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

Kisame Hoshigaki's voice was deep and magnetic, revealing his surprise and admiration for Nangong Yehua's abilities.

Nangong Yehua smiled slightly, stopped what she was doing, looked up at Kisame Hoshigaki, and a hint of smugness flashed in her eyes.

"In this world, it's always good to have more skills. After all, knowing a little bit of everything can come in handy at crucial moments."

His words were relaxed and confident, revealing a calm and unhurried demeanor.

"In that case, Lord Nangong Yehua, could you also do me a favor?"

Kisame's tone carried a hint of pleading as he (Liao Zhao) slowly drew his treasured sword from behind his back. It was a sharp weapon with a chilling gleam and a murderous aura, clearly meticulously crafted.

"My knife, though incredibly sharp, feels it could be improved. I wonder if you, sir, could sharpen it even further in your spare time?"

Nangong Yehua's gaze lingered on Kisame Hoshigaki's treasured sword for a moment before he nodded.

"Of course, but you'll have to wait a bit..."

Chapter 471 Nothing special is required, just sharpness is fine.

He deliberately drawled out his words, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"As you can see, I'm currently busy sharpening my own sword. How about I finish this first, and then help you with this precious blade?"

Upon hearing this, Kisame Hoshigaki smiled slightly, seemingly unconcerned about waiting a moment.

"Of course, no problem. Lord Nangong Yehua's matter is naturally the most important. I'll wait here for a moment and see how you turn the impossible into the possible."

His words were full of trust and expectation for Nangong Yehua's abilities, while also offering a few words of flattery.

The two stood facing each other in the open space, one continuing to focus on the sword in his hand, while the other patiently waited for his precious blade to shine with new brilliance.

The world around them seemed to stand still at that moment, with only the sound of hammers clashing against swords and the subtle and complex atmosphere between the two slowly flowing.

With the final swing of Nangong Yehua's arm, the hammer landed steadily on the sword blade, producing a crisp and long echo.

In that instant, it was as if some kind of power was fully awakened, and the sword suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light.

It was dazzling and imposing, its sword intent sharp and fierce, seemingly capable of cleaving the air and piercing the heart. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and even the distant birdsong ceased abruptly.

Upon seeing this, Kisame Hoshigaki's eyes flashed with a mixture of shock and envy.

"This is amazing! Lord Nangong Yehua, your forging skills are simply divine. This sword seems to have been given life in your hands."

His words were filled with heartfelt admiration, clearly deeply moved by the scene before him.

Nangong Yehua smiled gently, put away the iron hammer, and slowly sheathed the sword. The light gradually faded, and everything returned to calm.

"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile."

He spoke calmly, yet his tone revealed an indescribable confidence and composure.

In his view, true power lies not in showing off or being ostentatious, but in delivering a fatal blow at a crucial moment.

Then, Nangong Yehua's gaze turned to the treasured sword in Kisame Hoshigaki's hand.

He took the precious sword and examined it closely. The blade was long and slender, with smooth lines and a gleaming cold light, exuding a chilling and sharp aura. He gently stroked each line on the blade, feeling its charm and the stories it told.

"Kisame Hoshigaki, do you have any particular thoughts about this sword?"

Nangong Yehua looked up at Kisame Hoshigaki, her eyes filled with inquiry and expectation.

He knew that every weapon had its own unique soul and mission, and that the user's thoughts often determined its final form and power.

Kisame Hoshigaki paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"I don't have any particular ideas, I just hope it will be sharper when I kill people, so that I can complete the mission faster."

His tone was calm yet resolute, revealing the coldness and decisiveness of a killer.

For him, this knife was more than just a weapon; it was his most reliable partner when carrying out missions.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua nodded slightly, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Understood.

"He said in a low voice, then said no more and picked up the hammer again.

This time, his movements were more focused and powerful, each swing seeming as if he were having some kind of mysterious conversation with the precious sword.

As the hammer continued to fall, the precious sword began to glow faintly, as if some kind of power was being gradually awakened.

Chapter 472 The Four-Tailed Monkey King's Water Curtain Cave

Nangong Yehua's eyes were filled with focus and seriousness.

He seemed to be able to sense every subtle change inside the precious sword and guide it to its most perfect state with his own hands.

Time seemed to slow down and stretch out at this moment, and everything around seemed so unreal.

Only Nangong Yehua and Kisame Hoshigaki, along with their weapons, became the sole focus of this world.

As the final hammer fell, the treasured sword suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light, which then quickly receded, leaving only an even sharper and colder blade shadow.

Kisame Hoshigaki took the newly polished sword, a hint of satisfaction and excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Thank you, Lord Nangong Yehua! This sword is now even more perfect!"

His words were filled with gratitude and anticipation, as if he couldn't wait to use the knife to carry out the next mission.

As Kisame Hoshigaki's figure gradually disappeared from sight, Nangong Yehua slowly stood up, surrounded by an indescribable composure and confidence.

He gently patted the dust off his clothes, his gaze naturally falling on the newly forged sword beside him.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the sword, like flowing mercury—both cold and mysterious.

Nangong Yehua slowly raised his hand, grasped the sword hilt, and with a gentle flick of his wrist, the sword tip drew a graceful arc, pointing straight to the sky.

He took a deep breath, and a power seemed to surge within him. With his will, this power gathered at the tip of the sword, and suddenly, he swung the sword into the air several times.

The sword light, like a dragon, cleaved through the sky, bringing with it gusts of wind, and the air seemed to be filled with the chilling and sharpness of the sword energy.

With each swing of his sword, Nangong Yehua's expression grew increasingly solemn and focused, his eyes flashing with a thirst for power and awe.

Wherever the sword tip passed, it seemed as if space itself was torn apart, leaving behind cracks that were difficult to detect with the naked eye.

As the final sword strike landed, Nangong Yehua sheathed his sword with fluid and natural movements, as if it were all part of his body's instincts.

He thought to himself with satisfaction:

"Now we have another fighting force."

Although these words were spoken lightly, they contained his recognition of and expectations for Kisame Hoshigaki's abilities.

Asking for flowers

He knew that a good weapon could greatly enhance the user's strength, and the sword he had carefully forged would undoubtedly make Kisame Hoshigaki even more adept in battle.

Then, Nangong Yehua's gaze became deep, and he turned and walked towards the stone table next to him.

There lay several stone slabs carved with strange symbols, recording the information he had collected about the tailed beasts. He examined each slab one by one, silently counting in his mind:

"One tail, two tails, three tails, six tails, seven tails, eight tails, nine tails..."

With each name he uttered, his gaze grew even more resolute.

"Four tails, five tails, two tails left."

Nangong Yehua silently recited the words in his heart, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

That smile contained both anticipation for achieving the goal and composure in the face of unknown challenges.

He knew that collecting the tailed beasts was no easy task, and every step was fraught with danger and uncertainty, but he never considered backing down.

"Let's go hunt the Four-Tails next."

Nangong Yehua thought to himself, his eyes becoming even more determined and profound, as if he could already see that vast expanse of power in the future.

Chapter 473 Yunmu Town, the Land of Water

Nangong Yehua stood up, his gaze fixed firmly on the distance, the direction of the Water Kingdom, and his destination—the legendary Water Curtain Cave.

The rumors about the four-tailed Goku hiding here had long taken root in his heart and become his unwavering goal.

He leaped lightly onto the newly forged sword. The blade trembled slightly before settling down, as if in sync with Nangong Yehua's thoughts.

With a thought, "267" took flight, his sword flashing, soaring into the sky and flying under the blue sky.

The wind whistled past his ears, carrying a slight chill, but it could not dispel the passion in Nangong Yehua's heart.

He closed his eyes, feeling the speed of the wind and the harmonious resonance with the sword, his face radiating an indescribable sense of joy and freedom.

His expression was focused and calm, as if the whole world consisted only of him and the sword, soaring in the endless sky.

"The Land of Water, the Water Curtain Cave, the Four-Tailed Son Goku... all of this will be exciting chapters in my journey."

Nangong Yehua silently recited to himself, his heart filled with both anticipation for the unknown challenges and reverence for the ancient legends.

He knew there might be difficulties and obstacles on this road, but he was prepared to face them head-on.

As the distance closed, Nangong Yehua could vaguely see the vast expanse of water ahead, shimmering like a giant mirror, reflecting the changing sky.

That is the Land of Water, a country that reveres water and is full of mystery and beauty.

He adjusted his breathing, quickened his pace, and his sword flashed like lightning, slicing through the sky and heading straight for the Water Kingdom.

In his mind, he had already sketched out a series of imagined scenes about the Water Curtain Cave:

The waterfall cascades like a curtain, its mist billowing, and the four-tailed Son Goku appears and disappears within it, awaiting his arrival...

After flying on his sword for a long time, Nangong Yehua finally crossed the clouds and arrived at the border of the Water Kingdom, where the waters rippled.

He slowed down, his eyes searching for a suitable landing spot among the lush forests and winding rivers below.

Finally, his gaze settled on a peaceful and tranquil town not far away—Yunmu Town.

Nestled against the mountains and beside the water, Yunmu Town boasts simple and elegant architecture. Along the cobblestone streets, wooden houses are scattered in a pleasing pattern, their roofs covered with blue tiles, creating a tranquil and cozy atmosphere.

Wisps of smoke rise from the chimneys, mingling with the distant mountain mists to create a harmonious pastoral scene.

With a gentle flick of his sleeve, Nangong Yehua concealed the sword's light and landed steadily in a dense forest on the edge of the town.

He looked around to make sure no one was watching, then took out a small disguise pill from his pocket, gently crushed it, and a faint fragrance wafted out.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, circulating his chakra and guiding the disguise technique throughout his body.

A moment later, when he opened his eyes again, his reflection in the mirror had subtly changed—his once stern face had become ordinary and unremarkable.

He also changed his clothes to those of a local, as if he were a native of Yunmu Town.

Nangong Yehua smiled faintly. He was always adept at this art of disguise.

4 He knew that as a wanted person in the entire ninja world, he had to be careful with every step to avoid exposing his whereabouts and causing unnecessary trouble.

But this does not mean that he is not strong enough. On the contrary, it is his strong strength and cautious personality that have enabled him to turn danger into safety time and time again in the treacherous ninja world.

After completing his disguise, Nangong Yehua slowly walked out of the dense forest and stepped into Yunmu Town.

Chapter 474 The Back Mountain of the Water Curtain Cave

The moment Nangong Yehua stepped into Yunmu Town, it was as if he had stepped into a delicate ink painting.

The town is small, but it has its own unique charm, with every brick and tile exuding simplicity and tranquility.

Along the streets, wooden houses are arranged in a staggered pattern, with lanterns hanging under the eaves, swaying gently in the breeze and emitting a soft and warm glow.

Most of these houses are covered with blue tiles, and the walls are mottled wood. Time has left its mark on them, but it has also given them a unique charm.

The doors and windows were half-closed, and occasionally one could glimpse figures busy or resting inside, creating a warm and harmonious scene.

On the street, pedestrians come and go in an endless stream, but their pace is unhurried, as if time has slowed down here.

The elderly people either sat on the doorstep basking in the sun or chatted in small groups, their faces beaming with contentment and peace.

Children chased and played in the alleys, their laughter echoing in the air, adding a touch of life and energy to this quiet town.

In the distance, the sound of flowing water can still be faintly heard. It is the little river by the town flowing merrily, its babbling water blending with the hustle and bustle of the town to create a melodious pastoral symphony.

Occasionally, the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking drift from some corner, adding to the charm of the countryside.

As Nangong Yehua walked down these streets, a strange sense of peace welled up in her heart.

He slowed his pace, carefully observing everything around him, as if he wanted to forever etch this tranquility and beauty into his heart.

His arrival didn't attract much attention, after all, outsiders were not uncommon in this small town.

Nangong Yehua walked slowly along the streets of Yunmu Town, her eyes filled with a sense of inquiry.

He noticed several simply dressed, kind-looking passersby talking on the street and decided to go up and ask them.