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

As they flew, the surrounding scenery slowly unfolded like a scroll painting. Under the blue sky and white clouds, the mountains stretched endlessly, lush and green.

A gentle breeze wafted by, bringing with it fresh air and the fragrance of flowers and grass. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, bathing them in a golden glow.

Nangong Yehua flew very smoothly, trying her best to make Terumi Mei feel comfortable.

He looked down at Terumi Mei in his arms and saw that her eyes were closed and her face was filled with a satisfied and happy smile.

At that moment, he felt incredibly satisfied and happy, as if all his efforts and sacrifices had been worthwhile.

“Nangong Yehua…”

Mei Terumi suddenly spoke softly, breaking the surrounding silence.

"What's wrong?

Nangong Yehua looked down at her, his eyes full of concern.

"Thank you."

Mei Terumi's voice is soft and sincere.

"Thank you for always being there when I need you, thank you for your care and protection all this time."

Nangong Yehua smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling with gentle light.

"Fool, you've come with me, so of course I have to take responsibility for you."

As they spoke, the outline of the Akatsuki base gradually came into view ahead.

That secret base hidden among the mountains now seemed to be the end of their journey home.

Holding Terumi Mei in her arms, Nangong Yehua continued flying forward, her heart filled with anticipation and longing for the future.

He knew that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, as long as they joined hands, nothing was impossible.

Chapter 490 Awake? Is my bed soft?

Nangong Yehua carried Terumi Mei as if she were a soft cloud, traversing the azure sky above the Akatsuki base, and finally landed steadily on the base's plaza.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, bathing them in its warmth and sanctity on their journey home.

Without pausing for a moment, Nangong Yehua strode firmly through the well-arranged buildings within the base, heading towards Terumi Mei's residence.

Xiaojidi boasts a unique architectural style that blends modern technology with natural aesthetics. Each building resembles a giant rock that has grown naturally from the mountains, both sturdy and full of artistry.

Along the way, they passed through a meticulously manicured garden, where flowers of all colors were in full bloom.

It exudes a fragrant aroma, as if even nature is paving a path to happiness for this couple.

Although Nangong Yehua's steps were fast, each step was exceptionally steady, as if he were afraid of disturbing the beauty in his arms.

Finally, they arrived at Mei Terumi's room.

This is a relatively quiet residence located deep within the base. Several tall cherry blossom trees are planted outside the room, their petals dancing in the wind, adding a touch of gentleness to this tranquil space.

Gently pushing open the door, Nangong Yehua carefully placed Zhao Meiming on the soft bed.

The room is decorated simply yet warmly, with soft lighting in every corner, creating a homey feel.

Mei Terumi's long hair was scattered on the pillow, and her graceful figure was faintly visible under her loose clothing.

Her face appeared even more alluring under the light, her red lips slightly parted, as if she had a thousand words to say but hesitated to speak.

Nangong Yehua stood by the bed, his gaze involuntarily lingering on Terumi Mei for a moment, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

He knew that Mei Terumi's beauty was not just her appearance, but also her strength and kindness, and the courage and wisdom she displayed in countless battles.

However, at this moment, he had to admit that the beauty did indeed possess an irresistible charm that made him fall for her.

But then, Nangong Yehua put away these distracting thoughts and turned to look at Terumi Mei's tightly closed eyes, his heart filled with tenderness.

He gently covered Mei Terumi with the blanket to make sure she could rest comfortably.

Then, he turned and walked to the door, gently closing it, as if setting a boundary for this feeling in his heart.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, with only Mei Terumi's even breathing and the occasional sound of wind coming from outside the window remaining in the room.

After an unknown amount of time, when the door was gently pushed open again, Nangong Yehua had changed out of her battle attire and was dressed in casual clothes, making her appear more approachable.

He had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Upon entering the room, Nangong Yehua's gaze immediately fell upon Terumi Mei on the bed.

She had woken up sometime earlier and was covered with a blanket, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling with shyness and surprise.

Her injuries seemed to have healed, and she looked more energetic than ever, as if she had undergone a transformation (in terms of money).

"you're awake?"

Nangong Yehua asked softly, her tone full of tenderness.

Mei Terumi nodded slightly, her voice barely audible:

"Yes, thank you for always being by my side."

Nangong Yehua sat down by the bedside, gently stroking Zhao Meimei's forehead. Only after confirming she was alright did she smile with relief.

"Silly girl, do we need to thank each other? As long as you're alright, I'm relieved."

Chapter 491 The Uchiha Team's 3rd Resurrection 6th Fourth Feeding 6th 0th Life

Just as Nangong Yehua and Zhao Meiming were immersed in each other's tender gazes, enjoying this rare tranquility and sweetness, a sudden knock on the door broke the harmony inside.

Nangong Yehua frowned slightly, then regained her composure and replied softly:

"Enter."

The door slowly opened, and Afei's figure appeared in the doorway.

His gaze paused slightly when it fell upon Mei Terumi in the room, but he quickly regained his composure and put on his usual playful expression.

"Oh dear, it seems I've come at the wrong time, Lord Nangong."

Ah Fei's words carried a hint of teasing, yet also seemed to be a test.

Nangong Yehua smiled faintly, her gaze turning gently to Terumi Mei, indicating that she didn't need to be nervous.

"It's alright, we're all family, no need to avoid each other."

His words were firm yet warm, instantly dispelling most of the unease in Terumi Mei's heart.

Seeing this, Ah Fei stopped being polite and got straight to the point:

"Actually, it's nothing major. It's just the preparations for reviving Uchiha Madara, and they're almost done now."

"However, in the final stage, we need Lord Nangong to personally go and guard the area, just in case."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua's eyes narrowed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Okay, I understand. You go ahead first, I'll come over as soon as I've finished dealing with things here."

His tone conveyed an unquestionable decisiveness that compelled people to believe him.

Afei nodded, seemingly unsurprised by Nangong Yehua's answer.

"Then I shall take my leave, Lord Nangong. Miss Terumi Mei, please get some rest."

He bowed slightly to Mei Terumi, then quickly left the room, as if afraid of disturbing the couple.

With Afei gone, the atmosphere in the room returned to calm. Nangong Yehua turned to look at Terumi Mei, her eyes filled with tenderness and reluctance.

"You should rest for a while and get better. I have some errands to run and will be right back."

He spoke softly, his tone full of care and comfort.

Upon hearing this, Mei Terumi's eyes flashed with a hint of worry, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

"Yes, be careful. I've heard of Uchiha Madara. He's a man who stands shoulder to shoulder with the God of Shinobi, and his strength is unfathomable."

Her words contained both concern for Nangong Yehua and worry about what was about to happen.

Nangong Yehua gently held Terumi Mei's hand, giving her strength and confidence.

"Don't worry, it's a minor issue. I'll handle it. Don't fret."

His eyes were firm and confident, as if nothing could defeat him.

Then, Nangong Yehua stood up and began to tidy his clothes. His movements were swift and orderly, every detail revealing his demeanor and composure as a strong person.

Mei Terumi sat on the edge of the bed, quietly looking at him, her eyes full of tenderness and adoration.

"I will wait for you here, no matter how long it takes."

She spoke softly, as if making an eternal vow.

Nangong Yehua smiled slightly, turned around, and gave her a heartfelt hug.

"wait me back."

His voice was deep and powerful, full of anticipation and determination for the future.

Then, he released his embrace, turned, and walked towards the door. Before leaving, he looked back at Mei Terumi one last time, his eyes filled with reluctance and longing.

But he knew he had to fulfill his mission for their shared future.

As the door closed gently, Nangong Yehua's figure gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor. Terumi Mei remained seated on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the now-closed door.

Her heart was filled with complex emotions. She believed in him, believed he would return safely, and together they would embrace their future.

Chapter 492 The Core of the Resurrection Ritual

Nangong Yehua walked through the winding and secluded corridor, each step steady and powerful, until he finally arrived at the second basement level of the base.

This is the core area where the organization secretly conducts various experiments and plans, and a faint, barely perceptible scientific atmosphere permeates the air.

In the dim light, Afei and Orochimaru were already waiting there, their faces showing varying degrees of seriousness and anticipation.

Upon seeing Nangong Yehua's arrival, Afei went to greet him first, a playful smile on his lips, but his eyes revealed his seriousness about what was about to happen.

"Nangong, you've finally arrived."

Ah Fei's voice was slightly teasing, yet respectful.

"We have completed the final confirmation of the preparations for reviving Uchiha Madara."

Nangong Yehua nodded, her gaze turning directly to Orochimaru, the genius who explored forbidden territory in the name of science.

"Orochimaru, what are the chances of him being successfully resurrected?"

His voice was deep and powerful, conveying an unquestionable authority.

Orochimaru pushed up his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses gleaming with a complex light.

"Seventy percent."

He answered succinctly, his tone conveying both confidence in the technology and an assessment of the unknown risks.

"But please remember that even the most meticulous plans always have uncontrollable factors."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua smiled faintly, a smile that contained both a desire for success and an anticipation of the challenge.

"Seventy percent is enough."

He spoke softly, then his tone shifted, revealing an undeniable determination.

"Hurry up, I can't wait to meet this legendary ninja. His power will be the key to our ultimate goal."

As Nangong Yehua finished speaking, the entire second basement level seemed to tremble.

Tobi and Orochimaru exchanged a glance, reading the same message in each other's eyes—the plan to revive Uchiha Madara was about to enter its most crucial stage.

Nangong Yehua, as the driving force and witness of all this, is standing at a turning point in history, preparing to welcome the moment that may change the landscape of the ninja world.

Orochimaru slowly turned around and pointed to a seemingly ordinary stone slab in the center of the room, which was the core of the resurrection ritual—the location of the array eye.

Asking for flowers

"Lord Nangong, please step into the center of this formation."

His voice was deep and solemn, each word seemingly carrying the weight of a thousand pounds.

Without hesitation, Nangong Yehua strode towards the stone slab and stood steadily on it.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, exuding an indescribable sense of majesty and confidence, as if he were ready to face whatever was to come.

Seeing this, Orochimaru and Orochimaru quickly moved to the vicinity of the array's core. The two stood in their respective positions, and their eyes met, conveying a tacit understanding without needing to say a word.

As a deep chanting sound rang out, Orochimaru rapidly formed hand seals, each one precise and accurate, as if weaving an ancient and mysterious incantation.