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

They clearly said three years, but then another three years passed.

It's been thirteen years, boss!

You really think you're a ninja?

Why are you speaking so loudly!

Do you know how I've spent the last ten years?

Did you know!

Why didn't you come to pick me up! Why!

I really can't tell them apart!

"Who's making that noise?"

Just as the spiritual energy was compressed to its limit and dripped into the dantian.

The secret chamber beside him vanished, and Yang Xiang flowed into the endless void.

Cries and angry shouts drifted to my ears from afar.

He stretched out his arms wide and drew them in the air.

The man had his back to him, wearing a tracksuit with China printed on it. When he turned around, his face had no features, only a dense network of cracks.

"What are you doing here! Go back now, you're graduating soon, have you finished your thesis yet?!"

Yang Xiang stopped swimming and pondered deeply.

What was I writing about in my thesis again?

I can't remember, because it wasn't written by me, it was written by Doubao.

Yang Xiang didn't move, but the faceless man did. He stumbled over and grabbed Yang Xiang by the collar.

"Sixteen years of hard study! Just one more month is all it takes! Think about it! You've studied for so long!"

Snapped!

Yang Xiang reached out and slapped the faceless man, causing him to stagger and his face to appear to have been shattered into pieces.

"Sorry, it's just a habit."

Sixteen years, that's a long time.

Is that me?

What have I learned?

Yang Xiang tried hard to recall.

Don’t despise the poor youngsters!

When in doubt, ask the spring breeze!

A cold wind blows through the desolate valley, and cicadas sing through spring and autumn as the young man returns!

At the end of the immortal path…

ultra!

Yang Xiang shook his head, trying to clear the jumbled thoughts from his mind.

In sixteen years, I indeed learned a wide variety of subjects.

So what exactly am I learning?

Yang Xiang closed his eyes.

Correct!

I remembered.

A myriad rays of light guide the way, and a thousand-foot-tall golden body reveals its divine presence.

And there was that broken door, and the blinding light.

The red bodywork paint struck my heart!

I remember now!

I am Yang Xiang!

I am Yang Xiang!

What I cultivate is clear and unobstructed thinking.

Then look at that faceless man; it's none other than himself.

Isn't this just like my former self?

When fellow villagers meet, their eyes well up with tears!

Yang Xiang opened his arms and put all his strength into it.

Snapped!

Another intense fight ensued, completely stunning the Faceless Man.

"Are you insane! Have you forgotten who you are?!"

Yang Xiang slapped him again, but he couldn't quite get the force out of the void, yet half of the faceless man's face still dented.

"I haven't forgotten, I remember!"

Slap after slap, the cracks on the faceless man's face grew wider and wider, and he gradually collapsed.

He couldn't take it anymore and knelt down to support Yang Xiang's hand.

"Stop hitting me! Don't you want your diploma?!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiang was enraged and slapped the man hard.

"Geneva? What's the point? We guarantee job placement here!"

The fragments crumbled, and the faceless man vanished as specks of stardust.

At this moment, Yang Xiang realized that he had fallen into the trap of inner demons.

If we can't get through this, it will be an irreversible disaster.

But it doesn't matter, the slap will tell me the answer.

Yang Xiang swam forward resolutely, alternating his hands.

"You've gone the wrong way!" Hashirama clapped his hands, and several wooden dragons swept towards Yang Xiang.

The two fought for dozens of rounds, their Wood Release techniques swirling wildly, their chakra overflowing.

Yang Xiang finally found an opportunity and shattered Hashirama with a single punch.

When Tobirama Senju appeared beside him, he began spitting at him.

"You evil thousand-armed brat, I will personally..."

Yang Xiang fought him for several rounds before finally slaying the Thousand-Handed Old Ghost with his palm.

Then came Danzo, who triggered his trypophobia, followed by Orochimaru, who was covered in slime.

The light in Yang Xiang's hand grew stronger and stronger, and a cyan sword light pierced through the void.

It tears a large hole in the darkness, revealing the world behind it.

Yang Xiang stared intently at it.

A huge face filled the cracks in the sky.

That was Yang Xiang's face.

"You're ruthless! Get out of here!"

A strong gust of wind blew Yang Xiang away, carrying him far away.

An invisible, sharp energy emanated from the room, piercing through the walls and creating holes.

Drops of liquid true essence fell into the dantian and the sea of ​​qi, and the warm and powerful true essence flowed through the meridians throughout the body.

The previously torn and blocked meridians were completely flushed out and opened up, and all the impurities and necrotic cells accumulated in the body over the years were forced out of the body by the true essence.

Black grime seeped from the pores, emitting a faint fishy and pungent odor.

The wooden planks beneath him regained their vitality and sprouted new buds.

I've succeeded, Daoist Master!

Yang Xiang made a few adjustments and then got up and went out.

it's dark.

It's time to go to the clan's territory.

As the light barrier of the Four Yang Flame Array dissipated, numerous masked ninjas surged toward the Senju family's residence, only to be blocked in front of the clan's Buddhist shrine.

Grandpa Zhengjie made a hand seal and chuckled as he looked into the darkness.

After all these years, these people have forgotten the glory of the Senju clan and still think this place is like the Hokage Building, where they can come and go as they please.

In the Thousand Hands family's Buddhist hall, many members of the Thousand Hands lineage knelt quietly.

Tao Hua sat at the head of the table, while the middle seat remained empty.

Mito Uzumaki.

not coming.

According to her, she was just a member of the Uzumaki clan and it was inappropriate for her to attend the Senju gathering.

Tao Hua did not insist.

Because Mito's attitude is already clear.

She, who never participated in these kinds of things in the past, clearly stated that she would not participate, which already indicated her acceptance of this thousand-hand gathering.

Moreover, Tsunade, whom she had dispatched, was currently sitting in the lower rank.

As Hashirama's granddaughter and the Third Hokage's disciple, Tsunade held a very high status in the village.

However, within the Senju clan, he is still a grandson.

"Aren't some people being too hasty, eager to push everyone into a fire pit?"

An old man stood up, tapped the ground with his cane, and looked at Tao Hua, questioning her.

The men around him, who were all quite old, were also looking at Tao Hua, waiting for her answer.

These people are the very people who have already integrated into the officialdom of the Land of Fire.

The trouble Yang Xiang caused some time ago has cost them a fortune.

Even though the daimyo later restored their positions, many clansmen still lost their future prospects.

At this moment, he harbors some resentment towards Yang Xiang.

They were naturally dissatisfied, having heard that the rally was initiated by Yang Xiang.

Masakazu walked in through the main entrance and sat down next to Momoka with a grin.

"Some people have become timid after being away from the battlefield for too long."

His words made the person who had spoken earlier bristle and stare in disbelief.

"They're still better than some people who just sweep the floor and wipe the tables in the clan; they're just waiting to die."

The son of the man below, Masakazu, raised an eyebrow and was about to stand up and start criticizing.

pat!

One foot stepped into the Buddhist hall.

The moonlight shone in from behind the person, obscuring his face.

All that could be seen was his tall stature and long, black hair.

"Lord Hashirama!" some of the clan elders couldn't help but murmur.

"Clouds in the blue sky, water in the bottle"

Some of you are water, some are clouds.

The only difference is the things they do.

It's all for the sake of the family.

They were all loyal ministers; there were no treacherous ministers.

Yang Xiang entered the venue.