you used on Jay last night? And it can also be engraved on objects in the form of vine patterns?"

Izawa Shan laughed: "No."

"It's morning now, the sun is about to come out."

Izawa Sugi put down the fake cup in his hand and looked at Kagome Ken: "I'll only demonstrate once. It's up to you how much you remember."

He pushed open the warehouse door and came out into the open space.

It was just getting light, and the warm light of a duck egg yolk was reflected on the sky. The vast sky was like Gojo Satoru's eyes, cold and clear.

Ize Shan casually grabbed, and a long sword as fast as flowing water appeared in his hand.

"In ancient times, the night was long and only fire could drive away the beasts, bringing people endless courage and hope."

"The fire in the dark night is like the sun in the sky. We offer our most sincere respect and faith to the sun, praying that the night will pass and a new day will come."

He performed the opening move of Fire God Kagura.

"So, the God of Fire is not a pupil technique, but the most simple primitive worship of ancient humans. It is their desire and hope to survive the night and welcome the next day alive."

A flame lit up in Gojo Satoru's sky-like eyes, just like a bright sunlight jumping out from the horizon.

Then, like a raging fire, everything in sight turned golden red.

Even with my eyes closed, the flames are in my heart.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but smile. He relaxed his body and leaned against the wall, watching the scene quietly.

——If Jie can also perform such a blessing dance in the future, he won’t have to worry anymore.