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

He said.

Remember today's words and lessons. The road ahead is long; may you go further and more steadily.

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving behind a deep and determined silhouette that gradually disappeared from Chojuro's sight.

Nangong Yehua's figure gradually disappeared from the sight of the crowd, leaving behind a chorus of discussion and admiring glances.

Amidst the commotion, a subtle change occurred around Chojuro. A faint rustling sound of clothing followed.

Several figures gathered silently around him like ghosts; they were all members of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.

They were dressed in different dark ninja outfits, with half-face masks covering their faces, revealing only their cold eyes and tightly pursed lips.

Under the moonlight, their figures appeared exceptionally tall and mysterious, like shadow messengers emerging from the night.

The leader, wielding a uniquely shaped longsword with a faint blue glow, was none other than the leader of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.

His gaze was deep, as if he could see into people's hearts, and a faint smile played on his lips, as if he knew everything that had just happened.

The other six stood separately, some holding long swords, others carrying strange ninja tools.

Their expressions varied, some solemn, some curious, but all revealed their concern and expectations for Chojuro.

"Chōjūrō, are you alright?"

The leader spoke first, his voice deep and powerful, conveying an unquestionable authority.

Chojuro was slightly taken aback, then turned around to face his unexpected companions. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by gratitude.

"I'm fine, thank you all for your concern."

He answered in a low voice, his voice trembling slightly, a result of deep reflection and lingering fear of what had just happened.

The other members also gathered around, some patting him on the shoulder to encourage him, while others whispered inquiries about the battle that had just taken place.

Although their movements were gentle, every detail revealed a deep brotherhood and tacit understanding between comrades.

Chapter 570 Sneak Attack with Shuriken

Nangong Yehua continued his aimless stroll through the bustling streets, the afternoon sun filtering through the sparse clouds.

The raindrops fell on his calm and composed face, adding a warm golden edge to the tranquility.

However, this tranquility did not last long. A strange restlessness crept into his heart, making him feel that everything around him had become dull and tasteless.

So he sighed softly, deciding to end this tedious stroll and return to the Mizukage's residence to spend a peaceful afternoon with Mei Terumi.

Just as he turned to leave, a barely perceptible whooshing sound suddenly rang out, breaking the surrounding tranquility.

Nangong Yehua's eyes sharpened instantly, as if they could see through all illusions. A cold light flashed through the air like lightning.

It came straight for his face—it was a small but sharp shuriken, moving at an astonishing speed.

However, for Nangong Yehua, such an attack was nothing more than a trivial trick.

He showed no sign of panic; instead, a faint smile appeared on his lips, a smile that reflected both contempt for his opponent's strength and confidence in his own.

He moved slightly, as if becoming one with the air, and a cold light flashed in his deep eyes.

Just as the shuriken was about to touch his face, an invisible force suddenly surged from his body, sweeping around like a storm.

The power was so strong that it distorted the surrounding space, and even the air itself emitted a slight hissing sound.

The shuriken in the air suddenly stopped, as if it had encountered an irresistible resistance.

Crushed mercilessly by this force, it instantly shattered into countless tiny fragments, scattering across the ground.

Nangong Yehua's eyes remained cold and stern. He slowly turned around, his gaze sharp as he scanned his surroundings.

The pedestrians around seemed oblivious to the dangerous scene that had just unfolded, continuing with their own busy lives, with only occasional conversations and vendors' calls escalating.

It added a touch of life to the street. But he already had the answer in his heart, and his gaze was fixed on the entrance of a small alley not far away.

There, a dark figure peeked out, its eyes filled with shock and resentment.

Clearly, the shuriken from earlier was his doing. However, when his gaze met Nangong Yehua's eyes, which seemed to see right through people...

A strong sense of fear surged into his heart instantly, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

Knowing he was no match for Nangong Yehua, the shadowy figure dared not hesitate and immediately turned around like a frightened mouse.

They darted swiftly into the depths of the alley and disappeared into the darkness.

Nangong Yehua did not immediately give chase, but stood still, staring at the direction where the dark figure disappeared, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

The surrounding scenery gradually became clear in Nangong Yehua's eyes (Okay, Zhao). The buildings on both sides of the street were arranged in a pleasing and orderly manner.

Simple yet elegant, every blue brick and black tile seems to tell a story of history. Sunlight filters through the leaves.

The dappled light and shadows cast by the street add a touch of mystery and tranquility to this ancient street.

However, Nangong Yehua had no heart to appreciate the beautiful scenery at this moment; his heart was filled with doubt and vigilance.

He knew all too well that in this ninja world, there were no attacks without a cause.

Chapter 571 I came here specifically to invite you to come out of seclusion

The appearance of this dark figure must have some unknown purpose.

The moment Nangong Yehua decided to venture into the lion's den, a calm smile appeared on his lips, a smile that contained composure in the face of unknown challenges.

It also revealed a hint of absolute confidence in his own abilities. He did not hesitate at all.

He turned and took firm steps, following the direction in which the man in black had disappeared, and stepped into the narrow and dark alley.

Inside the alley, the light was almost completely blocked by the towering walls, with only a few faint rays of light barely seeping in through the gaps.

This added a touch of mystery and unease to the deep space. A damp, musty smell permeated the air.

27 The stone path underfoot was uneven due to years of rain erosion, and each step was accompanied by a slight sound, which was particularly clear in this quiet environment.

Nangong Yehua's steps were light and steady, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, able to clearly capture every subtle change in his surroundings even in such an environment.

He walked slowly until he reached a relatively spacious place, then stopped and said in a deep voice:

"Come out, stop hiding."

The voice echoed through the alley, carrying an undeniable authority. A moment later, three figures slowly emerged from the shadows, dressed in black bodysuits.

They wore a specially made mask, revealing only their two eyes, which gleamed eerily in the darkness.

As they approached, Nangong Yehua immediately recognized the headbands they wore—a symbol belonging to a ninja village that had already defected.

"As expected of Nangong Yehua, he has such courage to chase us here all by himself."

The leader of the rogue ninjas gave a cold laugh, his voice revealing a complex mix of admiration and mockery.

The two rogue ninjas behind him followed closely behind, each holding a weapon and scanning their surroundings warily, clearly not daring to underestimate Nangong Yehua's strength in the slightest.

Nangong Yehua remained calm, his gaze sharp. He glanced at the three men, already having roughly assessed their strength and intentions. He spoke softly:

"You went to such lengths to lure me here, so tell me, what is it you want?"

Upon hearing this, the leader of the rogue ninjas smiled knowingly and took a few steps forward, maintaining a relatively safe distance from Nangong Yehua.

He lowered his voice and spoke in a volume that only the two of them could hear:

“Nangong Yehua, we have no ill intentions towards you. We are just asking you to do something for us on someone’s behalf.”

"Oh? You were asked to do this?"

Nangong Yehua raised an eyebrow, becoming secretly wary.

He knew all too well that in this ninja world, there were no requests without a reason, especially requests from rogue ninjas, which were more likely to be the beginning of a trap or conspiracy.

"Yes, a task that is not difficult for you."

The rogue ninja continued.

"We know that you, Nangong Yehua, are exceptionally strong and possess both wisdom and courage, so we have come specifically to invite you to come out of seclusion."

"If you agree, the reward will be generous enough to allow you and your companions to live a carefree life."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua's lips curled into a cold smile. He knew all too well that in this ninja world, any seemingly tempting offer might conceal enormous risks and costs.

He did not answer immediately, but stared intently at the rogue ninja with his deep eyes, trying to catch a clue or the truth in his gaze.

Chapter 572 What?! Who gave you the guts?

"Tell me, what exactly is the mission?"

Nangong Yehua's voice was calm and firm, revealing an undeniable power.

Nangong Yehua didn't need the rewards offered by those rogue ninjas; he was simply interested in seeing what they were up to.

Then the leading rogue ninja said:

"The task is simple. You just need to bring out Mei Mizukage for us brothers to have a taste of."

After he finished speaking, the traitorous ninjas laughed in a somewhat perverse way, "Hehehe hahaha."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua's smile gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable indifference and anger.

He never expected that these rogue ninjas would make such a shameless and despicable demand, exposing their greed and evil.

He slowly shook his head, his voice low and firm:

"What if I say no?"

Upon hearing this, the rogue ninjas, who had been indulging in lewd laughter, were suddenly stunned, as if struck by an invisible force.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and a tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the air.

The leader of the rogue ninjas's face darkened, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. He sneered, his tone full of threat:

"What? No? Heh, then don't blame us three brothers for being impolite."

"Nangong Yehua, although you are powerful, don't forget that this is our territory. We have plenty of ways to deal with you."

With that, he waved his hand lightly, signaling the two rogue ninja behind him to prepare. The two rogue ninja responded immediately.

They adjusted their postures, gripped their weapons tightly, and their eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light, clearly ready for battle.

Seeing this, Nangong Yehua's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. He knew all too well that although these rogue ninjas were numerous, their strength was far inferior to his own.

He felt no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, he felt a strange excitement and anticipation.

He longed to test his strength in this battle, and also to make these rogue ninjas pay the price for their arrogance and disrespect.

"Hmph, I'd like to see what you're capable of."

Nangong Yehua snorted coldly, and his figure suddenly moved, disappearing from the spot in an instant like a ghost.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of the leader of the rogue ninja, his speed astonishing.

Asking for flowers

The leader of the rogue ninjas clearly hadn't expected Nangong Yehua to act so quickly. His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly swung his weapon to defend himself.

However, Nangong Yehua was a step faster, and he gently struck out with his palm.

The palm strike was as sharp as a knife, instantly shattering the rogue ninja's weapon and sending him flying several meters away before crashing heavily to the ground.

This happened so suddenly that the remaining two rogue ninjas hadn't even had time to react.

By the time they realized their companions had fallen, it was too late. Nangong Yehua's figure moved among them like a ghost.

Each strike was precise and deadly. With a few muffled thuds, the two rogue ninjas fell to the ground, incapacitated.

The whole process was clean and tidy, without any sloppiness.

Nangong Yehua stood still, his cold gaze sweeping over the fallen rogue ninjas, his eyes devoid of any pity or sympathy.

Only disdain for the weak and adherence to justice.

"Remember, no matter who you are, no matter what you want to achieve, it should never be at the expense of harming others." (Zhang)

Chapter 573 Self-destruction of Terumi Mingji

Nangong Yehua said coldly.

"Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson, and I hope you'll remember it and never do such heinous things again."

After saying that, he turned to leave, but suddenly stopped. He looked back at the rogue ninja, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

“However, I’m also very curious, who exactly ordered you to do this?” he asked in a deep voice, the “327” in his voice carrying an unquestionable authority.

The rogue ninjas exchanged bewildered glances, but none dared to answer. They knew that revealing the mastermind behind it would likely lead to even more severe consequences.