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

Nangong Yehua took the manual and carefully flipped through it, a focused expression on her face.

Nangong Yehua took the manual, turned to the first page, and saw only the words "Use it more, use it more" written in large characters.

He frowned, a hint of mockery on his face, and looked up at Orochimaru, saying sarcastically:

"Orochimaru, what kind of ridiculous booklet did you give me? Just a few words, that's way too perfunctory."

Orochimaru, upon hearing this, was not angry. Instead, he laughed heartily, waved his hand, and said:

"Nangong Yehua, don't underestimate these words. Although the Divine Eye and the Sharingan are different..."

"But in essence, they are all eyes, and as eyes, they need to be adapted to and controlled through actual use."

"My intention in giving you this manual is that you will continue to use it, experience it, and explore its potential."

Upon hearing this, the mocking expression on Nangong Yehua's face gradually faded, replaced by a hint of doubt and curiosity.

he asked:

"You mean, like I adapted to the Sharingan back then, I should constantly use it, fight, and sense it?"

Orochimaru nodded and said affirmatively:

"That's right. Although the training methods for the Sharingan cannot be directly applied to the Divine Eye, the underlying principles are the same."

"Only through continuous use can you better understand the power of these eyes and better control them."

"Moreover, I believe in your talent and perseverance, and I'm sure you'll be able to adapt to these new eyes quickly."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua felt a warmth in her heart and a grateful smile appeared on her face.

He opened the manual again, looking intently at the large characters, as if he could see Orochimaru's expectations and trust in him.

He took a deep breath and said firmly:

“Okay, I understand. I will do as you say, keep using it, and adapt to it. I believe that with these divine eyes, I will be able to become stronger.”

Orochimaru, seeing this, also revealed a satisfied smile.

Nangong Yehua left the laboratory, walked through the narrow corridor, and exited the base through the main gate.

He stood in an open space, surrounded by a tranquil forest and distant mountains, a gentle breeze bringing a touch of coolness.

Asking for flowers

He took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air filled with the scent of grass and trees, his heart brimming with anticipation and excitement.

He closed his eyes, gently touching his eye sockets, feeling the presence of those new eyes.

"It's time to test the skills of these eyes."

Nangong Yehua silently recited the words in her heart, then slowly opened her eyes.

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His pupils shone with a unique light, a distinctive mark belonging to Urashiki Otsutsuki's "divine eye".

Nangong Yehua focused her mind and tried to activate the power of her "Divine Eye".

He felt a surge of energy in his eye sockets, as if it were about to break free and be released.

With a slight exertion, a pale blue light shot out from his eyes, instantly illuminating the surrounding open space.

Nangong Yehua was overjoyed, knowing that this was the first skill of "Divine Eye"—Light Shot.

He continued to draw upon his energy, attempting to unleash other skills.

Light danced at his fingertips, forming intricate patterns that then transformed into various attacks, such as beams of light and energy spheres, leaving deep marks on the open ground.

Chapter 468 Xiao Nan, you're thinking about it again? Your talk-no-jutsu is here!

Nangong Yehua, wielding the "Divine Eye" skill, was surrounded by a faint blue light that had not yet completely dissipated. He slowly withdrew from his stance, his eyes gleaming with confidence and satisfaction.

At that moment, the base gate opened gently, revealing a person dressed in a purple bodysuit and wearing an exquisite paper hair ornament.

A woman with delicate features and eyes that held both gentleness and resilience stepped out; it was Xiao Nan.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, dappling the ground around Xiao Nan and adding a touch of mystery and nobility to her purple attire.

Her steps were light, as if each step was on air, without leaving a trace of dust.

Upon seeing Nangong Yehua, Xiao Nan's lips unconsciously curled up, her eyes filled with admiration:

"Nangong Yehua, your strength is getting stronger and stronger, it's unfathomable."

Her voice was gentle and sincere, revealing her heartfelt joy at Nangong Yehua's progress.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua's lips curled into a playful smile. He deliberately slowed his tone and teased, "..."

"Oh? Really? So, Xiao Nan, do you also want to learn how to become as strong as me, or... do you want to learn from me how to love someone?"

As he spoke, he deliberately winked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Nan's cheeks instantly flushed red. She glared at Nangong Yehua reproachfully and said with a laugh:

"You're getting more and more indecent!"

As she spoke, she lightly stamped her foot and turned to leave, but the smile on her lips was impossible to hide.

Looking at Xiao Nan's slightly shy yet joyful back, Nan Gong Ye Hua felt a warm current surge in his heart.

He knew that this simple, everyday conversation was the best proof of the deep friendship between them.

Just as Xiao Nan's figure disappeared around the corner of the base, Nangong Yehua suddenly felt an unprecedentedly powerful aura approaching at an unprecedented speed.

The aura contained profound chakra and an undeniable majesty, causing him to shudder.

Without a moment's hesitation, Nangong Yehua flashed forward, rushing towards the direction of that aura like an arrow released from a bow.

After navigating several winding corridors, Nangong Yehua finally arrived at the entrance to the base.

A gray ninja robe and a straw hat stood there, his eyes sharp as an eagle's; it was none other than Jiraiya, one of the legendary "Three Legendary Sannin".

He was surrounded by intense chakra fluctuations, clearly on the verge of rage.

Nangong Yehua quickly steadied himself, met Jiraiya's gaze, and asked in a deep voice:

"Lord Jiraiya, what brings you here so suddenly? Is there anything urgent?"

Upon hearing this, Jiraiya's anger intensified. He took a sudden step forward, his voice low and powerful:

"Nangong Yehua, I've come here for my disciple—Namikaze Minato! I've heard he's recently had some dealings with you, and might even be here with you!"

"I demand that you return him to me immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua was slightly startled. He had not expected that Jiraiya would also come because of Minato Namikaze.

He quickly gathered his thoughts and explained:

"Lord Jiraiya, you misunderstand. Minato Namikaze did have contact with me, but that was because we shared common goals and beliefs."

“He was not imprisoned or restricted in my presence; instead, he chose his own path.”

"Same goals and beliefs?" Jiraiya sneered.

Chapter 469 Old man, just wait and see, hahaha

"I don't care what your motives are, but Minato is my disciple, and I have a responsibility to protect him from any harm! Tell me now, where is he!"

Nangong Yehua sensed Jiraiya's determination and anger, but he also knew that Minato Namikaze's fate was not something he could easily decide.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his tone calm:

"Lord Jiraiya, please believe me, Minato Namikaze is a person with his own will and decisions."

“I will not force him to stay, nor will I stop him from leaving. If he wishes, I will personally escort him back to see you at 14.”

"But now, I hope you can give me some time to confirm his wishes."

Jiraiya stared at Nangong Yehua for a while, seemingly assessing the truthfulness of his words.

Finally, he slowly nodded, but his tone remained stern:

"Fine, I'll give you that time. But if I find out you're lying to me, or if Minato is harmed in any way, I will not let you off the hook!"

After saying that, Jiraiya turned to leave, but before leaving, he couldn't help but look back and give Nangong Yehua a meaningful look, as if he were warning her, or as if he were expecting something in return.

Nangong Yehua stood there, watching Jiraiya's departing figure, thinking to herself:

"Old man, how could I possibly hand over Minato? Hahaha, just wait and see."

Jiraiya's footsteps faded into the distance, until they disappeared completely in the distance from the base.

Nangong Yehua stood there, silent for a moment, then a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

He knew he had to face the situation ahead, no matter how difficult it might be.

With a turn, Nangong Yehua's steps became firm and powerful. He quickly traversed the intricate corridors and finally arrived at a hidden area deep within the base—the dungeon.

It was dark and damp here, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of oppression and despair.

As Nangong Yehua pushed open the heavy iron door, a faint beam of light pierced the darkness and illuminated the interior of the dungeon.

His gaze swept quickly across every corner, finally settling on the four imprisoned figures.

Minato Namikaze, Gaara, Killer Bee, and Naruto Uzumaki—these four were once outstanding figures in their respective fields, but now they are all on the verge of death.

Minato Namikaze, the genius ninja known as the "Yellow Flash," was now as pale as a sheet, his eyes tightly closed, and even his breathing seemed unusually weak.

His body was covered in wounds, and his clothes were tattered, clearly indicating that he had endured inhuman torture.

Gaara, the Fifth Kazekage of Sunagakure, is now bound to a cold stone wall, his sand armor shattered and scattered on the ground, having lost his former majesty and power.

His eyes were empty and desperate, as if he had lost the will to live.

Killer Bee, the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki of Kumogakure in Chapter 267, should have possessed boundless power and vitality, but now he can only lie helplessly on the cold ground.

The Eight-Tails' chakra also seems to be suppressed by some kind of force, unable to be released freely.

Naruto Uzumaki, the boy who was always full of energy and optimism, also appeared unusually weak at this moment.

His body was covered in wounds, his golden hair was disheveled, and his eyes shone with an indomitable light, but that light seemed to be gradually dimming.

Seeing this scene, Nangong Yehua felt an indescribable sense of pride.

I don't know why Orochimaru is keeping these useless people around!

Chapter 470 Kisame Hoshigaki: Wang Defa, how come you know everything?

Nangong Yehua slowly left the dark and damp dungeon, each step feeling unusually heavy, as if she were carrying an invisible burden.

His feelings were complex, a mixture of helplessness at the prisoners' plight and deep contemplation about his own future actions.

As he stepped out of the base, the sunlight suddenly shone on his face, bringing a long-lost warmth, but also causing him to involuntarily squint.

He arrived at the open space by the door. All around was quiet, broken only by the occasional chirping of birds in the distance.

Nangong Yehua stopped and looked at the sword at her waist.

This sword has been with him for many years, witnessing countless battles and victories. Now the blade is slightly dull, as if telling the story of the vicissitudes of time.

He gently drew his sword from its sheath, the blade flashing through the air before landing steadily on the ground.

Then, he took a seemingly ordinary but heavy iron hammer from his waist; it was his everyday polishing tool.

Without any elaborate ceremony or exquisite whetstone, Nangong Yehua simply placed the sword on the ground and began his polishing work.

He gripped the hammer tightly with both hands, each swing appearing powerful and precise.

The hammer struck the sword blade, producing a crisp and long sound that echoed across the open space.

Sparks flew with each impact, like twinkling stars, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Nangong Yehua's movements were fluid and coherent, his eyes focused and firm, as if all his worries and distractions had been left behind at this moment.

Sweat slid down his forehead, dripped onto the ground, and was instantly absorbed by the dry earth.

But he was completely unaware, focusing intently on sharpening the sword in his hand, enjoying this simple and pure pleasure.

As time went by, the blade gradually regained its former luster, becoming even sharper and more dazzling.

Just as Nangong Yehua's hammer and sword blade intertwined, sparks flying, he was immersed in the rhythm of forging.

The base gate was pushed open again, and a figure quietly stepped out—it was Kisame Hoshigaki.

With steady steps and a look of curiosity and scrutiny in his eyes, he slowly walked toward Nangong Yehua, who was focused on polishing his work.

"Oh? Lord Nangong Yehua, your craftsmanship is truly extraordinary. I thought you were only skilled in ninjutsu, but I didn't expect you to be so proficient in forging as well."