I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

Hart glanced at his senior brother Yun Gu, who was meditating with his eyes closed, neither his physical body nor his "soul" paying attention to anything else, and hurriedly followed Xiao Di's footsteps.

On the way, Didi said, "Do you know Bisky's phone number?"

"You mean Senior Brother Yun Gu's master? Only Senior Brother Yun Gu himself knows, right?" Hart wondered. "But the hotel landline's call logs from yesterday might still be there..." He paused, then added, "Senior Brother Yun Gu is rather careless, he definitely hasn't deleted them yet!"

When they arrived at their hotel room, sure enough, the call logs with Bisky from the previous night were still there.

Xiao Di sent the photos she took to this number, with the caption: "This is Master Sky. How has he changed since forty years ago? — Cloud Valley"

Hart glanced at it and suddenly realized that Little Di's sister had been taking pictures of the Sky Master!

Soon, Xiao Di's phone vibrated; Bisky had replied with a text message:

"You've photographed the wrong person; this isn't the Sky Master!"

"P.S.: This isn't the number for Yun Gu! Who are you? Zhen Yuanzi?"

Hart stared at Yun Gu's master's reply, speechless for a long time, and suddenly shivered.

Five thousand words! A huge improvement!

Chapter 130 Curse

Isn't this the Sky Master?

The person we met yesterday at the foot of the mountain, and the one who led us in sparring at the training ground all day today, was actually... wasn't Master Sky?!

Hart felt like he was listening to a ghost story, the kind where you chat with one character for ages, only to have another person come up and say, "Who are you talking to?", "There's no one here.", "That little girl died ten years ago."... It scared him so much that the hairs on his body stood on end.

Xiao Di simply said "Oh," and then conveyed the information to Jing Yang through the moon mark on her index finger.

In the training ground, Jingyang was very surprised to receive Xiaodi's telepathic message, and then looked at Master Tiankong in front of him.

With white hair and a youthful face, he looked like an immortal, exuding extraordinary temperament, a peerless master. But it turned out to be an imposter.

Why would a fake go to all that trouble, wasting an entire day bringing so many martial artists to compete?

Sky Master looked over at Jingyang.

Jing Yang stared at him nonchalantly for a moment, then asked, "Is food provided?"

"Oh?"

Master Sky was quite surprised, then laughed and said, "Of course I'll take care of it."

After a while, a waiter from the resort pushed in a food cart.

Of the nearly two-thirds of the martial artists who had already been eliminated, some had left and returned to the hotel, while others remained, observing those who were still persisting. The experience of "out-of-body experience," though simulated and fake, was still rare. Upon careful reflection, the tempering of one's will was indeed meaningful... In short, that's how everyone understood it; otherwise, what would be the point of coming here?

Jingyang acted as if nothing had happened, controlling his physical body to run to the food cart, and lifted the cover to reveal all kinds of delicious food underneath. The aroma was so enticing that it made everyone's stomachs rumble.

His physical body, apart from his dull eyes as if he were sleepwalking, was no different from usual. His eating and drinking movements were quick but not rude, and his focused enjoyment of the food made onlookers' appetites increase... So the few martial artists who had already been eliminated looked at each other and joined in. Soon, more waiters pushed more food carts, and these people, led by Jing Yang, ate enthusiastically in the training ground. At first glance, it seemed that Jing Yang had also been eliminated.

This is torture!

The "souls" of the dozen or so martial artists who were struggling in the arena tried their best to control themselves and not look at the scene of those people enjoying the food.

Having been out of their bodies for an entire day, their experience was nothing short of torture, every minute and every second.

Even Yun Gu, who was holding his breath to maintain his "soul" from dissipating, couldn't help but frown and secretly smile bitterly.

Jingyang was also secretly communicating with Xiaodi through the ring on his body, while occasionally glancing at the seemingly fake Sky Master out of the corner of his eye.

"If he's not the Sky Master at all, then someone should have recognized him when we were down the mountain." His voice echoed in Xiao Di's mind. "Like Yun Gu. He's participated before; how could he mistake someone else?"

Oh right?

In the hotel room, Xiao Di typed out Jing Yang's questions and sent them verbatim to Bisky.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the world, Bisky, dressed in cute pajamas and barefoot, walked to the window, gazed at the starry sky, and pondered for a moment, thinking, "Perhaps it was something that Chairman Netero did to Master Sky at the Sensui Mountain Conference forty years ago..."

She typed away on her phone and sent the message.

*Buzz*, Xiao Di's phone vibrated. She opened it and read: "The Sky Master I saw 40 years ago was a senior who looked far older than Chairman Netero. Since the Sky Master Yun Gu saw back then is the same person you see today, then: ① The Sky Master was switched at least ten years ago; ② The Sky Master used some kind of ability to restore his youth…"

And then there's the follow-up comment: "P.S.: Are you really Zhen Yuanzi?"

While Xiao Di used the Moon Mark to read Bisky's reply aloud to Jing Yang, she replied "Yes" to Bisky.

[If they were switched, then these waiters on Sensui Mountain would probably have been replaced long ago... If some kind of Nen ability was used, it's probably a transformation-type Conjuration ability!]

Jingyang, speaking from the training ground, recalled seeing Nitero on the hotel rooftop at noon.

At that moment, Netero was gazing in the direction of the training ground, observing this seemingly real yet fake sky master.

However, if the appearance of the Sky Master had changed so drastically in the past 10 years compared to the old man Bisky had seen 40 years ago, if Netero was really curious or even suspicious about such a change... why did Netero only come to observe today?

"Unless this change in the Sky Master was originally caused by Netero..."

"Forty years ago, besides martial arts tournaments, art exhibitions began to appear at Xian Shui Mountain. Was this change in Master Tiankong the reason?"

"What is Netero doing? Is he conducting some kind of experiment on the Sky Master? This doesn't seem to fit his character at all..."

Many guesses flashed through Jingyang's mind, and finally he thought with a laugh, "It can't be that Netero is holding an art exhibition to cultivate his own taste... or to pick up artsy young women? Uh..."

Anyway, Netero is definitely not some 100-year-old virgin.

Other people's sons are so old!

……

So you suspect that all the unusual events are related to Netero, the president of the Hunter Association?

The hotel in front of the mountain, near Kurapika.

Jingyang briefly explained the situation on his side to Kurapika through the moon mark on his ring.

Kurapika also communicated via the Moon Mark, nodding as he answered his own question, "[His strength is the strongest, from the same era as the Sky Master you mentioned... Didn't you suspect that he was always a Nen clone? Since it's a clone, its appearance is something the Nen user can adjust, right? Becoming younger to suit their desires is perfectly normal.]"

"Kurapika!" another bodyguard called out. "It's almost 7 p.m. Time for the shift change."

"I see."

Kurapika got up, tidied himself up, changed his clothes, and went out with several other bodyguards to the hotel restaurant to find his employer, Damat.

The restaurant was a hub for celebrities, with a particular concentration at Damat's table, where this influential critic was highly sought after.

Kurapika and his team switched shifts with the daytime bodyguards, and the night shift was to provide close protection to their employer from 7 p.m. to 7 a.m. the next morning.

As for the little gray bird on Kurapika's shoulder, his colleagues saw it but didn't say anything.

These bodyguards can carry pistols, so what would they do with a small, unremarkable bird?

Moreover, the methods of Nen users are unpredictable. Who knows if this little bird is some kind of helper that Kurapika uses to manipulate his abilities... And unless the relationship is close enough, these knowledgeable Nen bodyguards wouldn't bother to inquire about the details of someone's abilities, as that could easily make enemies.

After dinner, the employer, Damat, left the restaurant and headed to the art gallery, chatting and laughing with others.

Kurapika and his bodyguards followed him from a distance.

[So, have you found your prey?] "Jingyanzhu" stepped on Kurapika's shoulder, but the telepathic communication was transmitted through his main body, located far away in the back mountains, via a ring on his finger. In reality, "Jingyanzhu" only served as a "camera" throughout.

Kurapika replied telepathically: "Not yet."

Why aren't you making the most of this time?

"My current job is as a bodyguard, protecting my employer. The art exhibition lasts three days, followed by six or seven days of other events. Matthew Harrison won't leave so soon; there will always be a chance to run into him..." He paused, his eyes darkening. "If I can see him up close, and ideally obtain a drop of his blood, I can use the Book of Revelation to find him again."

Jing Yang asked in surprise, "So you're planning to settle accounts with that guy after the event is over?"

Kurapika said, "They might also have bodyguards with them. There are too many people around here, and I can't guarantee that I can do it without causing any disturbance, nor can I predict whether innocent people will be affected..."

Inside the art gallery, various paintings were displayed. Men and women in formal attire whispered to each other, pausing before each painting before slowly moving on. Even the waiters tried to keep their voices down. Wherever Damat went, he inevitably attracted silent glances. How long he lingered before this painting, how long he looked at that one, whether he spoke, and what he said... many people were extremely attentive to his every move.

Aside from the square-faced bodyguard who provided close protection, the rest of Kurapika and his group followed at a distance. These bodyguards, of course, were also dressed in black formal attire appropriate for the occasion.

When working the night shift, Kurapika is responsible for protecting his employer nearby; during the day, Kurapika rests.

What are you doing here? "Jingyan Que" glanced at Kurapika from time to time.

Kurapika asked, "What about you? If you're willing to help, with your Star Sign ability, you should be able to subdue Mash Harrison silently and then control him to hand over Scarlet Eyes."

Jingyang did not respond.

The "Jingyan Sparrow" just turned its head and glanced at him with its left and right eyes, but didn't make a sound.

Kurapika's eyes immediately went dead, and he finally transmitted his voice: "Boss, if you have time, please help me."

Surprisingly, the little gray bird's face showed a look of satisfaction, as if it had found a promising student. At the same time, Kurapika heard Jingyang's telepathic message: "[I can't spare the time; the competition isn't over yet.]"

Then I'll just have to wait for the right opportunity...

[But who said I can only use 'starred' items in my original form?]

Kurapika was quite surprised, then a thought struck him, and he asked: "Targets marked with stars by you can also spread the stars?"

What do you mean by "spread"? Do you even know how to use your words? You seem like a source of spread yourself.

"I do have a star on me." Kurapika transmitted his voice, glancing at the little gray bird on his shoulder. "Can a bird's wings and claws successfully create a star?"

Just then, a hushed murmur broke out in the quiet art gallery, as a group of people whispered among themselves.

Kurapika and the other bodyguards immediately looked in the direction of the noise, moving towards their employer in unison. The commotion wasn't coming from where Damat was, but elsewhere. Those who had been subtly watching Damat's movements disappeared as the crowd gradually moved away… Damat's expression immediately turned somewhat displeased, but there was nothing he could do. Because what had attracted the crowd was the Hunter Association's president, Isaac Netero.

It's important to understand that any professional hunter is a person of exceptional status. Although anyone has the opportunity to hire a professional hunter to serve them, the mission is the mission, and status is the status.

Netero stands at the pinnacle of all professional hunters, and compared to him, Damat is worlds apart.

While others were paying attention to Damat, they were mindful of the atmosphere in the art gallery and wouldn't overreact. But when the Hunter Association's president appeared, everyone instinctively crowded around him...

"The president is here too?"

Among Damat's bodyguards, there were two professional hunters, who naturally knew their guild leader.

They also recognized the woman standing next to the chairman.

Wearing rabbit ear headbands and dressed in a trendy and playful style, isn't this the "Rabbit" of the twelve earthly branches?

unlucky!

Damat kept a straight face, but he couldn't help but move closer. After all, this was the president of the Hunter Association!

"The Cursed Eye... Hehehe..."

Netero and his companion passed by a painting. After glancing at it briefly, Netero chuckled casually.