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

A thick energy fluctuation permeated the air, as if even the heavens and earth were trembling for this battle.

Susanoo's defensive power is astonishing; even Sun Wukong's attack, which is powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, can only leave shallow marks on its surface.

Meanwhile, Nangong Yehua used the enormous body and power of Susanoo to launch a series of fierce attacks on Sun Wukong.

He moved with agility, darting across the battlefield like a ghost, each attack precise and deadly.

However, Sun Wukong was no ordinary person. Relying on the immense power of his Dharma Body and his boundless combat experience, he repeatedly thwarted Nangong Yehua's attacks.

His giant silver needle pillar danced in the air like a silver dragon, sometimes spiraling upwards and sometimes swooping down, forcing Nangong Yehua to remain constantly vigilant.

The battle lasted for a long time, with neither side showing any intention of backing down.

The contest between Nangong Yehua and Sun Wukong is no longer just a clash of strength and skill, but also a battle of will and belief.

They are all proving their existence and value in their own ways, and they are all fighting to protect the beliefs in their hearts.

As time went by, the battle gradually entered a fierce stage.

Both Nangong Yehua and Sun Wukong were exhausted, but they persisted and refused to give up.

Their eyes revealed the same unwavering determination, as if each was telling the other: I will not lose this battle!

Chapter 486 Sun Wukong's Defeat!

As the battle intensified, the duel between Nangong Yehua and Sun Wukong reached an unprecedented climax.

Dark clouds filled the sky, and lightning flashed, as if even the forces of nature were adding a chilling atmosphere to this epic battle.

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with unprecedented determination and resolve. He knew that if he wanted to end this conflict completely, he had to show his strongest side.

Nangong Yehua formed hand seals and chanted ancient incantations. A faint green glow surrounded him, a sign that his spiritual power had perfectly merged with Susanoo.

As the incantation was completed, Susanoo's form suddenly swelled.

Its enormous body almost blocked out half the sky, and its green armor gleamed with a cold and majestic light in the sunlight, as if an invincible war god had descended upon the world.

At the same time, Sun Wukong's Dharma Body also reached its peak, with golden hair standing on end like burning flames, and his huge body exuding a terrifying pressure.

However, faced with Susanoo's almost unshakeable defense and power, Goku's attacks began to seem powerless.

Each impact could only create weak ripples, hardly causing any real damage to Susanoo.

Seeing this, Nangong Yehua smiled faintly. He did not rush to attack, but instead skillfully used the massive body of Susanoo.

It tightly suppressed Sun Wukong's Dharma body and spirit below.

Susanoo's arms transformed into two enormous green barriers, like two insurmountable mountains, compressing Sun Wukong's activity space to the extreme.

Sun Wukong struggled fiercely, but found that the harder he tried, the stronger the suppression became, as if he were being firmly bound by an invisible force.

Just then, Nangong Yehua seized the opportunity and flashed, instantly appearing above Sun Wukong's head.

The long sword in his hand gathered all his strength and spiritual power, transforming into a dazzling green light that pierced the sky and aimed directly at Sun Wukong's vitals.

This strike (bede) embodied all of Nangong Yehua's wisdom and courage; it was his final judgment in this battle.

"Slash!" Nangong Yehua shouted, and his long sword fell, colliding with Sun Wukong's Dharma Body Heaven and Earth, producing a deafening roar.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and only the dazzling blade light and Sun Wukong's golden figure remained in the world.

Then, everything returned to calm, and dust rose up, obscuring everyone's view.

As the dust gradually settled, everyone was surprised to find that Sun Wukong's Dharma body had disappeared without a trace, replaced by his original, somewhat disheveled figure.

Sun Wukong lay on the ground, his golden fur covered in dust, and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had suffered a serious injury.

He struggled to stand up, but the excruciating pain in his body and the depletion of his spiritual energy forced him to abandon the idea.

Nangong Yehua slowly sheathed his sword, looking at Sun Wukong with a complex expression. He showed no pride or arrogance, but rather a strange sense of mutual respect and camaraderie.

He knew that although Sun Wukong was defeated, his indomitable will and powerful strength still inspired awe.

"Sun Wukong, although you were defeated, your courage and strength deserve my respect."

Nangong Yehua's voice echoed across the empty battlefield, carrying a hint of barely perceptible tenderness.

"So, how about you reconsider submitting to me now?"

Chapter 487 The Four-Tailed Goku is Subdued

At that moment, Sun Wukong seemed to have let go of all his defenses and stubbornness. He slowly closed his eyes, letting himself immerse himself in an unprecedented peace.

This calmness is both a graceful acceptance of failure and a profound beginning of self-reflection.

Though the golden eyes were closed, the indomitable light seemed to still flicker deep within, awaiting the next awakening.

Upon seeing this, a gentle light flashed in Nangong Yehua's eyes. He slowly stepped forward and, without the slightest hesitation, extended his right hand and gently placed it on the top of Sun Wukong's head.

At this moment, the two were closer than ever before, as if they could feel the resonance of each other's heartbeats.

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath, and his spiritual power began to surge and gather in his palm, forming a dazzling light.

The light was warm and gentle, carrying the power of healing and purification. It slowly seeped into Sun Wukong's body, repairing his meridians and spiritual energy damaged by the battle.

As spiritual energy continued to flow in, the dust around Sun Wukong gradually dissipated, his golden fur regained its luster, and a vibrant aura emanated from his body.

Nangong Yehua's palm seemed to become a gateway connecting two worlds. With the help of this powerful spiritual energy, he slowly absorbed Sun Wukong into his body.

This is not a form of devouring or imprisonment, but rather a deeper level of communication and integration.

Inside Nangong Yehua's body, Sun Wukong felt an unprecedented tranquility and peace, as if he were in a boundless void, where all his troubles and conflicts dissipated.

As Sun Wukong was completely absorbed into his body, Nangong Yehua's face paled slightly, clearly indicating that this was a considerable burden for him.

After Nangong Yehua completed the feat of absorbing Sun Wukong into his body, he took a deep breath and felt the fluctuations of spiritual energy within his body gradually subside. Then, he slowly sat cross-legged on the spot.

The surrounding battle atmosphere seemed to have receded from him at this moment, leaving only his dialogue with his own spiritual power.

He closed his eyes, gently formed hand seals, and began to adjust and circulate his unique technique in order to quickly recover from the injuries and depleted spiritual energy caused by the intense battle.

Nangong Yehua's breathing gradually became long and deep, with each breath accompanied by the flow and strengthening of spiritual energy within his body.

A faint green fluorescence seemed to permeate the surrounding air.

Asking for flowers

That was a sign of his spiritual energy overflowing, indicating how vast and complex his recovery process was.

Just then, a soft, slightly shy footstep quietly approached.

Although Nangong Yehua did not open his eyes, his keen senses made him realize that someone had come to his side.

He felt a slight stirring in his heart, but did not interrupt his cultivation. Instead, he focused even more intently on his recovery.

The newcomer was none other than Terumi Mei. She had quietly arrived beside Nangong Yehua at some point, standing silently and gazing at him with a tender yet complex expression.

Her face flushed slightly, a mixture of admiration for Nangong Yehua's strength and emotion for his focus and perseverance at that moment.

She had never seen Nangong Yehua so earnest and hardworking. This focus and determination stirred up an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Terumi Mei didn't make a sound to disturb him, but just stood there quietly, as if afraid that even her breathing would disturb Nangong Yehua's cultivation.

Her eyes were filled with concern and expectation. She hoped that Nangong Yehua could recover as soon as possible, and she also felt lucky and happy to be able to witness this moment.

Chapter 488 How did you fall asleep on my lap?

Time passed quietly, and in this peaceful and serene atmosphere, after an unknown amount of time, Nangong Yehua slowly opened his deep eyes.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting dappled patterns on him, adding a touch of gentleness and peace to his appearance.

His gaze first fell on his own legs, where Mei Terumi was standing with an air of utter trust.

They nestled together gently, as if the whole world had quieted down, leaving only the two of them.

A warm feeling welled up in Nangong Yehua's heart. He gently reached out his palm, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility, and his fingertips lightly touched Terumi Mei's cheek.

Her skin was like the petals of early spring, delicate and soft, with a faint warmth.

With this gentle gesture, Mei Terumi's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if brushed by a morning breeze, and she gradually opened her eyes.

"Nangong Yehua...you're awake."

Her voice carried a hint of languor and surprise, and her eyes sparkled with concern for Nangong Yehua's health.

Nangong Yehua smiled slightly, a warm and bright smile that was enough to dispel all gloom.

"Yes, I'm awake. How are you feeling?"

His words were full of concern for Mei, and his gaze fell gently on her, as if he could see into every corner of her heart.

"How's the recovery going?"

Mei Terumi sat up straight, unconsciously smoothing her slightly disheveled hair with her hands, her eyes revealing her deep concern for Nangong Yehua's health.

"It's a minor issue. Don't you know my constitution?"

Nangong Yehua patted his chest gently, a confident smile on his face, but behind that smile lay a touch of consideration and comfort for his friend.

He knew that Mei Terumi's worries were not unfounded, but he didn't want her to worry too much.

"And what about you? How's your injury?"

Nangong Yehua, in turn, inquired about Terumi Mei with concern. In his heart, Terumi Mei's safety was just as important as her health.

Upon hearing this, Mei Terumi's cheeks flushed slightly. She lowered her head and spoke in a barely audible voice:

“While you were recovering, I was also cultivating beside you, and now you are almost fully recovered.”

Her tone carried a hint of shyness, yet it also revealed a silent gratitude and dependence on Nangong Yehua.

Upon seeing this, Nangong Yehua felt an indescribable tenderness welling up in his heart. He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair that had fallen beside Terumi Mei's cheek behind her ear, a natural and intimate gesture.

"You're so beautiful." His words were simple and straightforward, yet they were full of deep appreciation and affection for Mei.

Mei Terumi's cheeks instantly turned as red as ripe apples. She lowered her head, her hands tightly twisting the hem of her clothes, her heart pounding like a drum.

Such praise was both unexpected and a pleasant surprise to her. She had never imagined that she would be so wonderful in Nangong Yehua's eyes.

Everything around them seemed to stand still, leaving only the subtle and sweet atmosphere between the two of them flowing slowly.

At this moment, they seemed to be in a world that belonged only to them, where all their troubles and disputes were kept at bay.

At this moment, their feelings for each other were sublimated to their purest form; without words, they could feel each other's hearts.

Nangong Yehua's eyes were filled with tenderness and doting, while Terumi Mei lowered her head shyly, her heart pounding like a deer, unable to calm down.

Upon seeing this, Nangong Yehua's heart tightened, and he immediately stood up.

Chapter 489 Come on, I'll take you to my house.

His movements were swift and powerful. His gaze was fixed on Mei Terumi, as if afraid that she might suffer any mishap.

At the same time, Mei Terumi also tried to stand up, but her body seemed to be still a little weak. She swayed as soon as she stood up, as if she would fall down at any moment.

With lightning speed, Nangong Yehua stepped forward, swiftly spreading his arms to firmly embrace Terumi Mei.

His movements were gentle yet firm, as if he were guarding a priceless treasure.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet, how can you push yourself like this?"

His tone carried a hint of reproach, but more than anything, it was filled with heartache and concern.

Terumi Mei was taken aback by his sudden embrace. She looked up at Nangong Yehua, a hint of panic and shyness flashing in her eyes.

"I... I just wanted to reassure you."

Her voice was barely audible, yet it was filled with apology and tenderness. She knew she was doing this to avoid distracting Nangong Yehua, but she hadn't expected it to make him even more worried.

Nangong Yehua sighed softly, her eyes filled with helplessness and doting affection.

"How can I not worry when you're like this?"

His words carried a hint of reproach, but more so of tenderness for Mei.

He looked down at Mei Terumi in his arms. A faint smile graced her slightly pale face, which warmed his heart.

"Come on, I'll take you back to heal your wounds first."

As Nangong Yehua spoke, he prepared to pick up Terumi Mei. Terumi Mei tried to refuse, but Nangong Yehua had already firmly lifted her up without giving her a chance to say anything.

Her cheeks flushed again, and she lowered her head shyly, her hands unconsciously wrapping around Nangong Yehua's neck.

Holding Terumi Mei in his arms, Nangong Yehua stretched out his body and soared into the air, flying towards the Akatsuki base.

His movements were light and swift, as if he were walking in the air.

Feeling Nangong Yehua's strong chest and warm embrace, Terumi Mei, nestled in his arms, was filled with an unprecedented sense of peace and happiness.