Chapter 35: White Day Bird-Walking

Zhu Yan looked at this scene and sneered, “In my prime, he wouldn’t even qualify as my snack.”

Shuowanbianqishen ， Huihuishoudaizhefengxilikaixieshenjiao ， Huidaoyishousenlin 。

[2] He rose and waved his hand, leading Feng Xi away from the Evil God Sect and back to the Strange Beasts Forest.

Only after Zhu Yan’s figure vanished completely did Shen Wenru clench his fists, voice filled with rage.

“Lord, these two beasts are far too audacious!”

Xuan Ye’s fingertip continued spinning the jade pendant, his voice as flat as stagnant water.

“Audacious? They are beasts by nature—wild and untamable. Do Itachi expect two beasts to understand propriety?”

Shen Wenru fell silent, his clenched fists loosening slightly—Zhu Yan and Feng Xi were pawns sent by the Beast God; he couldn’t move against them yet.

“But if they act so recklessly, they might disrupt our plans…” Shen Wenru bit his teeth, still laced with resentment.

“Just now, Zhu Yan’s words clearly showed he holds our Evil God Sect in contempt!”

Xuan Ye finally lifted his eyes, glancing over the five silent Red Robe Protectors below.

“Their arrogance is the sharpest blade we have.”

He spoke slowly, his voice laced with coldness.

“In the struggle for destiny, both sides’ prodigies must enter the arena. This time, the Destiny Realm lies within the human realm—only these two can be exploited.”

Shen Wenru’s pupils shrank—he instantly understood Xuan Ye’s intent: “Lord, Itachi mean to use them to stir up chaos?”

“Should we keep them around just to eat our rice?”

Xuan Ye sneered, his fingertip condensing spiritual energy into a thin black thread that curled through the air.

“Zhu Yan wants to reclaim his dignity; Feng Xi wants to prove he’s not useless. Let them lead the charge.”

“When they cause trouble, we’ll sit back and reap the benefits—eliminating the threat without dirtying our own hands.”

One of the Red Robe Protectors suddenly raised his head, cautiously interjecting: “But if they fail and the human race catches evidence—”

“Then let them die out there,” Xuan Ye said, his tone devoid of warmth.

“Two chess pieces ready to explode—used up, discarded.”

Shen Wenru’s heart chilled; his earlier rage was entirely replaced by dread.

He bowed deeply: “I understand. I’ll immediately assign men to monitor Zhu Yan and Feng Xi’s movements—report the moment they prepare to strike.”

Xuan Ye said nothing more; his body dissolved into a wisp of green smoke.

Shanhai Pass, military camp courtyard—

“Old Mo, the Destiny Struggle is about to begin. Should we send someone back to protect your academy head?” Ye Ting sounded worried.

Mo Yuan closed his eyes, his expression no longer his usual calm composure.

After a long pause—

He spoke, voice hoarse: “No need. I’ve made backup arrangements.”

Then he pressed his hand against his chest, his breath visibly unsteady.

Seeing this, Ye Ting’s face tightened: “Itachi’re injured? I’ll call the medic!”

Mo Yuan weakly waved him off: “No need. I can regulate my own qi.”

Ye Ting pulled two vials from his chest and placed them on the table: “Don’t be stubborn! Ordinary pills can’t suppress this wound—if Itachi keep pushing, Itachi won’t even know how Itachi died!”

Mo Yuan was about to refuse when his chest surged violently—a jet of black blood rose to his throat, which he forcibly swallowed back.

He looked at Ye Ting’s serious face and finally relented, though his voice remained hoarse.

“Watch the area near Jiannan Pass—I sensed the presence of Taotie.”

Ye Ting exhaled in relief: “Don’t worry. Lu Qing has already gone to assist Nan Zhu.”

Mo Yuan’s gaze turned to Shanhai Pass’s walls: “The barrier’s strength is fading. Right now, we can hold off four enemies with it—if it falls, we’re finished.”

Mo Yuan sighed: “We must rely on this Destiny Struggle. If we win, we can rapidly replenish our Sacred Realm numbers to counter the outside.”

Night Watch Base, Jiang Xia’s dormitory.

Jiang Xia lay on his bed and summoned his system: “System, claim my mission reward.”

【Ding~ System detects host has successfully defeated Zhu Yan】

【Reward granted: 10 Low-Level Draws, 2 Mid-Level Draws】

【Proceed with one-click draw?】

Looking at the meager rewards on the system panel, Jiang Xia complained.

“No High-Level Draws at all? System, Itachi’re too stingy!”

【Ding~ Mission rewards are randomized. Proceed with one-click draw?】

“Fine, fine—do it!”

【Ten consecutive Low-Level Draws】

【Congratulations! Host obtained: 30 Detonation Seals, 4 Rations, Electric Shadow Clone Technique, 20 Kunai】

【Two Mid-Level Draws】

【Congratulations! Host obtained: Ninjutsu—Body Switch Technique, Ninjutsu—Rasengan (Sage Mode: Self-Initiated Rasengan with Jiraiya’s Dual Form)】

【Host】: Jiang Xia

【Realm】: Great Martial Master, Early Stage (4020/)

【Abilities】: SSS-Rank Mangekyo Sharingan, SSS-Rank Rinnegan, SSS-Rank Wood Release

【Skills】: Izanagi, Shinra Tensei, Wanxiangtianyin , Geppaku Tensei, Amaterasu, Kamui, Tsukuyomi, Ninjutsu—Shadow Clone Technique, Genjutsu—Chakra Suppression Technique, Rasengan…

【Physique】: 1500 Qi

【Items】: Detonation Seals, Kunai, 20,000 Huaxia Coins, 8 Rations, Jiraiya’s Icha Icha Paradise, 30 Shuriken

【Ninja Tools】: Kusanagi Sword, Juuken Sword, Hachisaku Mirror

【Points】:

【Draw Opportunities】: None

Jiang Xia was reasonably satisfied with the draw results.

Though the Body Switch Technique held no value for him, given his Sharingan illusions and Tsukuyomi, at least he got the Rasengan.

Jiang Xia condensed pale blue spiritual energy at his fingertip; as his wrist spun rapidly, the air hummed faintly.

A fist-sized sphere of energy formed in his palm, chakra surging along its surface, making the papers beside his bed rustle.

“The Rasengan’s power is even more brutal than I imagined,” he grinned, then deactivated it and lay back on his bed.

————

Morning.

“Watch me molt, grab it with my hand!”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Jiang Xia was still dreaming of surpassing the Kage in a thousand games when a violent pounding on his door forcibly rebooted him.

“Shit!”

Jiang Xia rubbed his bleary eyes and sat up, assuming it was Wang Pangzi bothering him again.

He opened the door, ready to curse, but froze at the sight of two Night Watch members in uniform.

The two members, seeing him open the door, also paused, then quickly spoke: “Student Jiang, Commander Lu ordered Itachi, Student Wang, and Student Ye to report to his office shortly.”

“We’ve already notified Student Wang and Student Ye. We came specially to remind Itachi.” Then they hurried off.

Jiang Xia faintly heard them mutter something about “liberal, little bird.”

He scratched his head, closed the door, and headed to wash up—then froze at the mirror, staring at his bare body. Due to morning arousal, certain parts remained prominently active.

“Damn it, where are my clothes?!”

Connecting their earlier words, his heart sank completely.

After washing and changing, Jiang Xia met up with Wang Teng and Ye Lingxi and headed together to Lu Wujiu’s office.

“Old Xia, I feel like everyone’s staring at us,” Wang Teng said confidently.

He even flicked his hair: “Maybe I’ve gotten handsomer lately?”

Jiang Xia lowered his head, refusing to respond, yet still catching fragments of whispers.

“That’s Student Jiang, right? He always seems so aloof—yet he goes bird-walking?”

“Shh, quiet! Maybe it’s just his personal hobby?”