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

He knew that he had not only saved Mei Terumi, but also avenged her. This sense of accomplishment and satisfaction made him feel more fulfilled and content than ever before.

"Let's go, Mei Terumi."

Nangong Yehua said softly, then picked up Terumi Mei and began their journey back.

Nangong Yehua carefully carried Terumi Mei in his arms, stepping firmly back towards the Mizukage Mansion in the cool night breeze.

The moonlight, like water, shone upon them, adding a soft glow to this tense yet heartwarming scene.

As Mei Zhao nestled against Nangong Yehua's chest, feeling the warmth and reassurance emanating from his body temperature, a relieved smile gradually appeared on her tired face.

As they drew closer to the mansion, Nangong Yehua's steps became more cautious yet firm.

He knew that although the battle was over, ensuring Mei Terumi's safety remained the top priority.

The mansion's gates stood majestically in the night, like loyal guardians of the home, quietly awaiting the return of their master.

The moment Nangong Yehua stepped into the mansion, the originally quiet night seemed to be broken by a warm current.

The servants inside the mansion had long since recovered from their earlier panic, and they were busily and orderly moving around in every corner.

The mansion, which had become somewhat messy due to the battle, was cleaned until it was spotless.

A faint scent of incense filled the air, lit specifically to dispel the lingering stench and unease of the battle.

Upon seeing Nangong Yehua return carrying Zhao Meiming, the servants stopped what they were doing, their faces showing surprise and relief.

They quickly gathered around, their eyes shining with gratitude and admiration.

"Thank goodness, Lady Terumi Mei is alright!"

An older maid spoke first, her voice choked with emotion, clearly having just undergone a spiritual cleansing.

"Yes, it's all thanks to Lord Nangong Yehua!"

Another young servant followed closely behind, his eyes filled with admiration and gratitude for Nangong Yehua.

The servants all spoke up, their words filled with praise and gratitude for Nangong Yehua's heroic actions.

They knew that it was Nangong Yehua who stepped forward at the critical moment to protect their master and save the Shuiying Mansion from an even greater disaster.

Nangong Yehua smiled and nodded to everyone in thanks, his gaze gentle yet firm.

He gently placed Mei Terumi on the soft couch that had been prepared beforehand, carefully covering her with a blanket to ensure she could rest comfortably.

Asking for flowers

Then, he turned to face the servants who had gathered around him and said in a steady and powerful voice:

"Thank you all for your hard work. It is your efforts that have restored the manor to its former tranquility. Please remain vigilant and ensure the safety of the manor."

Upon hearing this, the servants nodded in agreement, their eyes shining with even greater determination.

They knew that although the battle was over, the responsibility to protect their homeland would never end.

Under Nangong Yehua's arrangement, the atmosphere in the mansion gradually returned to its former peace and harmony.

The servants each performed their duties, continuing their work busily and orderly.

Meanwhile, Nangong Yehua stayed by Zhao Meiming's side, constantly monitoring her physical condition to ensure she could recover as soon as possible.

As night deepened, the lights in the mansion gradually went out, leaving only a few lanterns swaying gently in the breeze, adding a touch of warmth and tranquility to the peaceful night.

Nangong Yehua sat by Zhao Meiming's bedside, quietly gazing at her sleeping face, her heart filled with contentment and happiness.

He knew that this moment of peace and harmony was earned through his sweat and hard work, and it was also his duty as the guardian of the Water Shadow Mansion.

Chapter 578 The Rats Have Been Found

After gently ensuring that Terumi Mei was asleep and breathing evenly and peacefully, Nangong Yehua slowly stood up, her movements so light as if afraid of disturbing this hard-won tranquility.

His gaze swept around the room one last time, and after confirming that everything was in order, he gently pushed open the door and quietly left the room.

Outside, the night was as dark as ink, with sparse stars and only a bright moon hanging high in the sky, casting its silvery light under the scorching sun, draping the quiet night in a veil of mystery.

Nangong Yehua stood on the threshold, took a deep breath of the cool night air, but a burning flame was burning in her heart.

He knew that those who dared to lay a hand on Mei Ming would have to pay the price.

He closed his eyes, slowly raised his hands, and gently interlaced his fingers, as if gathering some unseen power.

As the chakra within him surged, Nangong Yehua's pupils gradually changed, transforming from their originally deep black state.

A purple light began to flicker, revealing the mysterious power hidden within his bloodline—the Purple Extreme Eye Technique, a powerful eye technique capable of seeing through all things in the world and discerning illusions.

When the Purple Extreme Eye Technique was activated to its maximum, Nangong Yehua's eyes seemed to transform into two bottomless purple vortexes.

Everything around him became clear and transparent in his vision. He exhaled softly, his gaze instantly focusing into a line that pierced through the night and stretched into the distance.

In this darkness caressed by the moonlight, Nangong Yehua seemed to transform into a hunting cheetah, keenly searching for any unusual aura.

His perception reached an unprecedented level at this moment; even the slightest rustling of the wind could not escape his notice.

As time went by, Nangong Yehua's brows gradually furrowed, his gaze darting across the night sky as if he were engaged in a silent battle with an invisible enemy.

However, at that very moment, a faint smile suddenly appeared on his lips, a smile that contained both confidence and determination.

"Mice, I've found you."

Nangong Yehua murmured to herself, her voice soft yet revealing an undeniable firmness.

Under his Purple Extreme Eye Technique, the secret hideouts of those men in black were finally exposed, like fireflies in the darkness, locked onto by his gaze.

At this moment, Nangong Yehua's aura has undergone a tremendous change.

He was no longer the gentle and refined assistant of the Water Shadow Palace who protected the area, but had transformed into a cold and ruthless warrior.

To protect those who are important to us, we must eliminate the enemy at all costs.

He turned around and walked resolutely out of the mansion, each step exuding determination and strength.

In his heart, there was no longer any hesitation or fear, only the desire for victory and the insatiable killing intent towards the enemy.

The night was still deep, but Nangong Yehua's heart was filled with light.

He knew that the road ahead would be full of unknowns and dangers, but he also believed that as long as there was light in his heart, he would have nothing to fear.

He will make those who dare to challenge his bottom line pay a heavy price for their actions, in his own way.

Chapter 579 Straight to the Heart of the Army

With a light touch of her feet, Nangong Yehua soared into the air like an arrow, instantly disappearing into the night sky.

His figure, bathed in moonlight, was enveloped in a faint purple glow, like a bolt of purple lightning piercing the sky.

It was astonishingly fast. Chakra surged within him, providing him with an inexhaustible source of power, allowing him to soar freely through the boundless night sky.

The black-clad men's hideout was located in a remote valley, surrounded by mountains and shrouded in mist, as if nature had specially laid out a barrier for these dark forces.

However, this barrier was completely ineffective against Nangong Yehua's Purple Extreme Eye Technique. With his extraordinary perception, he easily penetrated the layers of mist and locked onto his target.

As Nangong Yehua approached, the atmosphere inside the black-clad men's hideout became increasingly tense.

In a secluded room, the flickering candlelight illuminated faces that displayed a range of emotions, from worry to arrogance. They sat around a long table, engaged in a heated discussion.

"I've heard that Nangong Yehua is incredibly powerful. Will our operation provoke his retaliation?"

A voice, tinged with unease, rang out. The speaker's brow was furrowed, and his gaze kept darting to the window, as if afraid that an uninvited guest might burst in at any moment.

"Hmph, what's so special about Nangong Yehua? With so many of us, are we afraid of him?"

The other man was clearly unimpressed; a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and his eyes gleamed with arrogance.

"That may be true, but it's always good to be cautious. I think we should lay low for now and make plans after things have calmed down."

A more rational voice offered a suggestion, his brow furrowed slightly, clearly weighing the pros and cons.

"Avoid? Can we hide forever? In my opinion, we should just fight him head-on and show him what we're made of!"

A radical slammed his fist on the table, his voice filled with provocation.

Just as everyone was arguing, the door to the secret chamber was suddenly pushed open by a powerful force, and a biting cold wind mixed with a strong killing intent swept in.

It sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

Nangong Yehua appeared at the doorway like a ghost, his eyes gleaming with purple light, like two dazzling gems, shining brightly in the dim candlelight.

His figure was tall and resolute, like an unshakable mountain, standing there quietly, yet bringing an unprecedented sense of oppression.

"It seems my arrival did not surprise you."

Nangong Yehua's voice was deep and powerful, each word striking the hearts of everyone like a heavy hammer.

His gaze swept over everyone present, as if he could see into the deepest fears and anxieties in their hearts.

The men in black exchanged bewildered glances, none daring to utter a sound. They had never witnessed such a powerful aura, nor had they imagined that Nangong Yehua would come knocking so quickly.

Fear, surprise, anger... a variety of complex emotions intertwined on their faces, yet no one dared to make a move.

"You all deserve to die."

Nangong Yehua's words were brief and resolute. In a flash, he rushed into the secret chamber like lightning.

A thrilling battle is about to begin...

Chapter 580 Unilateral Slaughter

As night deepened, Nangong Yehua's figure moved like a purple lightning bolt through the intricate corridors and secret rooms of the men in black's lair.

His eyes were as cold as ice, and every glance seemed to freeze the soul of his opponent.

Anger and justice intertwined in his heart, forming an unstoppable torrent that drove him forward, determined to eradicate all the evils lurking in the darkness.

As Nangong Yehua's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, an invisible pressure enveloped the entire lair.

Sensing the impending danger, the men in black emerged from their hiding places, armed with various weapons, in an attempt to stop the uninvited guest.

However, their resistance seemed so pale and powerless in the face of Nangong Yehua.

Nangong Yehua's movements were like a dragon emerging from the sea, agile and swift. The weapon in his hand was a longsword that gleamed with a cold light.

It seemed to come alive in his hands, dancing according to his will, each swing hitting the man in black's vital points with pinpoint accuracy.

With a flash of sword light, the men in black fell one after another, their blood staining the ground red, and a strong stench of blood filled the air.

Nangong Yehua's expression was cold and resolute, his eyes burning with fierce anger, a deep hatred for evil and injustice.

He showed no hesitation or pity, for he knew that these men in black had the blood of innocent people on their hands, and their very existence was a desecration of justice.

In battle, Nangong Yehua seemed to transform into a war god. His movements were swift and powerful, and every jump, turn, and sword swing was full of power and beauty.

He used the amplification of chakra to make his speed and strength reach an astonishing level. The men in black could not get close at all and could only watch helplessly as their companions fell one by one.

The surrounding scene was in complete chaos due to the battle. Tables and chairs were overturned, candlelight flickered, and sword marks and bloodstains were left on the walls.

The screams and pleas for mercy of the men in black mingled with the cold, merciless clang of Nangong Yehua's sword, creating a tragic battle song.

However, Nangong Yehua did not slow down. He knew that only by completely eliminating these men in black could the world be restored to peace.

Therefore, he continued to move through the battlefield, his blade flashing without mercy. He had only one thought in his mind: Justice will prevail!

As time passed, the battle inside the men in black's lair gradually drew to a close. The men in black were either dead or wounded, and were no longer able to organize an effective resistance.

Nangong Yehua stood amidst the chaos, gazing at the corpses and blood scattered on the ground.

He felt no joy or satisfaction, only a deep sense of worry and responsibility towards the world.

He knew that although the battle of the backup Kun 371 was won, darkness and evil had not been completely eliminated.

He must continue forward, using his own strength to protect every innocent person on this land.

So he sheathed his sword, turned and left the black-clad men's lair, disappearing into the vast night.

This thrilling battle would later become a legend passed down through generations, forever etched in the annals of history.

Nangong Yehua walked alone in the pitch-black night, carrying the long sword that was still dripping with blood.

The moonlight was thin, barely enough to outline his resolute silhouette, making each step seem exceptionally heavy and determined.

Blood dripped from the longsword onto the ground, making a soft, crisp sound, like a silent lament echoing in the still night.

His gaze pierced the darkness, looking into the distance, towards the land of hope where dawn was about to break.

Chapter 581 Mei Terumi's Worries

The night was as dark as ink, and the stars were hidden behind thick clouds, leaving only a few faint silver lights twinkling in the distant sky, adding a touch of mystery to the silent night.

Nangong Yehua, his black robe fluttering in the wind, his brows furrowed, his gaze piercing.