[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut":3,"chapter-simultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut-simultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut-chapter-114":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simultaneously Transmigrated: Starting from Naruto, Invincible Across All Realms",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2321438,4541,"Chapter 114: Soul Demon? Immortal!","simultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut-chapter-114",114,"\u003Cp>The crowd waited in the hall for a while, and soon the prince’s guards brought a man and a woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was Guo Jing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was pale, his clothes tattered, and he looked utterly worn out, like a beggar straight out of the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These days in prison had been hard on Guo Jing; though Sha Tongtian, out of caution, had held back, he still suffered greatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Going from one meal to the next without certainty was routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Guo Jing, the girl’s treatment was far better—her entire body was clean, her spirit vibrant, her complexion flushed; she looked less like a captive and more like a guest visiting the palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke spoke to her gently, courteously: “Miss Huang, please accompany us shortly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pretentious lecher before her filled Huang Rong with revulsion; she sneered, “Ouyang Ke, Itachi poisoned me and kidnapped me to this place—if my father finds out, he’ll make Itachi die a miserable death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke chuckled lightly, “Miss Huang, Itachi overstate it. I merely feared for your safety alone outside, so I resorted to this measure to bring Itachi here. I’m certain Master Huang will understand my intentions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rest assured, I’ve already sent word to my uncle. Before Master Huang finds Itachi, my uncle Ouyang Feng will arrive first to await him—then I shall formally propose marriage to Master Huang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pah!” Huang Rong wrinkled her delicate nose in disdain. “Marry Itachi? Dream on! When the time comes, I’ll have my father kill Itachi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke ceased arguing with Huang Rong; had it not been for the golden silk hedgehog armor on her person, and his fear of offending Huang Yaoshi, he would have already taken care of this little brat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie overheard their exchange, turned to Ouyang Ke, and frowned, “This girl’s origins seem extraordinary…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke bowed. “Your Highness, this Miss Huang is the only daughter of Master Huang Yaoshi of Peach Blossom Island—her status is indeed exceptional.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie said nothing, but gave Ouyang Ke a long, piercing look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke understood, smiling: “Your Highness need not fear angering Master Huang. My uncle is his equal among the masters, and if I succeed in my proposal, the Zhao Prince’s mansion may soon have two master-level experts as honored guests.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie, upon hearing this, burst into laughter. “Then I shall extend my congratulations to Master Ouyang before the fact.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other experts looked at Ouyang Ke with envy—some people are born winners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In any age, nothing beats having the right father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, Wanyan Honglie gave the order, and a vast force of Jin soldiers began assembling outside the Zhao Prince’s mansion—even the garrison troops of Yanjing City were summoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, nearly ten thousand Jin soldiers stood in formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Kang, seeing this, wished to speak—but when he saw the expression on his father’s face, he knew the decision was already made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Wanyan Honglie treated Wanyan Kang as his own son, he still could not believe anyone could easily defeat a formation of nearly a thousand Jin soldiers—even a master might not achieve such a feat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie thought his son had been frightened into babbling nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But regardless, the man was surely an unparalleled martial expert; given Wanyan Honglie’s nature, it was better to avoid enmity if possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If neither of these two were the scholar the man sought, Wanyan Honglie could not guarantee the man wouldn’t turn his wrath upon the Zhao Mansion—likely leading to a great battle. Preparations must still be made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to see just how formidable this scholar was, as Wanyan Kang had described him so marvelously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the vast, marching army, they immediately headed toward Chu Yang’s location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around Guo Jing and Huang Rong stood Jin soldiers; though they did not know where they were going, neither dared act rashly. Frustrated, Huang Rong glanced at the dim-witted boy beside her and tilted her head, whispering, “Hey, big guy, how did they capture Itachi and bring Itachi to the Zhao Mansion?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing mumbled, “They falsely accused me of murder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong’s interest sparked instantly; she grinned, revealing two sharp incisors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Murder? Who did Itachi kill?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t kill anyone,” Guo Jing replied angrily, recounting the entire story from beginning to end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his encounter with Hou Tonghai and the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, their fierce battle, to his accidental entanglement with Chu Yang—who killed Hou Tonghai and the others, then framed him—all was laid out clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because he had been so oppressed, Guo Jing’s dull mind suddenly seemed enlightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke without a single stumble, in one smooth flow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong listened, her lovely face creasing in sympathy—this man was truly unlucky. But then she thought: those who suffer often deserve it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong asked, “Though the man who framed Itachi is despicable, have Itachi considered—if he were truly an ordinary man with no martial skill, wouldn’t he have died in the chaos between Itachi and your enemies?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the one who dragged others into trouble first; the man only killed Hou Tonghai and the others, yet spared him—already showing clear boundaries of grievance and mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing lowered his head and remained silent for a long while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong found this fool oddly endearing—he actually reflected. If it were her, she’d have simply thought the innocent bystander had bad luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She patted Guo Jing’s shoulder and grinned mischievously, “We’re in this together now—technically, we’re half-friends. If I ever meet that guy, I’ll kick his ass for Itachi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong, with skin like congealed fat, bright eyes, and white teeth, smiled like a fairy stepping from a painting—he stared, entranced, without realizing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing’s gaze reminded Huang Rong of Ouyang Ke; she frowned slightly, turned away, and ignored him, instead quietly admiring the streetscape, showing no sign of being held captive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke, traveling with Wanyan Honglie, noticed their cheerful exchange; jealousy flared instantly, darkening his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing looked utterly repulsive to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the army passed, the streets were empty; every household had shut its doors. Adults hid behind them, peering through cracks at the Jin soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children were dragged indoors, hands clamped over their mouths, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In ancient times, soldiers and bandits differed by only a thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After passing several streets, they faintly saw the martial contest arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Guo Jing’s emotions surged—he saw a familiar figure, the very man who had led him to prison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed ahead and turned to Huang Rong: “Miss Huang, that’s the man I told Itachi about!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong rose on her toes to look—there, before her, was the face she had longed for. Her expression turned utterly incredulous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came uncontrollable joy; recalling her ordeal, her eyes slowly filled with tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, Guo Jing still blundered on: “Miss Huang, Itachi just said Itachi’d help me kick—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong whirled around, glaring fiercely at Guo Jing, startling him—then without a word, she kicked him hard in the buttocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Itachi shameless, backstabbing scoundrel!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing was kicked flying, landing on the ground, eyes dazed—he didn’t understand. Just moments ago, she called him half a friend—how could she change so fast?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kick had landed on his own buttocks…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing felt only injustice, tears welling but not falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His masters were right—women’s minds were indeed the most complicated thing in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Guo Jing kicked, Ouyang Ke—who had been jealous moments before—clapped his hands in delight and laughed aloud, “Miss Huang, well kicked! I agree, this boy is no good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong sneered, “Wait. The next one to get kicked will be Itachi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie scanned the crowd, searching for Bao Xiruo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie’s eyes bulged with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Bao Xiruo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she was pressed close to a middle-aged man, wiping dirt from his face with a silk handkerchief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Xiruo’s face glowed with happiness—a look Wanyan Honglie had never seen in eighteen years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene was too shocking; Wanyan Honglie trembled violently, nearly falling from his horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Kang swiftly caught his father’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie took a deep breath, steadying his emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Kang looked at his father in suspicion—his eyes were bloodshot, like a man-eating wolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Kang was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Prince, is that the Princess?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke, watching from afar, saw the same scene and pointed in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Kang followed his gaze—and erupted in fury. “Damned scoundrel! How dare Itachi humiliate my mother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shouting “Die, dog!” he launched himself forward with lightness skill toward Yang Tiexin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his rage, Wanyan Kang even ignored Chu Yang’s presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang silently extended one foot, tripping the charging Wanyan Kang—who flew forward, tumbling head over heels to land at Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knelt on both knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight made one wonder if he were some noble son bowing to his father for a birthday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang nodded. “Young man, Itachi’re quite filial.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Tiexin looked equally astonished, quickly reaching out to help Wanyan Kang up, muttering, “Though we haven’t seen each other in eighteen years, your filial heart brings me great comfort.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Kang, enraged, pulled a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed toward Yang Tiexin’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash, Chu Yang cast a spell without a wand—his finger flicked, and the dagger flew from Wanyan Kang’s hand, clattering to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Kang stared at his empty hand, suddenly questioning reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Tiexin, seeing his son try to stab him, cried out in anguish: “Kang, I am your father!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Kang’s veins bulged; he roared, “I’m your grandfather!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Different generations?” Chu Yang turned to Mu Nianci, chuckling. “Your family’s lineage is quite tangled…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Nianci: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Xiruo stepped forward, embracing Wanyan Kang, tears in her eyes: “Kang, he is truly your father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing his mother say it outright, Wanyan Kang froze as if struck by lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his wife and the son he’d raised for eighteen years preparing to crown him with a green hat, Wanyan Honglie could no longer sit still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ordered his troops to surround Chu Yang and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cut off Bao Xiruo’s next words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang looked at the surrounding Jin soldiers—this scene had unfolded just half a censer’s burn ago, eerily familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indeed, the only lesson humanity learns from history is that humanity learns nothing from history.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang shook his head helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Wanyan Kang, Wanyan Honglie did not rashly order the Jin troops to attack; instead, flanked by a circle of martial experts, he rode his horse to stand before Chu Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing and Huang Rong had also been brought over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I assume Itachi are the master Wanyan Kang spoke of. Today, I grant Itachi this courtesy: Itachi threatened my wife and child, yet I shall not hold it against Itachi. I’ve brought Itachi the person Itachi demanded—now, I ask Itachi to grant me the same courtesy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie sat atop his towering steed, speaking with polite formality, though his voice was icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke first shoved Guo Jing out from the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him, Chu Yang was taken aback—he hadn’t expected this fellow to be imprisoned in the Zhao Prince’s mansion, nor had he imagined they’d meet here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they knew each other, Chu Yang had no intention of rescuing him from fire or water; he shook his head. “Not him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke’s expression tightened, his eyes instinctively flicking to Huang Rong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie’s face flickered with hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Ouyang Ke revealed Huang Rong’s background, his reluctance to hand her over had grown stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If events unfolded as Ouyang Ke suggested—Ouyang Feng of the West Poison and Huang Yaoshi of the East Heretic becoming in-laws, both serving the Zhao Mansion—it would suit him best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, perhaps Itachi should look again? The Zhao Mansion has no other outsider besides him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie feigned deliberation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prince Zhao, perhaps Itachi should think again? If the Zhao Mansion cannot produce a second person besides him, then today, Prince Zhao may find it hard to leave this street…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang held one hand behind his back and the other at his abdomen, smiling politely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, the atmosphere between both sides instantly turned deadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be threatened so openly before so many, even Wanyan Honglie’s patience had its limits—he was furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the crowd, Huang Rong did not know Chu Yang had come for her; she stared blankly as her former tutor stood alone against thousands, his aura undiminished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This little Chu is actually a master? He dares hide such a thing from me—I’ll make him pay when we get back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong, seething with jealousy, clenched her tiny fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Insolent rogue, show some respect!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian leapt into the air simultaneously, attacking Chu Yang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They simply did not believe Wanyan Kang’s claims that Chu Yang was so formidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Lianhu wielded a pair of black iron writing brushes; Sha Tongtian held a glossy, pitch-black iron oar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither weapon was mainstream—they were unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, they struck: Peng Lianhu targeted Chu Yang’s lower body with his brushes, while Sha Tongtian swept his iron oar across Chu Yang’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two murderers posing as bandits, calling themselves ‘Thousand-Hand Butcher’ and ‘Ghost Gate Dragon King’—it’s like gilding a shit pot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang sneered. His Observation Haki had already foreseen their moves—he reached out, snatched both the iron oar and the writing brushes, and snapped them with a slight squeeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with one kick apiece, he sent them tumbling back beneath Wanyan Honglie’s horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian’s ribs shattered; both spat blood, barely drawing breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a single exchange, two of the Zhao Mansion’s so-called Five Great Masters lay grievously wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the dying Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian, Wanyan Honglie’s heart lurched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly was a master!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie drew a deep breath, clasped his fists, and asked: “May I ask your esteemed name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang replied coolly: “My surname is Chu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie racked his brain for any renowned martial artist with the surname Chu—someone so young, yet unmistakably notable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet after much thought, he drew a blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperate for talent, Wanyan Honglie lowered himself—he dismounted, ignored his personal guards’ protests, stepped beyond the military formation, and called out loudly: “Master Chu, where do Itachi serve?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang made up a name offhand: “358th Regiment…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Wanyan Honglie was baffled—he’d never heard of a 358th Regiment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clever Huang Rong instantly realized Chu Yang was teasing the Jin prince; she burst into laughter, her voice piercing the silent ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang heard the laughter—he was certain: that was Akatsuki Huang’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d once told Akatsuki Huang the “Sword Drawn” joke back in the Southern Song town; she especially loved the line: “In a narrow path, the brave prevail.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing Akatsuki Huang was here, Chu Yang felt relieved—he’d feared all this commotion would end in vain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prince Zhao, Itachi insist the Zhao Mansion has no other outsider—but just now, I clearly heard a friend’s laughter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Itachi’re a prince, past middle age—still lying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang looked down his nose at Wanyan Honglie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie coughed twice, knowing he was in the wrong; he signaled Ouyang Ke to release Huang Rong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke himself felt uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was confident he could defeat the other four masters—but he could never match Chu Yang’s feat: defeating Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian in a single round, one against two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Lingzhi Shiren and Liang Ziweng already dead, the original Five Great Masters now stood only as himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In alleyway combat, the military formation offered no advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without elite martial artists to aid him, Chu Yang held all the advantages of time and terrain—Ouyang Ke feared he might truly withstand the Jin troops alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For now, retreat a step. When my uncle arrives, I’ll have him deal with this scholar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke was still scheming in his mind when Huang Rong stepped forward from the ranks—by the time he reacted, he dared not stop her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang waited a moment, expecting the little beggar from his memory—but instead, a delicate, graceful, beautiful girl stepped forward, oddly familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang gasped, then furiously pointed at Wanyan Honglie: “Itachi old bastard, Itachi’re twisted! Itachi made my brother dress as a girl? Brother, I’m sorry I’m late—did they do anything strange to Itachi…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before so many Jin soldiers, Wanyan Honglie was suddenly berated for no reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humiliated, his face flushed crimson—he nearly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong stomped her foot in fury, regretting she’d ever joked with Chu Yang—he now genuinely believed she was a boy with unusual tastes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was, Chu Yang had seen too many boys online who looked more beautiful than girls; he’d automatically assumed she was a cross-dressing master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a girl!” Huang Rong shouted, both embarrassed and furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said I don’t discriminate…” Chu Yang blinked, confused. “Are Itachi referring to biological or psychological?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Huang Rong understood his terms; her face burned as she gritted her teeth: “Biological.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was Chu Yang’s turn to be stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his mouth, searching for words to ease the awkwardness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago he’d been calling him “brother”—now, suddenly, “brother” was “sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang felt the scene was oddly familiar—had he seen this somewhere before?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong walked to the center of the street, then shoved Guo Jing forward, whispering: “What are Itachi staring at? Come with me! Itachi want to go back to the Zhao Mansion prison?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing, dazed, shuffled over to stand beside Chu Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though angry, Huang Rong naturally pressed close to Chu Yang—but he subtly stepped aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong noticed instantly; her cute face twisted into a snarl. “Little Chu, what’s your meaning?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang glanced at her, embarrassed: “Itachi’re too close. I’m not used to it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong snarled: “Back in the Southern Song, Itachi hugged my shoulder, patted my head, pinched my cheeks, wrapped your arm around my neck, slapped my… Now Itachi say Itachi’re not used to it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang declared solemnly: “Different. Back then, Itachi were my brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong stared coldly. “And now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang replied sincerely: “We’re all good sisters!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong’s gaze, murderous, swept over Chu Yang’s entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang coughed, then slapped his right hand with his left. “Bad hand! Look what Itachi’ve done!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong sighed. Suddenly, her head ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, why did Itachi bring this thing back?” Chu Yang pointed at the dazed Guo Jing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ouyang Ke looked at Guo Jing strangely just now. If he returns to the mansion, he’ll be in trouble. Better to save him—it’s good karma for Itachi,” Huang Rong replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang stared in shock at the fool who’d nearly gotten him killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was Guo Jing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could he possibly be…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang was about to protest—then paused. Wasn’t Guo Jing just a fool?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong thought Chu Yang was still angry; she switched to a sweet, innocent smile. “Oh, Little Chu, I know this idiot caused Itachi trouble—but with your skills, dealing with minor pests like Hou Tonghai and the Yellow River Four Ghosts is child’s play, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just forgive him…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang waved his hands. “Wait, wait—let me think.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing, Hou Tonghai, the Yellow River Four Ghosts, and a boy dressed as a girl—this plot was growing too familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang hesitated. “What’s your full name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong tilted her head. “I’m Huang Rong. Didn’t I tell Itachi?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sat bolt upright as if rising from a deathbed: Guo Jing is me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it—I’ve stolen Guo Jing’s storyline! Back when I watched the TV drama, I always thought he was an idiot for mistaking such a beautiful girl for a brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, now the stupidity has transferred to me…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang and Huang Rong chatted enthusiastically, leaving Wanyan Honglie completely ignored in front of nearly ten thousand Jin soldiers, leaving him deeply embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie had no choice but to interrupt their conversation: “Master Chu, I’ve already delivered the person Itachi requested. May I ask if Itachi will now return my wife and child?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang nodded. “Prince Zhao, rest assured—I’m a man of my word. No problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them, Yang Tiexin and his wife trembled violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faces turned deathly pale as they stared at Chu Yang in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Nianci glared at Chu Yang with uncontrollable rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her adoptive parents had stayed behind, risking their lives to help him—and this was the reward they received.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spat at Chu Yang through clenched teeth: “Itachi despicable scoundrel!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Huang Rong was displeased. She bared her small tiger teeth and snapped: “Who are Itachi calling names? Watch out—I’ll sew your mouth shut!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Nianci sneered and paid no heed to Huang Rong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong narrowed her eyes, sizing up Mu Nianci from head to toe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grudge between them was sealed in that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Chu Yang’s confirmation, Wanyan Honglie burst into delighted laughter. “Master Chu is truly a hero—once your word is given, even four horses cannot catch it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang nodded contentedly, turned to Huang Rong, and smiled: “This old bastard may be a pervert, but he knows how to judge people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong whispered: “Don’t forget his ‘golden-rimmed shit bowls’ of experts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang immediately dropped his smile and shook his head: “Forget what I just said.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie’s lips twitched, his breathing growing rapid and ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t leave soon, he’d be killed by this Chu fellow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that damn Huang girl too!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiruo, quickly bring Kang back! Today’s events—I’ll pretend they never happened!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperate to win back his wife, Wanyan Honglie spoke in a tone bordering on pleading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Xiruo firmly shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still did not know that the massacre in Niujia Village eighteen years ago had been orchestrated by Wanyan Honglie herself; she still felt a measure of guilt toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, for eighteen years, Wanyan Honglie had doted on her, never taking a concubine—even after learning Wanyan Kang was not his biological son, he raised him as his own, showering him with wealth and privilege.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In both material and emotional terms, Wanyan Honglie had never failed these two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Bao Xiruo’s eyes filled with remorse as she slowly shook her head: “Your Highness, Itachi’ve always known my heart belongs to my husband, who died eighteen years ago. That’s why Itachi built me a Niujia Village within your grand mansion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now that I’ve learned my husband still lives, I must go with him. I beg Your Highness to grant us our reunion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each of Bao Xiruo’s words was a knife plunged deep into Wanyan Honglie’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie’s eyes blazed with fury. “On what grounds do Itachi insist he is your husband? Yang Tiexin died eighteen years ago!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Xiruo, her expression sorrowful yet resolute, declared: “He is my husband—I know every inch of him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Wanyan Honglie’s rage drove him to spit blood, collapsing backward. Ouyang Ke reacted instantly, catching him by the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang stared at Bao Xiruo in awe. “She’s ruthless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, Wanyan Kang snapped out of his daze. He rose, seized Bao Xiruo’s arm, and said coldly: “I am the young prince of Jin. My father is Prince Zhao Wanyan Honglie. I don’t know who Yang Tiexin is, and I am not Yang Kang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice grew colder: “Mother, Itachi’ve been deceived by this man. How could someone dead for eighteen years suddenly appear alive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Xiruo stared at her son in disbelief—he looked utterly foreign to her now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Kang kept talking, oblivious to his mother’s expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until a sharp slap cracked across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Kang clutched his cheek, stunned. In eighteen years, his mother had never struck him so hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Tiexin and Wanyan Honglie were equally shocked—they knew Bao Xiruo’s nature. Only if she were utterly enraged would she act like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That slap silenced Wanyan Kang completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Bao Xiruo stepped forward, her gaze locked on Wanyan Honglie: “Prince Zhao, I owe Itachi eighteen years of kindness I can never repay. But if Itachi try to tear my husband and me apart, I would rather die than submit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie’s gaze turned dark. “My patience has limits. If Itachi persist, everyone here will die with Itachi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang frowned. “Everyone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie’s eyelid twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d forgotten this calamity was still here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie forced a stiff, awkward smile. “Master Chu, of course, Itachi are not included. But now that Itachi’ve found your beloved, might Itachi kindly depart? This is now my family matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phrase “beloved” painted a blush across Huang Rong’s fair cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang chuckled. “Tsk tsk—does walking slowly violate the law?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie felt like he was having a heart attack. He decided to ignore Chu Yang entirely and ordered his soldiers to surround Yang Tiexin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jin troops surged forward like a flood—but as they passed Chu Yang, they naturally veered around him, as if he were a rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kang, even if Itachi’re not my biological son, so long as I acknowledge Itachi as my son, Itachi will forever be the young prince of Jin—Wanyan Kang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie mounted his horse and called out loudly: “Kang, bring your mother back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Kang shuddered, his eyes regaining their luster. What had hurt him most was not becoming Yang Tiexin’s son—it was losing the chance to be Wanyan Honglie’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the growing number of Jin soldiers, Yang Tiexin gripped his spear and shielded his wife and daughter behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Tiexin shouted, trying to awaken his son’s conscience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his cry only enraged Wanyan Kang further—he struck first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A father-son battle erupted instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Xiruo watched, heartbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In martial skill, Yang Tiexin was no match for Wanyan Kang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Chu Yang did not intervene to stop Wanyan Kang—but Guo Jing stirred beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are Itachi doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang shot him a look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Chu… this Uncle Yang might be an old friend of my parents. I can’t just stand by.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though slow-witted, Guo Jing remembered his mother Li Ping’s words about the bond between the Guo and Yang families—and he had come from Mongolia to the Central Plains specifically to challenge Wanyan Kang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang nodded. “Go ahead. If Itachi die, I’ll bury Itachi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing bowed with both hands. “Thank Itachi, Brother Chu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seriously? He’s thanking me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing leapt forward, charging at Wanyan Kang—but he’d never drunk snake blood, so his martial arts remained unchanged. He didn’t even help—he was beaten into spitting blood within three moves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong whispered in Chu Yang’s ear: “Little Chu, when are Itachi going to act? If Itachi keep playing around, someone’s going to get killed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang asked curiously: “Why assume I’ll intervene?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong sneered: “Please, who in the entire countryside doesn’t know Itachi, Master Chu the Benevolent? Even all the beggars in town are fat from eating your food!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang said: “Kindness and principle are two different things. My principle is: a man must keep his word.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke, Yang Tiexin and Guo Jing were subdued—but neither was in mortal danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the critical moment, he still couldn’t bring himself to strike the man who might be his real father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Xiruo exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next instant, Wanyan Kang seized her hand and forcibly dragged her toward Wanyan Honglie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Tiexin’s desperate cries and Bao Xiruo’s tears failed to move Wanyan Kang’s cold heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Wanyan Honglie was gloating, ready to take Bao Xiruo away—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang suddenly spoke: “Your Highness, has the agreement between Itachi and me been fully settled?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie laughed heartily. “I’ve reclaimed my wife and child—our agreement is fulfilled, completely settled.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong, as if anticipating Chu Yang’s next move, burst into giggles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since it’s settled,” Chu Yang smiled faintly, “then what I do next has nothing to do with our prior agreement.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bad premonition stirred in Wanyan Honglie’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang brushed dust from his sleeves, polite and composed, then spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Robbery! Hand over your wife and child!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mighty prince of Jin had been mocked repeatedly by an unknown scholar. Even if Wanyan Honglie had mastered patience and restraint, even if his temper were vast, he now boiled with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was too much!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I sought talent with reverence—I treated Itachi as a worthy man, and still I yielded. Have Itachi forgotten? This is Yanjing, the capital of Jin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie roared. Hundreds of Jin soldiers surged forward, surrounding Chu Yang and his companions completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike before, where all were melee troops, Wanyan Honglie now brought many archers to the rear, while the front line consisted of shield-and-sword troops and spear formations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the most common battlefield formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer number of Jin soldiers made Huang Rong, who had been laughing moments ago, tense. She gripped Chu Yang’s arm tightly and whispered: “Little Chu… are Itachi really sure Itachi can handle them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang rolled his eyes and snapped, “Now Itachi’re scared? Just now, Itachi were the loudest one laughing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong was deeply displeased with Chu Yang’s attitude; she pouted and glared at him angrily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Tiexin, Mu Nianci, and Guo Jing all rushed to Chu Yang’s side at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the targets gathered together, Wanyan Honglie did not send his close-combat troops forward to test Chu Yang’s strength; instead, he gave a decisive order: “Shoot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of admiration passed through Chu Yang’s eyes—this man was truly a battle-hardened warlord, giving him no opening, choosing the most reliable method to end this battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All archers fired simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh~ Shhh~ Shhh~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark curtain of arrows descended like rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Bao Xiruo had already fainted from weeping on Wanyan Honglie’s horseback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Kang mounted his horse but kept his head down, not daring to look at where the arrows had fallen; he stole glances at Yang Tiexin from the corner of his eye, his hands gripping the reins trembling slightly, his face pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whistle of arrows reached Huang Rong’s ears clearly; even if she wanted to use her lightness skill to flee now, it was too late—she could only close her eyes, still clutching Chu Yang’s clothes tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Tiexin, Mu Nianci, and Guo Jing all wore expressions of despair, their bodies trembling involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Tiexin gave one final, tender look at Bao Xiruo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone believed Chu Yang and the others would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the last possible moment, Wanyan Honglie suddenly saw Chu Yang clasp his hands together and clap lightly—immediately, thick tree vines erupted from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These trees formed a solid defensive barrier, completely blocking the rain of arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone remained unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief stunned silence, Yang Tiexin and the others’ expressions shifted from despair to wild joy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Wanyan Honglie and nearly ten thousand elite Jin soldiers all wore identical faces of utter terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie shouted, “This isn’t martial arts—this is black magic! This man… is a demon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Kang, terrified beyond measure, tumbled off his horse and crashed hard onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke turned deathly pale, his legs weak; he no longer entertained any thought of asking his uncle Ouyang Feng to avenge him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s the point of seeking revenge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only wanted to run away as fast as possible—he never wanted to see Chu Yang again in this lifetime!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fear of the unknown is the most devastating, especially when such godlike abilities are displayed before ancient minds—it delivers a near-catastrophic blow to their psyche.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most Jin soldiers instantly lost their will to fight, instinctively stepping backward, their gazes toward Chu Yang filled with awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether this scholar was a demon or a celestial being, one thing was certain—he was no ordinary man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he’s not ordinary, how could we, mere mortals, possibly defeat him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the true thought of most Jin soldiers at that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang glanced at Huang Rong, who was clinging to him with all her strength, and couldn’t help teasing, “Wake up, open your eyes—we’ve reached the Underworld!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing “Underworld,” Huang Rong turned pale with fear and immediately opened her eyes, asking Chu Yang, “Already? Why do I feel nothing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang asked curiously, “What kind of feeling were Itachi expecting? A thousand arrows piercing your body before death?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the words “thousand arrows piercing,” Huang Rong’s scalp prickled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, she felt countless thumb-sized holes piercing her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lower lip quivered, tears streaming down, “I’m only fifteen—I haven’t even tried all the fun things, tasty foods, and beautiful sights yet!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang patted her head and comforted her, “It’s fine—just be more careful in your next life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong could no longer hold back; she burst into loud sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang grinned broadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Huang, I was just joking with Itachi—we’re not dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing clumsily stepped forward to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong stopped crying, looked around, and realized she’d been tricked by Chu Yang—she’d been so panicked she’d fallen for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong, who prided herself on being clever and sharp, never imagined she’d one day be fooled by such a crude trick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She immediately glared at Chu Yang in anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang didn’t want to provoke her further; he turned away first, then slowly walked toward Wanyan Honglie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With every step he took, the army before him retreated in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanyan Honglie knew continuing to retreat was no solution; he forced himself to say, “Master Chu, the conflict between us stems entirely from your beloved companion—but I did not kidnap her. The grievance has a source, the debt has a debtor—why must Itachi relentlessly pursue me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke cursed inwardly—Wanyan Honglie’s words clearly aimed to distance himself and make Ouyang Ke take the blame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he leapt into the air, using his lightness skill to sprint along the rooftops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Chu, catch him! He poisoned me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong forgot her anger and urgently warned Chu Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were an ordinary poison, Huang Rong could have cured it herself—but Ouyang Ke used a toxin meticulously prepared by the Western Poison, Ouyang Feng; only he possessed the antidote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Chu Yang also took to the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke’s lightness skill was superb, directly taught by Ouyang Feng; Wanyan Honglie had witnessed it before and marveled at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But compared to Chu Yang, he moved like a slow, wobbling hot-air balloon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang shot past Ouyang Ke with a “whoosh,” like a fighter jet at full throttle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell just flew by?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke looked utterly bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could react, Chu Yang kicked him off the rooftop, and when he landed, everyone heard the sharp crack of bones breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing pain in his waist made Ouyang Ke nearly faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, his lower body went numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong walked over and ordered, “Ouyang Ke, hand over the antidote!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Ke didn’t dare delay; he frantically fished out a vial of pills from his pocket and extended it to Huang Rong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Rong took the pills—then, in the next instant, she delivered a brutal kick straight to Ouyang Ke’s waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said I’d kick Itachi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",5872,"2026-06-20T16:23:12.107Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5214c9c6638740eece4f66f05381fd1e9cd9fc7ef26de1fc3711cbc10f31826c","simultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut-chapter-115","simultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut-chapter-113",498,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut-cover.jpg"]