Evening. The sunset's afterglow spilled over Wolf Valley, coating the entire valley in a layer of dark red.
A noisy commotion came from outside Wolf Valley.
Yang Jiu, inside the Beast King Hall, opened his eyes and looked toward the entrance of Wolf Valley.
Great Remnant, Black Fiend, and Scar led the way, followed by a massive, sweeping procession of Ninja Wolves.
Within the ranks of the Ninja Wolves were eleven Ninjas wearing Konoha vests, their bodies covered in wounds. They were being escorted by the Ninja Wolves, stumbling as they entered Wolf Valley. Their expressions varied—fear, despair, bewilderment, anger—but they were all obedient, with no one daring to resist.
Yang Jiu stood up, leaped down from the stone platform, and walked over.
"Clan Leader!"
Great Remnant rushed over first, but its expression was off—it lacked its usual excitement of seeking credit and instead carried a hint of guilt.
"How did it go?" Yang Jiu asked.
Great Remnant lowered its head, its voice muffled: "We caught eleven. Three squads, twelve people in total... one escaped."
Yang Jiu's eyes narrowed slightly. "Escaped?"
Great Remnant lowered its head even further: "The lead Ninja of one squad also had a pair of Byakugan. When we surrounded them, he discovered us in advance and led his team to break through early... We only caught three Genin; we didn't catch that Byakugan Chunin."
Great Remnant's voice grew quieter. "That Byakugan bastard ran too fast. His eyes could see our ambush, and he could dodge it every time... We chased him for over ten miles, but he still got away."
Yang Jiu was silent for a few seconds. Then, his gaze passed over Great Remnant and looked at the group of escorted Ninjas. "It seems I still underestimated those Ninjas," Yang Jiu muttered.
Indeed. If they were so easy to catch, Konoha wouldn't have been able to stand tall for decades amidst the siege of so many hidden villages.
He withdrew his gaze and glanced at the head-bowing Great Remnant. No blame.
The Byakugan of the Hyuga Clan could detect ambushes in advance; this was an innate advantage. If any other Ninja Wolves had led the team, the result would have been the same. To have caught three even after being discovered in advance—that was already quite good.
But what comes next... Yang Jiu narrowed his eyes and looked at the darkening western sky.
The Ninja who escaped would bring the news back to Konoha by tomorrow at the latest. Three search teams led by Elite Chunin wiped out, with only one person escaping—it would be strange if the Konoha higher-ups didn't explode with rage.
What he would have to face next wouldn't be just Chunin squads. Jonin squads. Anbu. Maybe even... that old monkey himself.
Yang Jiu shook his head. "It seems I can't develop in peace anymore."
Since he couldn't farm in peace, then he would fight. Fight until Konoha hurts. Fight until they don't dare to come looking for trouble easily.
However—he still needed to improve his strength a bit more. If he really angered that old monkey and he used the Reaper Death Seal on him... he wouldn't even have tears to cry with.
Yang Jiu pulled back his thoughts and his gaze fell on Great Remnant. "Great Remnant."
"Here!"
"Lock them all in the cave, remove everything they have on them, and tie them up securely with ropes."
He paused and added, "Lock them up separately; don't let them get together to conspire."
"And—" Yang Jiu's mouth curled into a slight arc. "Starve them for a few days first."
Great Remnant's eyes lit up: "Understood!" It turned and ran toward the group of captives, calling out to the other Ninja Wolves in wolf language as it ran. "You all heard the Clan Leader! Strip them of everything they have! Tie them up!"
"Tie those two Chunin up with extra ropes!"
"Lock them separately! Separately!"
Yang Jiu watched the busy wolf pack, then looked at the group of despairing Konoha Ninjas. Eleven people. Plus the four of them with Kurenai Yuhi, that made fifteen. Once those two who escaped spread the news, the next time Konoha comes... it might be a large force. He turned around and walked toward the Beast King Hall.
Returning to the Beast King Hall, Yang Jiu leaped up and lay on the stone platform covered with soft fur. His silver-white body sank into the fluffy warmth, he rubbed against it comfortably, and then his mind stirred. The system mall unfolded before his eyes.
He clicked directly into the [Bloodline Limit] category. A dazzling array of goods instantly spread out—Sharingan, Byakugan, Rinnegan, Wood Release, Lava Release, Ice Release... familiar names jumped into his view, each marked with a price that made his heart race.
Yang Jiu's gaze fell on the "Sharingan" column. One-Tomoe Sharingan: 1000 points/each; Two-Tomoe Sharingan: 5000 points/each; Three-Tomoe Sharingan: 25000 points/each.
He licked his lips. Currently, he had the lightning power brought by the Rumble-Rumble Fruit and the terrifying physique bestowed by the Silver Moon Thunder Wolf bloodline; his attack, defense, and speed were all at a top-tier level. But dynamic vision... although wolf eyes were much stronger than humans, facing Jonin-level taijutsu Ninjas, especially those high-speed moving targets, was still a bit strenuous.
If he could equip a Sharingan—the scene, he couldn't even imagine it. Lightning teleportation combined with the Sharingan's prediction, who could still hit him?
Yang Jiu glanced at his point balance: 10850. Over ten thousand. Buying one Two-Tomoe was five thousand, two would be exactly ten thousand. He pondered for a few seconds. Two Two-Tomoe Sharingan would indeed allow his dynamic vision to reach its peak. But... he shook his head. One was enough for now. Install it first to test the effect; if needed, it wouldn't be too late to buy another one later. Points had to be spent sparingly. Who knew if Konoha would send a large army tomorrow? At that time, he might desperately need something, and it would be awkward if he didn't have enough points.
"Just one." Yang Jiu's mind stirred. [Purchase Confirmation: Two-Tomoe Sharingan × 1] [Points Consumed: 5000] [Remaining Points: 5850]
A ray of light emerged from the void and slowly merged into his right eye. Yang Jiu closed his eyes. A moment later, he opened them. His originally golden pupils had turned dark red, with two black tomoe faintly appearing on them, slowly rotating, with threads of lightning dancing; it was exceptionally cool.
He blinked. The world had become different. His already clear vision now seemed to have been slowed down countless times; the dust falling at the cave entrance, the tiny particles floating in the air, even the texture of the tiny cracks on the distant stone wall—everything was incomparably clear, incomparably distinct.
Yang Jiu raised his front paw and waved it gently. Five electric arcs popped out from his claw tips, dancing in the air. His eyes stared intently at those electric arcs—slow. Too slow. The electric light, which was originally too fast for the naked eye to catch, now looked like slowly swimming threads in his eyes, every trajectory clearly visible.
Yang Jiu's mouth slowly curled up. This was the Sharingan. He turned his head and looked outside the hall. In the distance, several Ninja Wolves were patrolling; their movements in his eyes were ridiculously slow. Every step they took, every turn of their heads, even the details of their ears twitching, were presented frame by frame.
He looked at the sky again. A bird flew by. He clearly saw the number of times it flapped its wings, saw the tremor of every feather in the wind. Yang Jiu withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, then opened them again. In his pupils, the two black tomoe slowly rotated, emitting a cold light. Worth it. Five thousand points, it was so worth it.
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