I, a cultivator, ended up in the Naruto world.

The distant school bell easily drowned out the lecture voices that were right next to us.

The little ninjas swarmed out, ran across the playground, and rushed into their parents' arms.

In the blink of an eye, the classroom was empty.

The teacher chuckled and shook his head, glanced at Uchiha, who had been sleeping all day in the back row, and sighed.

The chalk in his hand struck the boy's head with pinpoint accuracy.

"Has class started? Why is nobody here?"

The two blonde heads huddled together again, laughing heartily.

Tsunade cared deeply for her younger brother, personally dropping him off and picking him up on his first day of school.

"They're really good! Yang Xiang, they deserve a good beating!"

Rope Tree had already described the great achievements of the two of them today, slightly exaggerating his own role in them.

For example, he fought a fierce battle with the Uchiha brat for three hundred rounds and was about to win when he received Yang Xiang's help, and the two of them secured the victory in one fell swoop.

"You flatter me, Lady Tsunade."

Yang Xiang responded indifferently to Tsunade's praise.

With the Senju clan gone, the lineage of the head of the family is now merely a name in name only.

If it weren't for Mito Uzumaki being able to shoulder the responsibility, Yang Xiang wouldn't have shown any respect beyond the surface.

No matter how much outsiders praise the great achievements and magnanimity of the Hashirama and Tobirama brothers.

But the knife actually landed on Yang Xiang's family members.

Having been reborn and spending years together, their relationship was based on genuine affection, making them Yang Xiang's closest people in this life.

If it weren't for the disappearance of the Thousand Hands, how could my parents have so easily perished during the mission?

If it weren't for the disappearance of the Thousand Hands, how could my grandmother have retired in her prime and spent her years licking her wounds in the old house?

Yang Xiang never denied the correctness of this decision and its profound impact on Konoha.

However, one's position determines one's perspective, and his social class prevented him from developing any positive feelings towards these events.

Every year at the end of the year, the third generation would bring people to visit and comfort his grandmother.

He always hides in his room and doesn't see anyone.

Those who benefited always spoke of the will of the first generation, spouting the will of fire and praising the descendants of the Senju with magnanimity.

Yang Xiang hates people who advise him to be more magnanimous.

Do you know what I've been through?

You should stay away from people like that, because if lightning strikes him, it might hit you too.

Ouch! I got stabbed, and the blood hasn't even dried yet. He came over and said, "Hey, you have to be brave!"

Are you going to die or not?

Tsunade was somewhat taken aback by Yang Xiang's indifferent response. This child usually treated her quite well. What had happened?

A hint of sadness flickered in his eyes. It was natural for him to be indifferent, as fewer and fewer of his clansmen had been keeping in touch with him in recent years.

If it weren't for my grandmother's birthday, you wouldn't see anyone in the house.

Tsunade pulled back Nawaki, who still wanted to say something to Yang Xiang, and headed towards the clan's territory.

"Master Yangxiang."

Their servant bowed slightly, smiled, and accepted the book from Yang Xiang. The two walked away one after the other.

My little adult seems a bit different today.

The servants walking behind secretly observed Yang Xiang.

Unlike his usual precocious composure, today a youthful vigor emanated from him.

In the past, he wouldn't have been so cold to Tsunade, nor would he have walked alongside Lady Nawaki.

Brown and gold balls rolled in my hand.

Yang Xiang was filled with excitement.

Chakra could open the storage bag, and he had already scanned all the contents.

A blue robe, a leaf-shaped magical artifact, an ancient book, and several bottles of elixirs.

At this moment, he was playing with the Yellow Dragon Pill and the Golden Marrow Pill.

Both are elixirs that enhance one's martial arts skills.

As for whether the elixir will work and whether the technique can be practiced, you'll know once you get home and try it.

Before, I was timid and submissive, barely surviving.

Now that I'm here, what should you call me?

A smile played on Yang Xiang's lips as he quickened his pace home.

There are some good news that should be shared with one's grandmother as soon as possible.

Sensing the joy in their young master's heart, the servants quickened their pace to follow behind.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the resulting gust of air blew the flower petals off the table.

Tao Hua came to her senses and found her grandson already standing in front of her.

After pouring a cup of tea and handing it over, Tao Hua asked:

"How's your first day of school?"

Yang Xiang took the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, revealing a big smile.

"Grandma, do you have any chakra test strips at home?"

Tao Hua looked at Yang Xiang, momentarily lost in thought.

Her grandson was so sensible since he was little that it broke her heart; she hadn't seen such a cheerful smile in a long time.

As if realizing something, she couldn't help but be moved.

The figure flickered in place, and Tao Hua instantly moved back and forth, a piece of white paper appearing in her hand.

Yang Xiang was amazed when he saw his grandmother's teleportation technique.

His grandmother's teleportation technique was already the most powerful he had ever seen; how much more skillful must her illusion technique, which made her famous, be?

He took the white paper, infused it with a wisp of chakra, and emerald green hues appeared on the paper, with delicate sprouts pushing up the scraps of paper.

The piece of paper was snatched away by a pair of aged hands and instantly turned into ashes.

"Who else knows about this?"

Tao Hua's tone was not joyful, but rather serious.

Yang Xiang replied with a smile, "Only you know."

He understood his grandmother's worries, but didn't take them to heart.

Because Wood Release chakra is nothing, his trump cards will never be those things again.

Tao Hua seemed to be infected by Yang Xiang's smile, and her clenched heart relaxed a little.

He habitually raised his hand and touched Yang Xiang's hair.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

Yang Xiang nodded.

The Senju clan's bloodline limit includes the Wood Release technique, but Hashirama was too powerful. He drastically increased the world's understanding of Wood Release, and the clan members reasonably suspected that he alone absorbed decades of the Senju clan's fortune.

Since Hashirama, no Wood Release ninja has appeared in the Senju clan for several generations.

A masked ninja stealthily left Yang Xiang's mansion.

This was the first time in several years that Momoka had carried ninja tools; she was going to visit a lineage that had produced Wood Release ninjas.

It could be theft, robbery, or some kind of exchange of benefits.

In short, the goal is to obtain some Wood Release ninjutsu without revealing information about one's own grandson.

The Senju clan has longed for Wood Release for far too long, and so has the Konoha.

She felt a mixture of excitement and fear.

They moved more carefully the whole way.

Yang Xiang put down the book in his hand and tried to use the methods in the book to circulate his Qi through the body.

A cool current flows through the meridians.

After a full cycle, the magical power in the meridians increased slightly and finally returned to the dantian.

Yang Xiang opened his eyes, and the grass in the distant courtyard seemed to be responding to his gaze.

He could vaguely sense the spiritual power of plants and trees.

A thin layer of spiritual energy covered his fingertips, and he pressed down, instantly leaving a clear fingerprint on the wooden board.

The first level of Changchun Gong has been completed.