Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha is not motivated.

"Why, why didn't you explode?"

With his crotch smeared with mayonnaise, Miyajo En stood up shakily with the help of his subordinates. Looking at the energetic Takashi before him, his voice, which had begun to become high-pitched, was full of disbelief.
"Who knows? Anyway, I felt completely refreshed after soaking in the hot spring."

Long wiped his hands with disgust. He was suddenly glad that he hadn't eaten yet, otherwise he would have been disgusted to the point of vomiting from the sticky stuff on his fists.

"hateful!"

Miyajo En gritted his teeth, his face grim. Just as he had expected, the blood pool hot spring in Hell Valley was the family's secret treasure, and he was determined to obtain it.

"Charge! There are only a few of them. Even if it's a long run, we can wear them down!"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, the Blood Pond clan members who had followed drew their brand-new ninja swords from their waists, their eyes gradually glowing crimson.
"This time, I will not show any mercy."

He gestured to the few remaining members of his tribe who were capable of fighting behind him, then Long took the lead, raising his iron fists and leaping forward.
"Kill them!"

The moment the two groups clashed in the narrow pass, scalding blood splattered onto the smooth cliff face. A deafening roar, amplified by the unique terrain, instantly echoed throughout Hell Valley.
Inside the banquet hall,

"Bah!"

Xiaomeng, who was refilling tea for Uchiha Gin, heard the sudden sounds of killing. Her hand gripping the kettle trembled, and the scalding tea spilled all over Uchiha Gin's crotch.

"what!"

Fortunately, Lao Yin has thick skin and flesh, so this temperature posed no threat to him. However, it was tough on the new yukata he had just put on.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Realizing she had done something wrong, Xiaomeng quickly grabbed a towel and tried to rummage through Uchiha Gin's bird's nest.
"Stop, stop, stop!"

Uchiha Gin quickly covered his groin and retreated to avoid presenting any inappropriate scene in public.
"I'm going to change my clothes."

Leaving behind the clearly distracted Xiaomeng, Uchiha Gin turned and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Xiao Meng's grip on the towel tightened slightly, her eyes filled with undisguised sadness. She may look young, but her mind is already mature; she can guess most of what's happening outside.

"Yan, what exactly do you want to do?"

She couldn't understand why they had to turn against each other when they were all childhood friends.

"Xiao Meng, let's go hide together!"

At this moment, the people from the resort came forward to persuade Xiaomeng to take refuge together to avoid being caught in the approaching battle.
"I"

Just as she was about to nod, feeling down, she suddenly remembered Uchiha Gin who had gone to change his clothes. What if they all ran away and he came back to continue eating after changing? Wouldn't that be putting him in a bad situation?
"You guys go ahead, I'll go find that curly-haired girl."

After waving goodbye to her refugee clansmen, Xiaomeng disappeared in the direction Uchiha Gin had gone.
Meanwhile, the battle between Long and the traitors had reached a fever pitch. The open space in front of the resort hotel was littered with the blood-soaked members of the Blood Pool tribe.

Covered in wounds, Long was panting heavily, blood dripping from his fists, which were the size of sandbags.

"So hard."

He glanced down at the intruder's brand-new protective gear on the ground and couldn't help but curl his lip.
Where did these guys get such good equipment?
The Hell Valley clansmen who had come with him had long since logged off, lying in some corner barely clinging to life. But even though he was the only one left standing there, the numerous traitors still hesitated to approach.

"Don't be afraid, he won't last much longer."

Miyajo En, who had just quickly bandaged his wounds at the back of the crowd, stood up, his red eyes filled with a threatening glint.
"I can play all day long."

Raising his blood-soaked fist, Long took a deep breath and assumed a fighting stance, his aura not weakening but rather increasing.
"Brothers, let's go!"

The remaining traitors exchanged glances, but ultimately steeled themselves and charged forward. The power of their Blood Dragon Eyes transformed into countless chilling illusionary swords, shooting forth from all directions.

During the battle, Ryu was exceptionally focused, parrying attacks from sharp ninja swords while also being completely wary of mental attacks, leaving him no time to attend to anything else.

Watching Takashi engage in a chaotic battle with his men, Miyajo En's eyes flickered as he shifted his gaze to the nearby hot spring hotel. He quietly took a few steps back and disappeared into an unknown corner of the battlefield.

His goal from the beginning was not Long's life, but the family's secret treasure passed down for many years.

"Da da da~"

Inside the hotel, little Meng, barefoot, ran down the long corridor. She had just gone to Uchiha Gin's room, only to find it empty.

"Seriously, does that curly-haired girl change clothes that fast?"

Thinking that the other party had already changed clothes and returned to the banquet hall, Xiaomeng quickened her pace, wanting to intercept Uchiha Gin before the enemy.
"Clang~"

Seeing a figure sitting at a table in the banquet hall from afar, Xiaomeng immediately felt relieved and went forward to open the half-closed sliding door.

"Little curly-haired girl, stop eating and come with me to avoid this!"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly realized that the person sitting at the table enjoying the food was not the missing Uchiha Gin.
"Xiao Meng, your cooking skills are as good as ever."

Leaning against the table, Miyajo En watched the little brat barge in with a smile, his eyes filled with possessiveness.

"Pfft! Yan, why is your chin split into three pieces?"

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"Naturally, it is thanks to our Elder Longda."

Seeing Xiaomeng covering her mouth to stifle her laughter, Yuya Chengyan's smile instantly turned into a terrifying, venomous expression, and his voice became even more shrill.
"Yan, stop now. It's not too late to turn back."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Meng slowly lowered her hand, her eyes filled with a pleading look.
"Crack!"

Miyajo En didn't reply. He reached into his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one himself.
From the moment he turned his sword against his former kinsmen, there was no turning back.

"Phew~ Little Meng, come with me."

"do not want!"

You don't even have the good habit of offering cigarettes, and you want me to elope with you?
"My patience has its limits."

After finishing his cigarette in a few puffs, Miyajo En stood up, his face flushed with anger. He looked down at the wary Xiaomeng, his bloodshot eyes flashing with a sharp, unsettling light.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Meng frowned, and her black pupils transformed into blood-red dragon eyes, the power emanating from them no less than that of Yuya Cheng Yan.
"As expected of a descendant of the clan leader, he has awakened the Blood Dragon Eye to this extent without ever having committed any murder."

Gazing at Xiaomeng's blood-red dragon eyes with a look of utter fascination, Miyajo En couldn't help but exclaim in praise.

"What clan leader? The Blood Pool only has the Grand Elder!"

Reaching into her back pocket, Xiaomeng pulled out a shuriken and shook her head solemnly.

"No, no, no, there will be no more Grand Elders in the future. The corrupt Blood Pool Clan has long since lost its value."

"Whoosh!"

Before the words were even finished, Miyajo En flashed forward. Little Meng's dynamic vision, thanks to her Blood Dragon Eyes, was quite strong; she retreated the instant the opponent disappeared, throwing a spun shuriken in the air.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"You're no match for me, so just surrender obediently." Just as Xiaomeng was staring wide-eyed, searching for Yuya Chengyan's whereabouts, the other party's sinister voice rang out above her head. She saw that he had somehow gotten up and was now sitting on the beam in the corridor, looking at her with a mocking smile.

"Whoosh!"

Xiao Meng was unaffected by his verbal attacks and continued to unleash a multitude of miscellaneous hidden weapons as if they were free, while taking the opportunity to escape. She knew she was no match for Yan, and only by reuniting with Long would she have a sliver of hope.
"Want to run?"

Yuya Shiro watched with adoration as the little cutie toddled away on her chubby little legs, a trail of drool unconsciously trickling from the corner of his mouth.

To be honest, he cared more about Xiao Meng herself than the noble bloodline of the clan leader.

That's right, Oya Shiro En is a genuine lolicon.

"Damn it, where did that curly-haired guy go?"

Even while running, Xiaomeng still had time to worry about the missing Uchiha Gin. Now that Miyagi En has broken into the hotel, if the curly-haired girl encounters him, wouldn't she be doomed?

Touching the gold brick tucked in her bosom, Xiao Meng gritted her teeth and finally made a decision that went against her ancestors' wishes.

She suddenly stopped, turned around and changed direction just before reaching the hotel entrance, heading towards the guest room area.

"Oh?"

On the other side, Yuya Shiro, who was closely following behind her, raised an eyebrow in confusion upon seeing this. The only way out was right outside the door, so why did Xiaomeng choose a dead end?
Not here.

Not here.

Still not here!

As Xiaomeng ran, she opened the doors on both sides of the room, but after pulling them all down, she couldn't find a single curly-haired man. Uchiha Gin seemed to have vanished into thin air.
"What are you looking for, Xiaomeng?"

Miyajo En's shrill voice came from behind, and Xiaomeng quickly quickened her pace, heading towards the bath area on the next floor.

"Aren't you going to answer? What a disobedient child."

Because of the absence of a vital male component, Yuujiro En's heart began to twist without him realizing it, and his feelings for Komoe gradually transformed from simple love into a morbid possessiveness.
"Whoosh!"

As she approached the stairwell, Xiaomeng tossed out another hidden weapon, but when she reached into her pocket, her expression subtly changed.
Oh no, it's all gone.

"Is that all?"

Standing not far behind her, Miyajo En pulled the kunai out of the pillar beside him, his face full of longing.
The hidden weapons that Xiaomeng just threw to him were all gifts he gave her himself, serving as a testament to their long-term relationship.

"Who said there isn't?!"

Feeling a chill run down her spine, Xiao Meng curled her lip in disgust and reluctantly threw her last remaining possession as a hidden weapon.

Indeed, she decisively chose the BRICS summit over her personal interests.

Yuya Shiro reached out and caught it, his face instantly darkening. Xiaomeng had actually tossed him a handful of cigarette butts of varying lengths and brands.
"Da da da~"

Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in concentration, Xiao Meng quickly took off running. Seeing this, Yu Ya Cheng Yan abandoned his teasing attitude and instantly appeared in the path Xiao Meng was sure to take.

"The game of tag is over."

Seeing the wary look on Xiaomeng's face, Miyajo En didn't waste any words and directly cast an illusion spell that Xiaomeng's level couldn't defend against.

"Hum~"

Sure enough, after being infected, Xiaomeng stood stiffly in place, her big red eyes filled with emptiness.

As he hoisted the illusion-stricken Xiaomeng onto his shoulder, Yuya Shiro's smile lasted only a second before he saw a red figure running towards him from the end of the corridor.
"Put Xiaomeng down!"

Covered in knife wounds, with a broken blade still embedded in his biceps, Long looked like an enraged beast. His taut muscles emitted wisps of crimson steam with each roar.

"A bunch of useless trash."

Miyajo En curled his lip in displeasure. Dozens of men couldn't even take down one Ryu?

"Put Xiaomeng down, and I can leave you a whole corpse."

Long, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light, spoke in a chillingly cold tone.
"Ryu, your power does not belong to you."

After sizing up the blood-soaked Ryu, Miyajo En's lips curled into a disdainful smile.

In his mind, Long was nothing more than a weakling who gained power through a secret treasure.

"what are you up to?"

As Miyajo En slowly reached his hand towards the entrance of the Blood Pond Hot Spring Bath, Takashi felt a strange sense of unease for some reason.
"I just want to show you how the secret treasure is used."

With a clang, the gate was ripped open, and Miyajo En leaped into the Blood Pool Hot Spring Bath.
The moment Miyajo En saw the Blood Pool Hot Spring, his awakened Blood Dragon Eyes stirred with a strange, primal energy, and a new eye technique surfaced in his mind.
"That's the feeling! Yes, this is indeed the Blood Pool Clan's secret treasure!"

Laughing, he stepped into the scorching spring water. Miyajo En's hair moved without wind, and his bloodshot eyes held a chilling madness.
"you?"

As soon as Long Gang landed, before the doubt in his eyes could even arise, it was dispelled by the soaring crimson pool of water.
"Blood Dragon Technique!"

Miyajo En stood atop the pool, where the crimson hot spring water began to solidify and eventually transform into several ferocious red dragons.

"Yes! Absolutely right! I'm invincible now!"

Standing atop the solid dragon head, Miyajo En looked down at the dazed-faced Ryu, feeling a surge of power coursing through his body.

No enemy, not even that high and mighty Iwa ninja, could withstand a single blow from him.

"Boom!"

Several enormous dragon heads swayed from side to side, and the hot spring hotel, the culmination of years of effort by the Blood Pool Clan of Hell Valley, collapsed instantly. The dragon heads, tens of meters tall, pierced through the roof eaves, roaring as if announcing their arrival.
"Damn it! I still have 32 years of mortgage payments to make!"

Seeing this scene, Long's heart ached. He had taken out a 35-year loan from the Land of Waves Bank's branch in the Land of Hot Springs to build this hotel, which was supposed to provide a livelihood for his clan. He had only repaid three years' worth of loans, and now the hotel he had worked so hard to build was ruined.

"Haoyougen!"

Driven by extreme rage, Long, activating the Blood Evaporation Technique, leaped to the ground, fists clenched, determined to make Miyajo En, the instigator, pay a bloody price for his mortgage.
"Humph!"

However, just as he reached mid-air, two enormous blood dragons blocked his path, their massive maws spewing out a torrent of scorching, rusty breath.

"thump!"

Unable to move, Long was hit squarely by the spray. The intense heat caused his skin to burst instantly, and he fell to the ground like a blood gourd, looking utterly miserable.

"That guy was definitely playing tricks on me."

At the top of the canyon above the battlefield, a pair of scrutinizing eyes had taken in the entire battle. Looking at the ferocious, blood-red dragon, Han, who had somehow transformed into a Tailed Beast Rider, let out a cold snort, his gaze growing even icy.
Unbeknownst to Han, while he was focused on the battle below, another pair of eyes in the void above him were observing him with keen interest.
"Knight, raise your hands above your head, ready for inspection." (End of Chapter)