Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer?

"Furube, Yura Yura!"

A loud, familiar chant rang out, gently rousing a slumbering soul.

Lu Ping's eyes flew open. Like a dying fish, he gulped down fresh air tinged with a pungent stench of blood.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, while his wildly pounding heart affirmed the reality of his survival.

"I... didn't die?"

Lu Ping stared uncertainly at his perfectly intact hands.

His memories still lingered on events from only minutes ago. During an eighth-level earthquake, he had just used his bare hands to pry apart rubble tangled with rebar, lifted a dying little girl from the ruins, and handed her over to the rescue workers outside.

Before he could even catch his breath, a violent aftershock struck. A concrete slab weighing several tons collapsed from overhead, burying him completely.

Death was certainly terrifying, but a hopeless life was even harder to endure.

In his previous life, he had devoted himself to the ancient Daoist scripture's claim that "upon accumulating three thousand merits, one may ascend in broad daylight." In that sense, he had at least died for a worthy cause.

But what exactly was going on now?

He clearly remembered the agonizing pain of bones shattering and organs rupturing, yet his body now brimmed with vitality as if by a miracle.

No—not just his body. His surroundings had changed completely as well.

This was not a disaster zone, but an abandoned industrial plant.

The place was a complete wreck. Steel had twisted, load-bearing pillars had snapped, and deep trenches gouged by something like a heavy-duty cutting machine covered the ground. A nauseating fishy stench filled the air.

Even more horrifyingly, less than three meters ahead of Lu Ping, the severed lower half of a monster—cleanly sliced through at the waist—rolled off a rusted cargo container and hit the floor with a wet slap.

The creature had six red eyes, while tumors across its body oozed purple-black fluid that hissed continuously as it dripped onto the ground.

"Wh-what kind of monster is that?!"

Lu Ping's pupils contracted sharply. As his gaze lowered, he realized he was sitting amid a pile of rubble in an incredibly bizarre posture:

Both hands clenched into fists, his arms crossed and stacked together.

As though guided by muscle memory, he had locked himself rigidly into that hand sign.

Combined with that distinct gesture and the words he had heard before waking—"Furube, Yura Yura"—

Lu Ping's scalp went numb.

He had collected plenty of occult knowledge while researching cultivation in his past life, and he knew those words and that gesture all too well!

This was the exorcism ritual capable of summoning the legendary strongest shikigami, Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General Mahoraga—a technique on the level of mutual destruction!

At the same time, those words were known as the Furu Mantra. According to the Record of Ancient Matters of the Former Ages, they were a spirit incantation capable of reviving the dead.

To confirm his absurd suspicion, he instinctively reached into the inner pocket of his coat.

His fingertips touched a rigid card. Lu Ping pulled it out and used the moonlight to read the words on it.

Student ID:

[Name: Zenin Lu Ping]

[Year: Second Year]

[Rank: Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer]

[School: Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College]

"Boom—"

It was as if a key had unlocked the shackles deep within his soul. Vast inherited wisdom and memories fused together in an instant, allowing Lu Ping to understand everything.

He had transmigrated. He had transmigrated into this dangerous world filled with curses and death—Jujutsu Kaisen.

The original owner of this body bore the Zenin surname, one of the Three Great Families, and had even awakened the exceptionally rare Ten Shadows Technique!

Yet because his cursed energy was weak, he had only been rated a Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer.

Just moments ago, while carrying out a mission, he had been attacked by the Grade 2 Cursed Spirit before him.

It should have been an evenly matched battle, but he had been thrown off because he had not had time to reinforce his defenses with cursed energy. Just as the Cursed Spirit was about to devour him—

In his desperation, he had formed the hand sign directly!

He had summoned Mahoraga, the strongest shikigami that no Ten Shadows user in history had ever tamed, intending to perish alongside a mere Grade 2 Cursed Spirit!

"Because he couldn't beat a Grade 2 Cursed Spirit, he summoned Mahoraga to blow himself up with it?"

Lu Ping's mouth twitched wildly as he complained inwardly.

It was as absurd as playing Dou Dizhu, having your opponent put down a pair of threes, and immediately responding with a pair of jokers.

And that poor Grade 2 Cursed Spirit had not even waited for Mahoraga to fully descend before being casually smashed into two pieces by the shikigami from another dimension.

"That's way too humiliating..." Lu Ping sighed, then took a deep breath. His eyes gradually brightened.

Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it.

Since this world possessed an extraordinary power like cursed energy, did that mean the path of cultivation he had pursued fruitlessly in his previous life could become a reality here?

In his past life, he had possessed no spiritual energy and could only accumulate virtue and do good deeds in hopes of attaining that illusory ascension.

But now, he could truly feel that cold yet immense energy flowing through his body.

With the support of supernatural power, he could definitely advance further down the path of cultivation!

"Still, the first priority is gaining the ability to protect myself."

Lu Ping calmed down. Following the steps in his memories, he formed the hand sign of a canine with both hands and called out in a low voice, "Divine Dogs!"

...The air was deathly silent.

The shadow on the ground showed no reaction. Lu Ping frowned and tried Nue, Great Serpent, and even Rabbit Escape in succession. Without exception, all of them failed.

"The Ten Shadows Technique... can't be used?"

Just as Lu Ping felt puzzled, he suddenly sensed something strange.

Looking down, he saw that the shadow stretched beneath him in the moonlight had not transformed into a shikigami.

Instead, as he poured cursed energy into it, it twisted violently like hot oil splashed with water.

Gradually, the shadow swelled and reshaped itself, finally taking on an incomparably eerie outline—

A terrifying phantom with three heads and six arms, emanating an aura far beyond that of an ordinary shikigami!

The instant he saw the phantom, a tremor stirred deep within Lu Ping's soul, and a new piece of information appeared in his mind from nowhere.

[Three Corpses Manipulation]!

This was not a Zenin family technique, but an innate technique carried within the soul he had brought with him through transmigration!

The Daoist scriptures said that the human body contained three corpse worms.

The Upper Corpse was called Peng Ju, the Middle Corpse Peng Zhi, and the Lower Corpse Peng Jiao.

They were manifestations of humanity's negative emotions: greed, anger, ignorance, and more.

And in this world, where cursed energy itself came from negative emotions, his soul had manifested them as this one-of-a-kind technique.

"Good. Very good. Excellent."

Lu Ping swiftly pulled out his phone. The date displayed was [June 29, 2006].

His gaze abruptly froze. The summer of 2006... Only one month remained until the Star Plasma Vessel Escort Mission, the event that would change the course of the entire jujutsu world and lead to countless tragedies!

The death of the Star Plasma Vessel, Riko Amanai, had been the trigger for Suguru Geto's descent into darkness and the turning point that led Satoru Gojo to fully become "the one who alone was honored throughout heaven and earth."

"The Dao values life and saves all beings without measure." Lu Ping softly recited the Daoist scripture he had revered as the highest principle in his previous life.

Riko Amanai was merely an innocent girl. She should not become a sacrifice used by the rotten higher-ups of the jujutsu world to maintain their barriers.

Since he had been given another life, saving Riko Amanai and changing this tragedy would surely earn him an enormous amount of "merit"!

But... with his current level, where he could not even use the Ten Shadows Technique and was only rated Grade 2, what could he use to face Toji Fushiguro, the man known as the "Sorcerer Killer"?

An intense wave of anxiety surged into his heart.

"Buzz—"

The instant Lu Ping felt anxious, the three-headed, six-armed shadow beneath his feet suddenly came alive.

The azure head on the left opened its abyss-like mouth and inhaled toward the sky!

To Lu Ping's astonishment, the anxiety and helplessness in his heart transformed into tangible black mist and were swallowed in a single gulp!

His emotions instantly became as calm as still water, leaving him absolutely rational.

Immediately afterward, the blood-colored head at the center of the shadow made a teeth-grinding chewing sound. It could compress and digest the negative emotions it consumed.

Finally, the white head on the right, whose eyes had been tightly shut, abruptly opened them and exhaled a stream of utterly pure cursed energy, free of any impurity, feeding it back into every part of Lu Ping's body.

"Boom!"

Lu Ping felt the cursed energy that had originally been exhausted inside him suddenly surge by a great deal. As it circulated through his body, warmth spread everywhere, making him feel incomparably comfortable.

He paused, then understood how the innate technique Three Corpses Manipulation worked:

Azure Corpse devoured his own negative emotions;

Blood Corpse digested emotions into negative energy;

White Corpse permanently converted negative energy into [Maximum Cursed Energy Capacity]!

What did that mean?

Jujutsu sorcerers relied on cursed energy to fight, but their upper limit of cursed energy was almost fixed from birth.

As for him... as long as he continuously generated negative emotions, even if he merely sat around daydreaming, so long as he felt boredom, anger, fear, or other emotions, his cursed energy limit could rise without end!

And the growth curve of a jujutsu sorcerer was nonlinear. Others cultivated through effort and talent, while he cultivated through "emotions"!

As long as his emotional fluctuations were intense enough, he could accumulate immense cursed energy in this world built on negative emotions and, in a sense, lay the foundation for the Dao!

"In that case..." Lu Ping slowly rose to his feet. Looking at the mess all around him, an excited curve lifted the corner of his mouth.

"If I want to grow stronger quickly, I need to actively take part in major events, witness fear, and confront despair head-on!"

Just as he made up his mind and prepared to make a big move, someone kicked open the battered iron doors of the abandoned factory.

Bang!

The blinding beam of a tactical flashlight shone in alongside an irritatingly cocky voice:

"Yo! Lu Ping! You still alive? If you're not dead, make a sound!"