After enjoying a relaxing bath, Uchiha Gin, feeling refreshed, wrapped a towel around himself. As he looked at Senju Itama, who was fidgeting awkwardly at the bathroom door, he said,
"Hey kid, want me to scrub your back? I'm pretty famous for it."
"No way!"
Pushed out of the bathroom, Uchiha Gin shook his head.
The mystery surrounding the tragic massacre in the Uchiha clan's territory six years ago had always been a cloud hanging over Uchiha Gin's heart.
He had finally hoped to extract some useful clues from the suspicious Kaguya clan, but ended up accidentally killing the person due to being too heavy-handed.
With so much on his ...
The breath of death loomed over him. At this critical moment, Uchiha Gin's eyes turned blood-red.
The tomoe in his right eye spun wildly, and his visual power surged as if it was endless.
Kaguya Sosuke, thinking he had already succeeded, wanted to witness the tragic sight of Uchiha Gin in front of him.
But instead of...
Inside the archive room, there was a map of the dungeon.
Apart from the office and resting areas, it also marked the numbered sections where prisoners were held.
There were three sections in total, labeled one, two, and three.
However, the design of the dungeon seemed a bit odd, making the naturally symmetry-loving...
The moment the system notification popped up, Uchiha Gin felt a cool sensation in both his hands. The scorching pain from the Amaterasu flames vanished without a trace.
His body showed no signs of discomfort, as if everything that had just happened was merely a dream.
However, the inexplicable throbbing pain in his right eye l...
This person came and left quickly, leaving Uchiha Gin slightly shaken. After closing the door, he pondered the intentions of his clan leader uncle.
"Little cousin Izuna, why do you think the clan leader wants me to work in the dungeon?"
Unable to guess his uncle's thoughts, Uchiha Gin turned and asked Uchiha Izuna, who was ...
In his previous life, Uchiha Gin, living alone, developed excellent cooking skills. Now, in this world, he finally had a chance to showcase them.
As he brought out his signature dishes—braised fish and sweet and sour pork—the two quarreling kids immediately stopped their argument, sniffing the air as if searching for the sourc...
Sidestepping the shuriken aimed straight at his face, Uchiha Gin helplessly looked at the panting young boy in front of him.
Just moments ago, the little kid squatting at his doorstep had, without warning, whipped out a shuriken and thrown it at him.
With his 10-point boost in physical skills, Uchiha Gin easily dodged the a...
"Gin, think carefully about how you awakened your Sharingan."
Uchiha Tajima, unable to get the answers he wanted from the two elders, turned to ask Uchiha Yin.
This question truly stumped Uchiha Gin. His Sharingan had been awakened by the Tsukuyomi, a powerful genjutsu unique to Uchiha Itachi’s Mangekyo Sharingan, which had b...
Although curious about the strange behavior of the two Uchiha clan patrolmen earlier, Uchiha Gin didn’t have time to dwell on it as the team continued their journey.
As they slowed down, a massive fortress came into view before Gin.
Despite the low level of productivity and living conditions during the Warring States per...
Uchiha Gin had a dream, a dream that unfolded like a moving comic strip.
The first scene showed a young boy holding the hand of a crying girl, speaking to her.
In the second scene, the boy knelt in despair amid a sea of fire, surrounded by the broken bodies of the old, weak, women, and children.
In the third scene, the b...
Under the moonlight, the Uchiha squad continued their journey westward at full speed.
The battle during the day had wasted too much time. Initially, they planned to take a detour, but Uchiha Fuka decisively chose the direct route.
None of the others objected, as the direct path would save more than half of their time.
<...
Uchiha Gin, who had just arrived, looked at the two kids' actions with a strange expression. He didn't speak up until Senju Itama was almost flipped over.
If Uzumaki Mito ended up killing the Senju kid by accident, Gin would have to face the consequences as well.
"Ah! You’re back? How's my brother?"
Seeing Uchiha G...
Uchiha Gin touched the bead in his pocket, recalling the words of Uzumaki Mito:
"The sealing technique of this bead can only be released at close range, and only when the other person has let down their guard."
Mito, with her cute bun hairstyle, puffed up her cheeks as she instructed Uchiha Gin.
"Your brother is such...
My name is Uchiha Gin. Ever since I got stuck with this system, I haven’t had a single good day.
Not only do I have to complete the lousy tasks it assigns, but I also have to spend my days tricking people and getting beaten up.
At night, I return home only to be ambushed by system-generated skills in my own courtyard.
Uchiha Fuka's hand holding the blade trembled slightly, his scarlet eyes exuding a pale aura.
The member of the Uzumaki clan before him was like a monster.
Although his own taijutsu wasn’t weak, he was utterly overwhelmed in their few exchanges.
Uzumaki Hanamichi's powerful fists could even withstand the iron kat...
Qian Renjue looked down at Ye Lingling's face whose face filled with a foolish expression. He had never imagined that the calm and conservative girl would reveal such a look.
It made one feel an urge to bully her even more.
Qian Renjue couldn't help but raise his hand and gently touch Ye Lingling's delicate tongue that she ...
Dugu Yan held the box and left the room, turning towards the next door.
Creak!
As soon as the door opened, Dugu Yan was stunned, looking at the two graceful figures leaning against the wall with confused faces.
"Miss Xue, Lady Ling Yuan, what are you doing?"
"Shh!"
Li...
After the two carriages entered the gates of Heaven Dou City, they parted ways.
Qian Renxue left Xue Qinghe behind.
Following Qian Renjue's instructions, Salas, adhering to the principle of keeping a low profile, finally shed the role of the coachman and returned to his dignified status as a Bishop.
He ordered the o...
At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan:
Once all the guests had left, Qian Renjue returned to the manor, carrying Ning Rongrong in his arms.
Ning Rongrong was playing with his golden hair, reluctantly asking, “Brother Holy Son, won’t you come back home with me to play?”
“No,” Qian Renjue shook his head. He ...
‘When you return, I will no longer remember you!’
These words kept echoing in Liu Erlong's mind, causing her to stagger, almost collapsing.
“No, I don’t want this!”
“…”
Ning Rongrong blinked, completely confused by the situation. Didn’t he just say he didn’t know her?
Even Ling Yuan ...
"Brother Holy Son! Have a drink, won't you?"
Qian Renjue was carrying Ning Rongrong out while she, holding a wine glass, persistently pestered him.
Liu Erlong's graceful figure seemed somewhat gloomy.
She slowly stepped onto the stairs, her head lowered, brows furrowed.
A shimmer of gold passed by her.
...
Ning Fengzhi chuckled helplessly.
Gently brushing aside the soft, jade-like arm, he glanced around, relieved to see no one was paying attention to them.
Ning Rongrong furrowed her delicate brows and tilted her head, asking, "Daddy, is it embarrassing for Rongrong to pat your head?"
"Of course not," Ning Fengzhi said, p...
The performance in the central hall continued.
The atmosphere became lively again.
Under Qian Renjue's gaze, Ning Rongrong playfully stuck out her tongue and quickly ran to Ning Fengzhi's side.
As soon as she sat down, it seemed like she had already planned her next move—she reached for a glass of wine on the table...
“I hope you keep your word,” Qian Renjue said without dwelling on it, as they approached the manor ahead.
He walked with Ling Yuan toward the gate.
“I will. Rongrong doesn't lie to Brother Holy Son,” Ning Rongrong softly promised.
Qian Renjue’s cultivation level was impressive, and Ning Rongrong didn’t wa...
Liu Erlong walked gracefully, following the direction of the Seven Treasure disciples towards the banquet area.
Under the warm sunlight, her beautiful face appeared even more radiant, glowing with a soft pink hue.
Her look carried the charm of youth, yet the maturity of time.
Her figure, wrapped in a black dress, w...
Xue Qinghe naturally noticed Ning Rongrong's actions as well.
Looking down at her, he smiled.
“Junior Sister Rongrong, it’s better to drink less alcohol. If you get addicted, it won’t be good.”
“Senior Brother Qinghe, you're talking nonsense.”
Ning Rongrong rested her pretty face in her hands, lyin...
"......"
Qian Renjue looked at the young Ning Rongrong in front of him with a strange expression.
Has she always been this bold when speaking, even at such a young age?
Qian Renjue asked curiously, "Do you really understand what it means to be a fiancée and a fiancé?"
"Why wouldn't I understand?!" Ning Rongr...
Upon hearing Ning Fengzhi's words, Ning Rongrong, who had been staring at Qian Renjue, nodded repeatedly.
She had seen many Spirit Saints before, but the youngest one still looked like a middle-aged uncle. She had never seen someone so young. The so-called geniuses in the sect didn’t even match her level of cultivation at this p...
"Daddy, how much longer do we have to wait?"
A crisp, youthful voice echoed from the tall, wide watchtower.
Ning Fengzhi was holding the hand of a young girl with short pink hair, dressed in a white little skirt.
Her delicate face was as fresh and tender as a peeled lychee, exuding a faint aura of nobility.
Be...