It made the other two of The Big Three Families, as well as the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association—these three groups—eagerly seek cooperation, and it looked as if Kenmyo had them all hooked.
The problem, naturally, lay in the "small gifts" Kenmyo had distributed to the Jujutsu Sorcerer who were present to provide support.
It was nothing special; the gift was just a 10ml bottle of liquid, a thin instruction leaflet, and a gift box about the size of a perfume sample.
The Jujutsu Sorcerer initially wondered why the Kamo Family, one of The Big Three Families of the Jujutsu World, was being so stingy. Were they looking down on them?
But then they saw the concise description on the label: "After consumption, a certain amount of injury can be restored within three seconds."
At first glance, they thought they had misread it. They looked again, and thought, "Hmm?"
So confident, to dare to label it like that.
Most Jujutsu Sorcerer simply didn't believe it. After all, this small bottle of red liquid didn't seem like much. How could it possibly have an effect similar to Reverse Cursed Technique?
How difficult is Reverse Cursed Technique to master? Having Sorcerer talent is already picking one out of hundreds of thousands of people, and a Sorcerer who can master Reverse Cursed Technique is even rarer, one in ten thousand.
Just drinking such a small bottle could restore injuries, and with immediate effect? Wasn't this pure deception?
"Has the Kamo Family started to lie?"
This question arose in everyone's minds.
Even with the Kamo Family, one of The Big Three Families, vouching for it, most people were still skeptical. However, a quick test would reveal if it was real or fake.
After all, the effect of this item was too easy to verify; a simple stab would show the results.
Produced by Kenmyo, it must be a premium product.
He was only afraid they wouldn't test it.
Everyone's attitude did a complete 180-degree turn, and they all gasped.
Before testing: "So stingy."
After testing: "The Boss is generous!"
"Isn't it too precious to give such valuable recovery items to the younger brothers for free?"
Judging from the feedback of these big clients (suckers), it was clear they were very satisfied.
On Kenmyo's side, it displayed: "Recovers 5% of HP per second after consumption, lasting for three seconds."
Don't underestimate this 15% HP recovery rate; it's a lifesaver. Using this 15% when critically wounded is equivalent to escaping a near-death state.
People with severe injuries, thanks to this 15%, could sustain themselves until they received full treatment, rather than dying on the way due to excessive severe injuries.
The only drawback was that if a second bottle was consumed within 24 hours, there was a 50% chance of dying, and the other 50% chance was a total recovery of 30% HP.
If one felt lucky, they could even gamble on it when severely injured and on the verge of death.
The introduction of this small Reverse Cursed Technique, which essentially had no side effects, could greatly reduce the death rate of Jujutsu Sorcerer.
That's why those families and the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association went crazy, seeking possibilities for cooperation.
Taking the Zenin Family as an example, as long as their Jujutsu Sorcerer practiced their ancestral Ten Shadows Technique, the topic of death was always inescapable. If they were severely injured while taming a Shikigami, wouldn't drinking a bottle of this blood potion greatly increase their survival rate?
Last time, Kenmyo had intended to use an alias to sell these blood vials and earn massive resources from the big figures in the Jujutsu World, so that the entire Jujutsu World wouldn't know who Kenmyo was, yet he would have thoroughly reaped a harvest.
Taking a high-end route, it was like a small black workshop harvesting world-class big shots.
But the situation was different now. Kenmyo currently had hundreds of people under him—oh, no, thousands of people—and he was also the next head of the Kamo Family, one of The Big Three Families.
Kenmyo was already equivalent to the chairman of a super-large multinational corporation; how could he personally do the work of a middleman?
His subordinates were for this very purpose. Kenmyo only needed to continuously produce these potions and hand them over for operation and promotion.
As for the production volume, he could completely use the blood of the River of Death to create his own clones. Each clone would be equivalent to him.
Although the strength of these clones wasn't great and they couldn't inherit much of Kenmyo's power, they could use skills just like Kenmyo, which meant they could use the alchemy skill.
Kenmyo didn't know the upper limit of the clones, but he could certainly assemble a complete production line.
A sweatshop was completed. Backed by the Kamo Family, they could sell these blood vials globally through their channels.
If this healing potion became the Kamo Family's signature business, then it goes without saying that the Kamo Family, by harvesting capital from all over the world, would naturally surpass the Zenin Family and the Gojo Family.
As for others who were envious of their family's profits, whether they would be able to produce similar counterfeit medicines, that was absolutely impossible. He concocted this using the [Alchemy Skill], and the materials used were all non-existent on Earth.
The only one in the world, based on these two points, they absolutely could not concoct it.
Kenmyo was not in a hurry; he just kept them dangling. This was the power of a monopoly.
Good goods are not afraid of not selling.
Kenmyo was at his home, directing over a dozen Kamo Family Jujutsu Sorcerer.
"All things are dust."
Kenmyo's biggest trump card, Uncle Lan, wearing sapphire blue ceramite, stood like an iron tower beside him. His massive body, even without a sound, gave a strong sense of security.
Due to its huge size, it was among the last few batches to be moved.
Kenmyo stood in front of Uncle Lan, and he always felt a sense of borrowing power.
"Be careful, move these things carefully."
The perimeter of Kenmyo's original house had been enclosed by a pitch-black "curtain," preventing outsiders from seeing what was happening inside. This wasn't an attack; he was moving.
Although he was reluctant to leave the place where he and his sister had lived for over a decade, it was time to say goodbye. No matter what, the place was simply too small to accommodate his experimental equipment and ever-increasing Cursed Spirits.
Moreover, being in a residential area, with many people and prying eyes, it would be impossible to guard against unknown enemies who wished to harm Kenmyo. It was not suitable for long-term development.
Kenmyo moving was actually an idea he had always had, but he was held back by his financial constraints and inability to improve the environment.
Now it was different. Kenmyo had overthrown the wealthy, old landlords and become the master himself, so he no longer had to act timidly.
He was moving to the Kamo Family's estate. Besides powerful individuals like Kenmyo who possessed unreasonable abilities, who would dare to invade the territory of one of The Big Three Families?
Any family that was invaded would face extremely severe consequences, and the invaders would be subject to the angry and strict sanctions of that family.
Over 100 Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerers were no joke; their sheer numbers alone could overwhelm and kill petty intruders.
At the Kamo Family estate, he could conduct experiments and research Cursed Spirits without any disturbance. At the same time, he could also use the Kamo Family's resources to expand his laboratory.
The Kamo Family's territory was far larger than imagined. Kenmyo would have his own house there, along with a matching large basement.
If Kenmyo wanted to, he could even turn the entire family into his laboratory.
The arrangements for his sister, Isayama Sakura, and the crystal coffin for Sister Mei, Kenmyo had already made them from the very beginning. They had been transferred and settled in the Kamo Family estate that morning.
Previously, due to the small space, yet needing to create a spacious area, Kenmyo could only have the bred worker Tyranids dig downwards to serve as the Norn Queen's breeding ground.
Having such precious Tyranids cooped up underground really felt pitiful.
Kenmyo felt that if the Hive Mind knew, it might just punish him.
The Kamo Family members were very busy, continuously moving things onto trucks. These were all the experimental instruments Kenmyo used to research Cursed Spirits.
"I told you, move it carefully, move it carefully."
Kenmyo suddenly saw an iron box about to slide off. He quickly used telekinesis to push it back, preventing it from falling to the ground.
"See, things are about to fall out again."
Well, it was the newly hatched Tyranids. They were greedy and ate the iron chain. Kenmyo glared at them, and these little guys immediately became much more obedient, no longer making a fuss inside the iron box.
"Speed up, try to finish before the afternoon."
Kenmyo was about to give a few more instructions when he suddenly heard his phone ring.
As soon as he answered, Kenmyo raised an eyebrow and quipped,
"Yo, what's up? Calling me so early today."
"Haha. Can't I call you just because there's nothing wrong, Kenmyo?"
Gojo Satoru's characteristic listless voice quickly came from the other end of the phone, sounding very youthful.
"If you're asking me out for a drink, I'm hanging up."
Kenmyo cursed with a laugh.
"You bastard, only I and Geto ever drink, you never touch a drop."
"No, Kenmyo."
Gojo Satoru's tone was a bit forced, with a hint of reluctance.
"I'm here on a mission today, asking on behalf of a few old fogeys in my family."
He even rarely used "I" instead of his usual "I, your old man."
"Just say it directly, don't beat around the bush. That's not like you at all."
"Go ahead and ask."
Kenmyo was very straightforward, saying it directly.
"Kenmyo, are you the Kenmyo who is currently causing such a stir throughout the Jujutsu World?"
Ever since the Kamo Family announced the change of their family heir, Kenmyo had become more popular than a top celebrity, with countless paparazzi digging into his information.
Gojo Satoru really disliked asking his friends such personal questions.
It was truly due to intense pressure from his family.
After all, only those old antiques who had lived for a long time would pay more attention to the value of the blood vials; they were all old schemers.
After witnessing the efficacy of the potion, the elders of the Gojo Family were determined to secure cooperation with the Kamo Family at all costs.
And previously, anyone close to Gojo Satoru would be spontaneously investigated by the Gojo Family, so Kenmyo's information had entered the sight of the Gojo Family's higher-ups long ago.
Especially since Kenmyo had been abandoned by the Kamo Family years ago, and still had a very strong blood connection to them. Kenmyo's father was actually the former Kamo Family Head's cousin.
This information was no secret; they knew it from the start.
Additionally, to verify, the Gojo Family retrieved a large amount of road surveillance footage. They discovered that two vehicles from the Kamo main family had driven near Kenmyo's house last night. What happened afterward was that a person named Kenmyo inexplicably became the next head of the Kamo Family, followed by the birth of the blood vials that shocked the entire Jujutsu World.
"Yes, that's me."
Kenmyo readily agreed. There was no need to hide such minor things from a good friend. If he were afraid, he wouldn't have used his own name for promotion.
"Holy crap, you sly dog."
It really was Kenmyo!
Gojo Satoru was stunned. He knew his good friend hadn't had it easy in the past.
"You actually became the next head of the Kamo Family behind my and Geto's backs, without a sound."
"Idiot, what do you mean 'behind your backs'?"
Kenmyo rolled his eyes at him.
"This is destiny for me. They were crying and begging me to be their family head. What could I do?"
"You're also the next head of the Gojo Family."
"By the way, just speak directly."
Kenmyo said directly.
"It's mainly a few old fogeys in our family,"
Gojo Satoru said awkwardly,
"Who want to discuss certain cooperation matters with your family."
"Oh, is that all?"
"How about this, I'll give you the phone number of the Kamo Family Elder who manages this aspect."
Kenmyo said indifferently,
"Let those old fogeys go talk to him."
"Thanks, Kenmyo."
Gojo Satoru breathed a sigh of relief; he felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders.
"You've been a great help."
"But you're the eldest young master of the Gojo Family, it's a bit suffocating. So many old fogeys pressuring you, and you have to bow to me."
This wasn't Gojo Satoru's style.
Kenmyo was a little puzzled.
"Don't even mention it."
Gojo Satoru sighed and said.
"Ugh, it's all because some damned person robbed my grandfather's grave and took away the remaining bones inside."
"Now, as long as I can create the possibility of a blood vial supply and cooperation meeting with your family, they won't make me search for who stole my grandfather's bones anymore."
Gojo Satoru didn't have a search Cursed Technique; it was simply asking the impossible.
That's why he stepped forward to be the middleman.
"You're having a tough time too."
Kenmyo shook his head, frowning.
"But, your grandfather's grave was robbed?"
The former Gojo Family Head, it was said, was the only man in their family's history who, without the Six Eyes, could freely use Limitless.
Anyway, that's how the Gojo Family promoted him; who knows if there was any exaggeration.
When the previous Kamo Family Head died, they also said he was the strongest head in their history.
"Yeah, I'm also at a loss. He's been dead, with only a few bones left. Are they going to boil soup with them?"
Each generation of the Gojo Family Head symbolized the family's face. If their remains were stolen, where would the Gojo Family put its face?
So, those living Gojo Family elders, who upheld "family honor above all else," were frantically searching for the stolen remains.
This whole situation had thoroughly annoyed Gojo Satoru, and now that there was finally another matter that could take precedence, he immediately agreed.
"Alright then, I have other things to attend to."
After helping Gojo Satoru resolve this matter, Kenmyo saw that he had nothing else going on and wanted to hang up the phone.
"Okay, you hang up. Thanks, Kenmyo."
"No problem, it's a small matter."
Kenmyo hung up the phone. It was just that the Gojo Family, through his relationship with Gojo Satoru, got to cut in line and negotiate with the Kamo Family earlier.
It was Kenmyo giving Gojo Satoru face, not him giving the Gojo Family face.
Whether the negotiations succeeded or not? What did he care?
Kenmyo was merely a hands-off manager; he delegated all authority to his subordinates.
However, the former Gojo Family Head's remains were stolen.
Kenmyo would not forget that before he came to the Kamo Family, judging from the Kamo Family Elder's corpse, he had been dead for at least several years.
Yes, Kenmyo also couldn't believe that was the result detected by the instruments.
But it was true; a special Cursed Technique had completely slowed down the decomposition of the corpse.
Kamo Kenichiro's head was empty; his brain was gone.
His skull had also disappeared.
Kenmyo used Flesh Hounds to sniff, to see if they could still find anything.
But they found nothing; that bastard had been extremely careful, leaving no trace behind.
However, Kenmyo knew that that guy was definitely not feeling well now. Blood Rage and Black Rage would not disappear just because he changed bodies.
Becoming insane was his ultimate destiny.