Crossover: The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, starting with cultivation with the Six Flowers Im

“It’s different. The Sage Mode you learned only gives you a basic grasp of the power of nature, but the sages of Mount Myōboku have become one with nature, and their power is inexhaustible.”

Nangong Yehua was silent for a moment, then raised her head and said firmly:

“I know it’s dangerous, but I have to go. It’s a deal between me and the White Serpent, and I can’t break my promise to her.”

Orochimaru looked at Nangong Yehua's determined eyes and couldn't help but be moved.

He patted Nangong Yehua on the shoulder and said in a deep voice:

"Since you've made your decision, I won't say anything more. But remember, safety comes first. If you encounter danger, be sure to evacuate immediately."

Nangong Yehua nodded in gratitude.

He knew that although Orochimaru seemed cold and indifferent, he still cared about him deep down.

A warm feeling welled up in his heart, and his gratitude towards Orochimaru was palpable.

Next, Nangong Yehua began to prepare for her trip to Mount Miaoboku.

He knew he needed more information and help to successfully complete the task.

So he began to consult Orochimaru about the various situations at Mount Myōboku and possible countermeasures.

Orochimaru also generously shared his knowledge and experience.

Chapter 396 Myoboku Mountain is in grave danger

Orochimaru looked at Nangong Yehua, a complex light flickering in his eyes. He took a deep breath, then spoke slowly, his voice low and serious:

"Nangong Yehua, the path you are about to embark on is full of unknowns and dangers."

"Mount Myōboku is not only a place where the power of nature converges, but also the abode of many powerful immortals. Their power is unfathomable, and they possess various mysterious and powerful spells."

"Although you have learned Sage Mode, that is only a superficial understanding of the power of nature."

"The immortals of Mount Myoboku have long been integrated with the power of nature. Every movement and every glance of theirs contains an incomparably powerful force."

Orochimaru continued speaking, his tone gradually becoming serious.

"Moreover, Mount Myōboku also possesses powerful sealing and barrier techniques, which can easily trap you or even kill you."

Orochimaru paused, his gaze fixed intently on Nangong Yehua, as if trying to see into his heart:

“Nangong Yehua, I know you have a firm will and determination, but I must also remind you that you must remain calm and rational when facing the immortals of Mount Miaoboku.”

"Don't rely too much on your strength; learn to use your wisdom instead."

"In addition, you also need to pay attention to the terrain and environment of Mount Myoboku."

The natural forces there are exceptionally powerful; you must learn how to coexist with them and how to use them to enhance your own strength.

Orochimaru continued,

"Also, the immortals of Mount Myoboku may set up various traps and obstacles to stop you, so you must always be vigilant and not let your guard down."

Finally, Orochimaru patted Nangong Yehua on the shoulder, his voice softening slightly:

“Nangong Yehua, I believe in your abilities and wisdom. But I also hope you can remember that life is the most precious treasure.”

"No matter what situation you encounter, preserving your own life should be your top priority. If you feel you cannot cope, retreat in time and do not force yourself."

After listening to Orochimaru's detailed warnings and advice, Nangong Yehua's face showed a determined expression.

He nodded slightly, his gaze resolute as he answered:

"I know, I will be careful."

Then, he changed the subject, his voice revealing an undeniable decisiveness.

"Give me the Eight-Tails. Before going to Mount Myōboku, I want to raise my strength to another level!"

Orochimaru was slightly taken aback, then nodded, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

He turned and walked to a corner of the laboratory, where there was a seemingly ordinary container, but inside the container was sealed the powerful Eight-Tails.

Orochimaru reached out and gently stroked the surface of the container, as if communicating with the power of the Eight-Tails.

As Orochimaru moved, the seal on the container began to slowly loosen, and a powerful aura of chakra emanated from it.

Nangong Yehua sensed this power, and a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He knew that the power of the Eight-Tails would be a crucial asset in his fight against the sages of Mount Myōboku.

Orochimaru carefully handed the container to Nangong Yehua, while instructing him:

"Fusing the power of the Eight-Tails requires caution; the consequences could be disastrous if it gets out of control. You must ensure your own safety before attempting the fusion."

Nangong Yehua accepted the container, his face showing gratitude. He nodded to indicate that he understood.

Chapter 397 Fusion of Eight Tails

Then, he turned and left Orochimaru's laboratory, returning to his own room.

The room was completely silent, with only Nangong Yehua's breathing echoing in the background.

He gently placed the container on the ground, then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest. He took a deep breath, adjusting his mind to its optimal state.

As Nangong Yehua's mind gradually calmed down, he began to focus his attention on the power of the Eight-Tails within the container.

He felt that powerful chakra energy surging continuously, as if it was about to break free from the container's restraints.

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath and began to use his Sage Mode to guide this power.

He fused his chakra with the power of the Eight-Tails and felt an unprecedented power surging within his body.

His body began to tremble slightly, as if he couldn't withstand the immense power. But he didn't give up; instead, he persevered.

The power of the Eight-Tails within the container was like a imprisoned beast, roaring and struggling, trying to break free of its restraints.

Nangong Yehua could clearly feel the violent force surging within the container, each impact seeming to tear the entire space apart.

He took a deep breath and completely immersed himself in this power.

He understood that in order to fuse with the power of the Eight-Tails, he must first tame this violent force.

He slowly mobilized his chakra, creating a subtle standoff with the power of the Eight-Tails.

The ferocity of the Eight-Tails' power exceeded Nangong Yehua's imagination. It was like a raging fire, constantly assaulting Nangong Yehua's will.

Nangong Yehua felt his chakra being constantly depleted, as if he could be swallowed up by this power at any moment.

However, Nangong Yehua did not give up. He gritted his teeth and persevered.

He intertwined and entangled his chakra with the power of the Eight-Tails, trying to find a balance between them.

Each collision caused him excruciating pain, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

As time went by, Nangong Yehua gradually found a way to coexist with the power of the Eight-Tails.

Instead of confronting the power of the Eight-Tails head-on, he began to guide and soothe it.

He enveloped the power of the Eight-Tails with his own chakra, like a beast tamer taming a wild beast.

Asking for flowers

Thanks to Nangong Yehua's tireless efforts, the power of the Eight-Tails finally began to subside.

It stopped its violent charge and began to merge with Nangong Yehua's chakra.

Nangong Yehua could feel his strength constantly increasing, and he knew that he had successfully fused with the power of the Eight-Tails.

At this moment, Nangong Yehua seemed to have undergone a complete transformation.

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He exuded a powerful aura, a new power that emerged after he merged with the power of the Eight-Tails.

He slowly stood up, feeling the power flowing through his body, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

After fusing with the power of the Eight-Tails, Nangong Yehua slowly walked out of the room.

His steps were firm and powerful, each step seemingly carrying the force of a thunderbolt.

His face radiated confidence and anticipation, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, as if he couldn't wait to challenge the immortals of Mount Myōboku.

Nangong Yehua left the base and came to a wide open space.

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air and tranquil atmosphere around her.

Chapter 398 Unable to use necromancy?

Nangong Yehua closed his eyes and began to try using spirit communication techniques to summon the spirit beasts within Mount Miaomu in order to understand the specific situation there.

However, things did not go as smoothly as Nangong Yehua had imagined.

When he chanted the incantation for the psychic spell, the surrounding space seemed to be blocked by an invisible force, and his psychic spell failed.

Nangong Yehua frowned, a hint of doubt creeping into his mind.

He understood that this might be because he was not a true ninja of the "220" sect and his mastery of summoning techniques was not yet proficient.

However, Nangong Yehua was not discouraged. He knew that in order to successfully challenge the immortals of Mount Myōboku, he had to understand their strength and situation.

So he began to think of other methods. After some thought, he came up with an idea—to go to Konoha Village.

Konoha Village is a gathering place for ninjas, and most of the people there can summon spirits from Mount Myōboku.

Nangong Yehua believed that if he could find the people of Konoha Village, they would definitely be able to help him understand the situation of Mount Myōboku.

So he made up his mind and prepared to go to Konoha Village.

On her way to Konoha Village, Nangong Yehua decided to change her appearance first.

He knew that his identity was very sensitive in the ninja world, and if he were to be accidentally exposed, it could lead to unnecessary trouble.

So he used the disguise technique he learned in the cultivation world to change his appearance.

Nangong Yehua formed a hand seal, and a faint spiritual energy emanated from his fingertips.

He closed his eyes and silently recited the incantation for disguise. As he chanted the incantation, his face began to gradually change.

The originally strong lines have become much softer, the eyebrows have become thicker, and the eyes have become more deep-set.

His skin also became delicate and smooth, as if he had been reborn.

When Nangong Yehua opened his eyes again, he had become a complete stranger.

His face was ordinary and plain, without any striking features.

He checked his attire and hairstyle to make sure there were no flaws, then headed towards Konoha Village with peace of mind.

On the way to Konoha Village, Nangong Yehua felt both nervous and excited.

He knew he was about to face a completely new challenge and opportunity.

He looked forward to establishing connections with the people of Konoha and learning more about Mount Myōboku.

At the same time, he was prepared to deal with all kinds of emergencies and was ready to meet unknown challenges at any time.

Soon after, Nangong Yehua arrived at the gate of Konoha Village.

He stood at the village entrance, his gaze sweeping over the vibrant and lively ninja village.

The village is bustling with people, and the streets are lined with all kinds of shops and houses. Children play in the streets, while adults are busy with their own affairs.

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath and adjusted her mindset.

He knew that he had to proceed with caution in order to successfully enter Konoha and obtain the information he needed.

So he pretended to be a street performer and began planning his move into the village.

He took some simple props out of his backpack, including a hand-painted wooden board, a few paintbrushes, and a small bottle of paint.

He quickly sketched a simple landscape on the wooden board. The mountains and rivers in the picture were so lifelike that they seemed to make people feel as if they were there.

Then, he picked up a paintbrush, dipped it in paint, and began to carefully color the picture.

Qun Nangong Yehua stood at a corner of the village entrance and began to demonstrate her painting skills.

Sometimes he would wield his brush with bold strokes, sometimes he would lightly sketch, and every stroke seemed so unhurried.

Seven villagers passing by stopped to admire his paintings and praised them highly.

Chapter 399 My name is Daqian, I am a painter

Just as Nangong Yehua finished a beautiful painting and was about to continue asking the villagers about Miaomushan, footsteps suddenly came from afar.

He looked up and saw several Konoha patrolling ninjas walking towards him.

These ninjas wore uniform green uniforms, with sharp ninja swords at their waists, and serious expressions on their faces.