Chapter 152: Naruto's Reverse Engineering

“You said a powerful ninja entered the Hidden Leaf Village? And that you went to see the factory your Hyuga clan is building in the industrial park?” Naruto asked curiously, a hint of intrigue and doubt flickering in his eyes.

At that moment, his hands did not pause; the mechanical arm continued to stretch out with nimble precision, deftly grasping various items, while his fingers manipulated controls on the console without ceasing.

As he spoke, Naruto added a reminder, “Hey, wait a moment, that material—”

Moreover, Madam Liu’s words rang true: opposing one’s own plan is bound to anger Marquis Shouting. After all, rebellion is no trivial matter. To betray one’s own cause so readily suggests a disregard for everyone’s lives, and even the possibility that they see their siblings as mere playthings.

Huang An shook his head, deeply sensing that the longer the game went on, the more the world’s elements overlapped with reality.

That place was remote, with inconvenient transportation and steep mountains and deep ravines. The village produced almost nothing, and the villagers, relying on traditional farming, struggled just to fill their bellies.

Bai Yu’s body tensed; she wondered if she had gone too far and if the saintly maiden no longer intended to let him go.

Lost in her fearful thoughts, Chu Shaolan failed to notice the quietly approaching ‘danger’; her mind was filled with all manner of ghosts and monsters.

Two forces collided; the talisman’s patterns had already faded to near invisibility, seeming as if they might vanish at any moment. The man gazed at the massive egg, a few strands of eerie purple light flickering coldly and deeply in his eyes.

Lin Lin, fearing his arrogance, restrained her urge to praise and instead began to instruct, “The first step in martial arts is to solidify your foundation and nurture your vitality—strengthen your blood and body. When your spirit is complete, your energy abundant, and your essence overflowing, then you will naturally develop a sense of qi.”

She sipped her tea with a puzzled expression. The warm, slightly bitter brew touched her tongue, and in that instant, she felt as if she were ascending to the heavens.

Hearing Sheng Changhai voice his worries, Quan Xu chuckled and, without much thought, said something offhand.

The entire room sighed upon hearing Sheng Changhai’s response, but Sheng Changhai noticed that Lanyu seemed entirely unfazed, her demeanor calm and untroubled, as if she already knew how to resolve the matter.

Amid the laughter and joyous voices, Jiang Yushan felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, barely holding on. Witnessing Guo Honglei teasing his son stirred a bitter sadness within her, an unbearable ache. She clenched her teeth and maintained a smile.

Lian Chen, feeling somewhat sorrowful, clenched his sleeve tightly. He knew she was going to negotiate with the Black Tiger that night, but there was nothing he could do.

The roulette wheel continued grinding mercilessly, tearing through his companion’s innards. In less than a second, his companion’s chest was hollow, once solid organs utterly gone.

“We must go ask him,” Ling said as soon as she finished speaking. The parchment map in her hands suddenly emitted a strong glow.

But the current reality made it clear to him that all of it was a facade; every word he spoke had ulterior motives.

Originally, the Six Realms were distinct and separate, waters not mixing with each other. But now, as the gates of the Six Realms opened simultaneously, those with ill intentions surged toward the apex of the Six Realms, attempting to traverse into the various worlds.

“Third Young Master, what did the old madam instruct me?” Nurse Pan, illiterate, stared blankly at the letter for a long while but couldn’t understand a single word.

Snow and wind assaulted him; Guo Honglei covered his mouth and nose as he led several bodyguards out of the city on horseback. He had heard his wife, despite being ill, tried to stop the villagers from armed conflict. He was deeply worried and rushed to investigate.

Qin Hong raised an eyebrow: the weather here was so cold, only soybeans and wheat could grow in the fields—what good could there be?

Kamijo Ayako clenched her fists tightly. This was the first time in Japan someone had dared speak to her like this. If not for her respect for Chu Haoran’s strength, knowing that with so few men they would surely be overwhelmed if they fought now, she would have ordered their deaths long ago.