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

Xiao Nan's face lit up with an even brighter smile after hearing Nangong Yehua's words.

She looked at Nangong Yehua gratefully, as if to say:

"Thank you, Nangong Yehua. You made me experience the feeling of love."

The two exchanged a smile, as if all the words were understood without being spoken.

Nangong Yehua watched Xiao Nan leave the room until her figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The morning sun shone on the open ground outside the Xiaoji base. Nangong Yehua slowly got up, stretched, and showed an excited expression on his face.

Today, he plans to capture the Seven-Tails beast using only the power of his newly acquired Sharingan.

Nangong Yehua changed into a black bodysuit, with a slender ninja sword tied around her waist, and walked out of the room with light steps.

He arrived at the open space outside the base. There was no one around, only a gentle breeze blowing and rustling the leaves.

Nangong Yehua stood in the open space, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened his blood-red Sharingan.

His eyes instantly became sharp and deep, as if they could see through all illusions and pretenses.

He began to try using the Sharingan's abilities.

First, he stared into the air and activated "Genjutsu: Sharingan".

A red light flashed in his eyes, and the air in front of him seemed to distort, forming a phantom image.

This image is filled with terror and despair, like an endless nightmare.

Nangong Yehua smiled slightly. He knew that this illusion could deprive the other party of their physical freedom, causing them to fall into endless illusions.

Then, he formed hand seals and activated "Phantom Instantaneous Movement Technique".

His figure instantly blurred, then split into multiple phantoms.

These phantoms surrounded Nangong Yehua, like a group of loyal guards.

With a thought, Nangong Yehua noticed that these phantoms simultaneously rushed in one direction at an astonishing speed.

He knew that these phantoms could not only help him attack his opponents, but also would not disappear after being attacked.

Finally, Nangong Yehua took a deep breath, preparing to unleash his most powerful skill – "Farewell My God".

He knew that this skill was incredibly powerful, capable of directly invading the opponent's brain without being detected and permanently and thoroughly altering their will.

Asking for flowers

However, he also knew the skill's drawback—the cooldown time was too long, requiring more than a decade before it could be used again.

Nangong Yehua clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and focused all his attention on activating "Kotodama".

A dazzling light flashed in his Sharingan, and then the entire open space seemed to be enveloped by this power.

He felt his consciousness begin to blur, as if he had entered a mysterious space.

In this space, he saw countless images and memories, as if he could see into the essence of the world.

However, Nangong Yehua did not linger in this mysterious space for long.

He knew he had an even more important task to complete—capturing the seven-tailed beast. He took a deep breath and withdrew his consciousness from the state of "Kotoamatsukami".

He opened his eyes and found himself still standing in the middle of the open space.

He felt the power surging within him and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He knew that these Sharingan eyes would be invaluable in capturing the Seven-Tails. He turned and walked back to the base, his heart filled with anticipation and confidence.

Chapter 438 Setting Off to Hunt the Seven-Tailed Fox

After successfully casting "Farewell to Heaven," Nangong Yehua took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

He felt the power of the Sharingan within him gradually fading, like the receding tide, leaving behind only tranquility.

He gently touched the corner of his eye, feeling grateful to the Sharingan that had given him boundless power, while also understanding that although the power was strong, it needed to be used with caution.

After a short rest, Nangong Yehua learned from the latest intelligence from "237" that the seven-tailed beast had appeared in the Land of Rivers.

Without a moment's delay, he quickly packed his gear and prepared to set off.

He knew it was a difficult task, but he also understood that only by forging ahead could he live up to everyone's expectations.

Standing in front of the base, Nangong Yehua leaped lightly onto his sword.

This sword, named "Swift Wind," has been his companion for many years and his reliance for flying on a sword.

He stood on the sword, and with a gentle swing, the gust of wind transformed into a streak of light, piercing through the air.

Flying in the azure sky, Nangong Yehua felt unusually calm.

He looked down at the mountains and rivers below, but his mind was preoccupied with the challenges that lay ahead.

He knew that the Land of Rivers was a strategically important and mountainous region, and the seven tailed beasts hiding there must have their own plans.

But Nangong Yehua was not afraid. He believed in his own strength and the power of his team.

A gust of wind swept through the air, carrying Nangong Yehua through the clouds and over the mountain peaks.

He felt the speed of the wind, and he also felt the determination in his heart.

He knew that this journey would not only be a test of his body, but also a test of his will.

He took a deep breath, banished all distractions, and focused intently on the upcoming task.

As she flew with the wind, Nangong Yehua gradually approached the border of the Kingdom of Rivers.

He was filled with anticipation and nervousness, but he also understood that only by forging ahead could he find the seven-tailed beast and complete this mission.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly and headed towards the land of rivers.

Nangong Yehua rode the swift wind and finally arrived at the border of the River Kingdom.

He landed steadily on a wide-open space, surrounded by rolling mountains and lush forests.

He looked around, feeling the atmosphere of this unfamiliar land, and a surge of urge to explore welled up in his heart.

Nangong Yehua straightened his clothes and strode toward the nearest town.

The outline of the town gradually came into view, with ancient buildings scattered in a pleasing manner along both sides of the road.

The streets paved with bluestone slabs are clean and tidy, and the shops on both sides are full of various goods. The place is bustling with people and is very lively.

Nangong Yehua entered an inn. The inn was decorated in an elegant and unique style, with wooden tables and chairs arranged neatly.

Several landscape paintings hung on the wall, adding a touch of tranquility and elegance to the space. He walked to the counter, smiled, and asked the shopkeeper:

"Shopkeeper, could you please book me a room? I plan to stay here for a while."

The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man with a kind face. He responded warmly:

"Okay, sir. We have some superior rooms available. Would you like to see if that suits your needs?"

As he spoke, he picked up a bunch of keys and led Nangong Yehua to the room upstairs.

The room was spacious and bright, the bed was clean and tidy, and the window faced the street, offering a clear view of the outside.

Nangong Yehua nodded in satisfaction, put down her luggage, and sat on the edge of the bed to start thinking about the next step of her plan.

Chapter 439 Intelligence Specialist Nangong Yehua

He planned to inquire about the Seven-Tails in the town over a long period of time.

He knew that the Seven-Tailed Beast was a legend in this land, and that many people must know its whereabouts.

So he decided to start by talking to the inn's guests and nearby residents to learn about the latest developments of the Seven-Tails.

Nangong Yehua walked out of the room at 852 and arrived at the lobby of the inn at 1042.

He found a corner to sit down and began to observe the other guests around him.

He noticed that although the people here came from different places, they all seemed friendly and welcoming. He smiled and nodded to those around him, and began to chat with them.

"Have you heard? Recently, someone spotted traces of the Seven-Tailed Beast in the nearby mountains."

A burly man said mysteriously.

Nangong Yehua's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly stepped forward, feigning curiosity as she asked:

"Really? Where is the Seven-Tailed Beast now?"

The man shook his head and sighed:

"I've only heard about it; I don't know the exact location. However, quite a few people have been talking about it lately."

Nangong Yehua nodded, already having a plan in mind.

He knew that to find the seven-tailed beast, he had to patiently gather information and piece together the truth from various clues.

So he decided to stay there and continue his search.

Nangong Yehua knew that in unfamiliar towns, an overly conspicuous appearance could easily cause unnecessary trouble.

So he used his skill in disguise to slightly alter his handsome face, transforming himself into an ordinary-looking old man with a thick beard.

His eyes were still deep, but now they were covered by the marks of time, making him look ordinary and unremarkable.

After dressing up, Nangong Yehua took out an exquisite drawing board from her storage bag.

This was something he had prepared specifically, intending to use the same strategy he had employed in Konoha Village—to slowly infiltrate the town center as a painter.

Under the guise of painting, he secretly gathered information about the seven-tailed beasts.

He went to a corner by the roadside, put down his easel, and began to concentrate on painting.

His fingers danced lightly on the canvas, each stroke appearing so natural and fluid.

His painting gradually took shape, becoming a landscape painting depicting the scenery of a town. However, this was only the surface.

In fact, while painting, Nangong Yehua was also using his powerful perception to capture the conversations of the people around him.

His ears twitched slightly, as if trying to catch every subtle sound in the air.

Although his eyes were fixed on the canvas, he was constantly watching the actions and expressions of the people around him out of the corner of his eye.

His beard swayed gently in the breeze, adding to the realism of his disguise.

He always had a smile on his face, making people mistakenly believe that he was just a painter immersed in the world of art.

However, he remained unusually calm and vigilant.

As time went on, more and more passersby were drawn to Nangong Yehua's paintings.

They surrounded him, praising his painting skills and talking to him about art.

Taking the opportunity, Nangong Yehua chatted with them, seemingly casually inquiring about the rumors surrounding the town and the seven-tailed beast.

His words were full of humility and curiosity, making one want to share more with him.

He nodded, smiled, and showed surprise, as if listening to one fascinating story after another.

Chapter 440 Daqian's Returning Painter

During this process, Nangong Yehua not only collected a lot of information about the seven-tailed beasts, but also successfully integrated into the life of this town.

His paintings were loved and appreciated by the people, and his name spread throughout the town.

However, all of this was only part of his plan.

He knew that finding the seven-tailed beasts would require even more effort and wisdom.

After several days of careful observation and information gathering, Nangong Yehua had roughly grasped the pattern of the Seven-Tailed Beasts' appearances near towns in the Land of Rivers.

As evening falls, the afterglow of the setting sun spills into every corner of the town, draping the land in a golden cloak.

Nangong Yehua sat on a bench by the roadside, his gaze deep, as if he wanted to take in the last rays of the setting sun.

He gently put away his drawing board, each stroke and line seeming so precious, for it was a testament to his intelligence gathering.

On the canvas, the scenery of the town was delicately depicted, and every detail seemed to tell the story of Nangong Yehua's experiences over the past few days.

He stood up, carefully put the drawing board into his storage bag, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Back in her room at the inn, Nangong Yehua closed the doors and windows to ensure quiet and privacy.

He stood in front of the mirror and began to remove the disguise. With a slight ripple, the beard on his face gradually disappeared, and his skin regained its original luster and elasticity.

He gently stroked his cheek, as if trying to savor this long-lost sense of reality.

After the disguise was removed, Nangong Yehua regained his original handsome appearance.