Chapter 221: My lower parts are already completely destroyed

"This painting depicts the ancestor of the Otsutsuki clan, Lord Hamura Otsutsuki, leading his clansmen to farm on the moon."

Huh. So the Second Great-Uncle's staff actually has this use?

Uchiha Gin looked at Hamura Otsutsuki in the painting, holding a rake and wiping away sweat, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

"What is painted here is the Divine Tree that the Otsutsuki clan has worshipped for generations."

"And here is..."

Walking through the luxurious corridor of the palace, Uchiha Gin, with his hands behind his head, observed the exquisite paintings hanging on the walls.

Looking at the black puppet that had been chattering incessantly in front of him, his eyes darted around, and he spoke up to interrupt.

"You say the Otsutsuki clan has so many treasures, so where is the most important treasure of them all?"

"..."

Hearing Uchiha Gin's sudden question, the black puppet fell into a silence; its yellow eyes flickered on and off, as if it were running a self-diagnostic.

Sigh, it seems I really can't get any information about the Tenseigan.

Uchiha Gin turned his head away, feeling somewhat disappointed. He had been a bit presumptuous; what enemy would just casually tell a stranger about their secret weapon? They aren't idiots.

"Beep, beep, beep. The treasure of the Otsutsuki clan is over there."

Just as Uchiha Gin turned to leave, the black puppet, which had been silent for a long time, saw a blue light flash in its eyes once more. Re-activated, it extended its long arm, pointed into the distance outside the window, and said slowly in a mechanical voice.

Uchiha Gin, filled with surprise, looked in the direction it was pointing and saw a massive castle several times more luxurious than the palace he was currently in.

That castle towered into the clouds, standing above all the floating islands. Its gold-inlaid stone walls shimmered, and the huge, exquisite rose windows embedded in the walls were dazzling. At a glance, it was clearly the perfect place to store treasures.

"What kind of treasure? Tell me about it."

Uchiha Gin hadn't expected that by changing his method of questioning, the other party would just reveal their family's bottom line.

Sure enough, a life of comfort had caused the Otsutsuki clan to lose their sense of crisis. As long as the keywords weren't triggered, any question could be answered.

"The treasure is naturally the Otsutsuki clan's most..."

Uchiha Gin hurriedly pricked up his ears to listen; only a fool wouldn't listen to intelligence when it's available.

"Oh my~ Gin, Big Sister is back. Where are you?"

Unfortunately, at this critical moment, a coy voice came from behind them, interrupting what the black puppet was about to say. Uchiha Gin sighed inwardly.

This kind of plot twist is truly speechless.

"The Master is looking for us. Please return with me."

The black puppet stopped its explanation. After hearing the call from Biluo Otsutsuki, its head did a 180-degree turn, and it stared fixedly at Uchiha Gin with its two lifeless yellow eyes, urging him to move.

"Alright, I look forward to your next explanation."

Uchiha Gin clapped his hands, putting on a show of being appreciative. Although it wasn't complete, at least the other party had told him the hiding place of the treasure, so the trip wasn't in vain.

"Gin, for these next few days, you should just rest here. Once Big Sister finishes the work at hand, I will take you outside for a good look around."

Listening to Biluo Otsutsuki's coy voice and looking at the woman before him who resembled a mountain of flesh, Uchiha Gin couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Feeling himself locked onto by a gaze full of affection, he found it very difficult to associate the phrase "flirtatious eyes" with her pair of mung-bean eyes.

Subconsciously crossing his legs, Uchiha Gin feigned a look of confusion and asked with a frown,

"May I ask, when will I be able to return?"

"Hehe, don't be anxious, little brother. Our clan hasn't had a guest from below in a long time. Let us prepare for a few days and throw you a grand welcome party."

Biluo Otsutsuki chuckled, the fat on her face trembling uncontrollably. It was like the low groan of an ancient god. Even Uchiha Gin, who had some immunity to Pogor, felt a slight chill in his heart.

"Then I shall respectfully obey."

Uchiha Gin suppressed the churning in his stomach, forced a polite smile, and nodded in agreement.

Hearing Uchiha Gin's words, Biluo Otsutsuki looked him up and down once more.

She subconsciously licked her lips, then smiled and gave a few instructions to the black puppet before leaving with great reluctance.

Biluo, oh Biluo, how can you be so obsessed with male beauty? You still have a project proposal to write; that is a matter of great importance concerning the rise and fall of the Otsutsuki clan.

Watching the mountain of flesh walk away, a few thoughts flashed through Uchiha Gin's eyes. At this time, shouldn't the Otsutsuki clan be busy activating the Tenseigan?

Why would they value him, an outsider from the ground, so much? There must be some unspeakable secret in this.

However, the priority now is to verify the Otsutsuki clan's treasure. Logically speaking, that so-called treasure should undoubtedly be the Tenseigan.

Elsewhere,

In a secret dungeon of the Otsutsuki clan.

Under the dim candlelight, several aged figures lay flat on the stone floor covered in hay.

Their complexions were sallow and withered, their hands and feet were shackled with heavy chains, and their tattered clothes were covered in torn wounds, from which black pus and blood flowed.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

One of the figures, who was still relatively young, coughed with difficulty, a sound like a broken bellows coming from his throat, enough to sadden any listener and move them to tears.

"The time is almost up."

"Save your strength. You're only sixty; you still have many years to endure."

An old man with white hair and beard lying beside him looked at the man trying to get up and advised him. From his deathly gray face, one could not see a single desire to live.

Aside from the two talking, the other men lying there had only emptiness in their eyes. Except for their chests rising and falling slightly, proving they were still alive, no other signs of life could be seen.

"Why! We are also of the Otsutsuki clan, why treat us like this?"

The sixty-year-old man shouted in pain, his tone filled with unspeakable bitterness. He was already at this age, yet he still had to be taken care of by dozens of people in turns every day.

My lower parts are already completely destroyed!

"Creak~"

Just then, the dungeon door was opened, and a sturdy figure walked in with her head lowered. Under the flickering candlelight, Biluo Otsutsuki's terrifyingly large face slowly emerged.

Lowering her head, her small, mung-bean-like eyes scanned the old men lying on the ground without a trace of emotion.

"It's that demon!"

The sixty-year-old man, seeing Biluo Otsutsuki appear, began to tremble violently, as if he had seen the thing he feared most in his heart.

"..."

The other old men, perhaps long since accustomed to it, did not let out the same scream as the man before, but their slightly trembling bodies betrayed the fear they could not suppress in their hearts.

"Hmph~ truly ugly."

Having already tasted delicacies, Biluo Otsutsuki no longer had her usual cruelty. Looking at these twisted, withered wrecks before her, her eyes were filled with disgust.

Holding a handkerchief to cover her nose and mouth, she said coldly to the two puppets beside her,

"These guys are useless now. Send them to see the Ancestor!"

There was no expected torture. The old men on the ground opened their somewhat cloudy Byakugan in surprise, but there was no fear of death in their eyes; instead, it was a sense of joy at their impending release.

"Quick, quick, quick! I've waited eighty years for this day. Finally, I don't have to eat raw kidneys anymore!"

(End of chapter)