I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

Thinking this, Jingyang reached behind him and pulled out his phone, skillfully dialing Xiaodi's number. Then, all he heard was "beep...beep...beep..."

The line is busy.

Hit again.

"Beep...beep..."

Still busy.

Just as Jingyang was about to try again, he suddenly had a hallucination of hearing QQ coughing in his mind.

He raised an eyebrow and turned to look eastward.

Just now, a faint sensor appeared indicating that a star marker had been activated, and it was quite far away.

Whoosh—the train bound for the Dentora region, where Mount Kukuro is located, pulled into the station, bringing with it a gust of wind.

Through the star that suddenly activated in the distant East, Jingyang projected his consciousness there. After switching to the first operation mode, the first thing he saw was "himself" by the pool, using a fruit knife to cut a shallow wound in his palm. A clear pain came from the wound, and a line of blood slowly flowed out, falling into the pool and flowing into the outlet.

It was this wound that activated the star's healing ability.

Jingyang sighed and looked up at "Xiao Di" in the mirror.

He loosened his conscious control slightly and immediately heard Xiao Di's voice: Jing Yang, your lunar marker seems to be too far away during the day...

“Yes, I noticed that too,” said “Jingdi” in the mirror.

A little thought popped into my head: I called you, but your line was busy...

Jingdi watched as the wound on her palm healed at a rate visible to the naked eye. "Yeah, because I was calling you at the same time."

Little Drop suddenly realized: Oh...

Jingdi clenched her hand, which had fully recovered, and sighed, "Aren't you stupid? Why did you cut your own hand? There were three birds right there, why didn't you go after them!"

Chapter 73 Kukuroo Mountain, the Gate of Trials

Oh right, they have your mark on them too. I forgot… Little Drop’s voice echoed in Jingdi’s mind, as if she were talking to herself: I guess I really am not very smart…

"You can't say that." "Jingdi" looked at the reflection in the mirror in front of the sink, at the little Didi who looked like she had just woken up, and said with a somewhat insincere expression, "You can also interpret it as you cherishing animals."

His words caused a brief silence to fall from the depths of his mind, where the voice of Shizuku, who came from Meteor City, was heard.

"Jiji?"

On the windowsill of the room, the rock sparrow seemed to have just woken up, full of energy and eager to hop around. Seeing "Jingdi" coming out of the bathroom, it tilted its head and stared at her.

"What are you looking at?" "Jingdi" walked over, and Rock Sparrow was about to run away, but after being glared at by "Jingdi", its body involuntarily fell into "Jingdi's" hands, letting it knead and squeeze. "Jingdi" sneered: "You don't recognize me just because you changed your identity? I think you little Rock Sparrow are going to rebel!"

"Chirp! Chirp!" the rock sparrow chirped happily, excitedly pecking at "Jingdi's" hand, only to be disdainfully flung away by the latter, which flapped its wings and flew back to the windowsill.

Jingdi, hands on her hips, looked around the hostel room where Xiaodi was staying. "Not bad. What did you have for breakfast?"

Bread, milk... Little Drops' answer echoed in my mind.

"You need to eat more meat, Doraemon," Jingdi said earnestly. "We're going to the Sky Arena to climb the towers in a few days, we can't do without eating more meat!"

Okay... that's what Little Drop said in my mind.

“That’s settled then, my train has arrived.” “Jingdi” said, then suddenly remembered something, went back to the sink, looked at Xiaodi’s face in the mirror, and broke into a bright smile, “Haha, I’ve never seen this expression on your face before! — I’m leaving now, you should buy your tickets to the Sky Arena as soon as possible.”

Just as Jingyang was about to withdraw his consciousness and release his control over Xiaodi, Xiaodi asked in his mind: "Jingyang, won't you give my body any orders?"

"Huh?" He was a little puzzled. "Don't get into anything suggestive, I'm telling you."

Xiao Di said: When the star is in the state of executing commands, Jing Yang will be more likely to sense it, right?

"Jingdi" laughed, "I didn't even give Wu Er any orders to its star mark, so why would I do that to you? Don't be silly, you're not my pet. If you miss me, just call! Maybe I'm missing you too? You're really leaving this time."

"Oh, okay..." Xiao Di realized she had regained control of her body after hearing her own voice. Jing Yang had already left.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Xiao Di remembered what Jing Yang had just said. She tried to laugh out loud, but she couldn't manage it; she seemed to lack that intense emotion.

She imitated what Jingyang used to do, pressing her two index fingers against the corners of her mouth and pulling them upwards to form a smile.

I put my hands down, but the faint smile in the mirror was still there.

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Clang, clang, clang...

The trains here seem to be of a rather old model; as they speed along the tracks, they emit a very antique-sounding roar.

Jingyang sat by the train window, a layer of energy emanating from his body, enveloping him and maintaining the "entanglement".

The carriage was noisy, making it inconvenient to practice complex Nen skills. So Jingyang practiced the most basic skills, occasionally focusing his energy in his eyes to practice his reaction and proficiency in "condensing".

With my current strength, if I were to just use 'Entangle' and 'Condense', I probably wouldn't feel noticeably tired even after playing all day.

The journey of a little over an hour is relatively short, and Jingyang's self-entertaining cultivation is not boring at all.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Jingyang took it out and saw a text message from Xiaodi: "I bought the ticket." Attached was a photo of the train ticket to Terra Matthew.

"Read. Doraemon, please be careful." Jingyang tapped on his phone's keypad, just as he heard a series of surprised exclamations from inside the carriage.

He looked up and saw a towering mountain range that seemed to reach straight to the sky on the distant horizon outside the car window.

The only mountain that could make these passengers in the carriage so surprised is probably the Kukuro Mountain, the destination of this train.

"I'm almost there."

Jingyang raised his hand and took a picture of the distant view, then sent it to Xiaodi.

The phone vibrated. Xiao Di replied: "Jing Yang, be careful."

"receive."

……

The train stopped, and Jingyang got off amidst the chattering crowd.

He casually carried a shoulder bag, wore a baseball cap, and dressed in very ordinary sportswear. Walking down the street, given his current height, he was quite inconspicuous.

Outside the station, many people excitedly pointed at the distant Kukuroku Mountain, taking photos and discussing it.

It seems we're all pretty much the same; we're all heading straight for the assassin family's hideout.

Mount Kukuro, home to the Zoldyck family, has become a major tourist attraction, drawing many visitors daily. Several towns at the foot of the mountain even have scheduled shuttle buses with guides. Following directions from a fruit vendor, Jingyang found the shuttle bus station, thinking with a hint of malice, that given the Zoldyck family's wealth in treating an entire mountain as their backyard, the Republic of Padokia, where they had settled, likely had various levels of cooperation with them.

"Good morning, passengers. Look, that's Mount Kukuro, where the infamous Zoldyck family lives..." The pretty tour guide on the bus greeted the passengers with a professional smile and a microphone. "Mount Kukuro is 3722 meters above sea level. It's an extinct volcano surrounded by an endless sea of ​​trees. It's said that the Zoldyck family's house is somewhere on the mountain, but no one has ever seen it."

The tour guide's voice was clear and lively: "The Zoldyck family has 10 members. After the great-grandfather, grandparents, and parents, there are five brothers. All 10 members of the family are professional assassins."

"Next, the bus will travel along the mountain road, getting deeper into their territory for a visit..."

More than the tour guide's rambling, Jingyang paid attention to the behavior of the other passengers on the bus. They all seemed to be ordinary passengers, with no one acting strangely, and no one who looked like a Nen user.

After traveling for a long time along the winding mountain road, the bus finally stopped in front of an ancient and imposing city wall.

"What magnificent city walls..."

"Isn't that too high? Isn't it over 50 meters?"

Many passengers exclaimed in surprise as soon as they got off the train.

The tour guide smiled and said, "The forest and Kukuroo Mountain behind the city walls are the private property of the Zoldyck family. To get in, you have to go through the small door in the guardhouse at the entrance..."

The city gate was tens of meters high, with dragon head statues standing on both sides of the top, looking majestic and domineering. An ancient, heavy, and solemn aura emanated from it, which was quite in line with everyone's imagination of an assassin family.

In comparison, the guardhouse at the foot of the main gate was quite inconspicuous, and the small door next to it was even more inconspicuous.

A bald, middle-aged man, who seemed somewhat overweight, sat in the guardhouse. He didn't seem to care much when the tour bus stopped at the door and continued to idly read a book in the guardhouse.

"Since there's a security guard at the gate, why don't we give it a try? Maybe they can be lenient and let us in to take a look?"

"This is the world-famous Zoldyck family!"

Inspired by the tour guide's introduction, the tourists eagerly called upon their friends and went to the guardhouse to knock on the door.

"Huh?" The tour guide noticed a boy wearing a baseball cap walking straight towards the magnificent gate of the Zoldyck castle wall, and kindly reminded him, "This gate is actually fixed; it can't be opened at all. Sigh..."

The guardhouse was completely blocked by a group of curious tourists. The bald, middle-aged man, Jie Burong, who was mistaken for a guard but was actually a cleaner, was quite annoyed. Amidst the crowd, he spotted the boy in the baseball cap heading towards the trial gate. Because of his gaze, many other tourists turned to look. "Huh? You can walk through the gate?" Many others curiously gathered around.

"Hey!" A tourist tried to push the gate, but the gate didn't budge.

Others, skeptical, also tried repeatedly, but without exception, they all ended up exhausted, yet the door remained completely unmoved.

Everyone looked up at the towering city gate. Judging from its design, from top to bottom and from the outside to the inside, it seemed to be made up of seven nesting doors. But it turned out to be just for show. It looked like there were seven doors, but not a single one could be pushed open. Could this gate have just been built for show?

"Let me try!" A young and strong tourist rubbed his hands together, shouted, and slammed his palms on the gate. His arm muscles bulged high, his sleeves were taut, and his feet slid backward on the ground. But even as he struggled until his face turned red, his muscles trembled, and he left two small dents under his feet, the gate in front of him remained unmoved.

Finally, the young and middle-aged tourist sighed, exhausted, and shook his head, saying, "I can move a 1,000-pound box, but this door is fake; it doesn't budge at all!"

The other tourists all believed it and strongly agreed.

You'd be a fool to push it with a force of a thousand pounds!

Jingyang thought to himself, "The Zoldyck gate has seven nested doors, equipped with an automated sensing system. Different levels of doors will open when the gate is subjected to different pushing forces. Specifically, the bottommost, innermost door weighs 2 tons on each side, totaling 4 tons. It takes 4 tons of pushing force to open the first door completely."

A thousand catties is only 500 kilograms, which is only half a ton. Even if you push it all over half of the first door, the force will be three-quarters less.

There are seven trials, and the force required doubles for each additional trial.

The first door weighs a total of 4 tons, the second door weighs a total of 8 tons, and so on, 16 tons, 32 tons, 64 tons... To open all seven doors, a terrifying brute force of 256 tons is required!

Jingyang didn't know any members of the Zoldyck family in this world. He came here specifically not because he thought that reading the comics would automatically make him familiar with them, but to push the Trial Gate and test his own abilities.

You won't find equipment this good, this precise, and this high-class at the gym...

Chapter 74 Brute Force, Physical Strength

The young tourist, who had failed to open the door, shook his aching arm and said to Jing Yang, "Young man, let's listen to the tour guide and go to the guardhouse to plead for leniency."

Jing Yang glanced at him and said, "Dude, take my advice. Don't go to the guard room to get the key. That's suicide."

Can you speak?

The other person looked displeased, naturally assuming that Jing Yang was being impolite. He shook his head, stopped trying to persuade him, and went back to the guardhouse.