The Second Scientist! The Ninja World's Orochimaru, Descends Upon Douluo!

Hu Liena's hands were trembling.

That cheap ballpoint pen felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in her grip.

"Three million Gold Soul Coins... plus the inventory list of all rare metals in Gengxin City..."

She gritted her teeth, staring daggers at the young man before her who wore an expression of breezy indifference. This wasn't a trade; it was broad-daylight robbery! And the kind where you were forced to smile while handing over your money.

"What? Is the Saintess finding it too expensive?"

Qin Feng blew on the IOU he had just written and said nonchalantly, "If you think it's too expensive, you don't have to buy it. But I should remind you, I've scattered the seeds of those 'Guardian No. 1' plants all over this valley. Without my special inhibitor, they will wither from energy exhaustion in three hours, and by then..."

He gestured toward the army of mutated plants surrounding them like a wall of copper and iron.

"Your subordinates, and you yourself, will likely become fertilizer for these plants."

This was a naked threat!

Hu Liena took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently. She knew she had no choice. This guy named Qin Feng didn't play by the rules at all. He didn't care about the prestige of Martial Soul Hall, nor did he fear the threat of Title Douluo. In his eyes, there seemed to be only two words: "profit" and "data."

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Hu Liena quickly signed her name and pressed a bright red thumbprint onto the paper.

"Here!" She flung the IOU at Qin Feng, her eyes filled with venom. "Qin Feng, you'd better pray this potion actually works. Otherwise, the wrath of Martial Soul Hall is not something you can withstand!"

"Thanks for your patronage."

Qin Feng smiled as he tucked the IOU away, flicking the paper to make a crisp sound.

"Grey Wolf, untie the Saintess. And throw in a bottle of 'herbicide' for her."

Grey Wolf walked over, looking reluctant. As he unfastened the electromagnetic net, he muttered, "So stingy. You won't even share a bit of those three million Gold Soul Coins with me. I need to buy a new sheep-catching spaceship..."

Once free, Hu Liena took one last deep look at Qin Feng, then glanced at Tang San, who was still staring blankly into space. She let out a cold snort and, carrying the weight of her humiliation and disheveled state, turned and left.

She didn't want to stay in this hellhole for another second.

The people here were all lunatics!

As the Martial Soul Hall members departed, only Qin Feng's group remained in the mountain hollow, along with Tang San, who was still questioning his own existence.

Tang San gripped the severed piece of Ghost Vine so tightly his knuckles turned white.

He had lost.

Lost completely.

Whether it was brute force, the theories he took such pride in, or even his choices for absorbing soul rings, everything seemed so pale and powerless in the face of what Qin Feng called "science."

"Why..."

Tang San looked up, his eyes bloodshot, his voice as raspy as if it had been dragged across sandpaper.

"How can you do these things? Without using soul power, without a martial soul, just by relying on those... cheap tricks?"

"Cheap tricks?"

Qin Feng put away the IOU, turned around, and looked down at Tang San. His gaze was like that of a god standing in the clouds, looking down at an ant struggling in the mud.

"Tang San, you are wrong."

"Your so-called martial souls and soul skills are, in essence, nothing more than crude applications of energy. You know the 'what,' but you don't know the 'why.'"

"You kneel before gods, begging for power. I, however, analyze the rules and master the power."

Qin Feng tapped his own head.

"In the face of truth, even gods are just larger experimental samples."

"You... you blaspheme the gods!" Tang San roared. This was the bottom line of his faith across two lifetimes.

"Blasphemy?" Qin Feng laughed, a reckless, unbridled sound. "If tearing away the fig leaf is called blasphemy, then I prefer to call it--enlightenment."

He stopped paying attention to Tang San and turned toward the temporary laboratory bench Grey Wolf was setting up.

For a "Child of Destiny" like Tang San, who was shackled by traditional concepts, explaining any further would be like playing the lute to a cow. Only by using absolute strength to crush his pride time and time again would he understand that the times had changed.

"Grey Wolf, clear the area."

Qin Feng commanded calmly.

"You got it!" Grey Wolf pulled a giant megaphone from his pants, aimed it at Tang San and Xiao Chenyu, and bellowed: "Hey! You Blue Silver Grass loser over there, and you pampered young master who wet his pants, get lost! This Great King is about to conduct a top-secret experiment! If you don't want to become lab rats, get out of here!"

Tang San gritted his teeth, taking one last deep look at Qin Feng's back.

It was a bone-deep hatred, but also an obsession to surpass him.

"Qin Feng... one day, I will use the secret arts of the Tang Sect to personally shatter your ridiculous 'science'!"

Tang San swore in his heart, then helped the still-dazed Yu Xiaogang up and stumbled out of the mountain hollow. Xiao Chenyu and the others scrambled away as fast as they could, terrified of being caught and sliced up.

The mountain hollow finally fell silent.

Only the "rustling" of the wind blowing through the mutated foxtail grass remained.

Qin Feng stood in the center of the clearing and took a deep breath. The air was thick with the scent of blood, chemical reagents, and... the atmosphere of an approaching storm.

"System."

Qin Feng called out in his mind.

"Use the second 'Scientist of Ten Thousand Worlds' summoning authorization!"

[Ding! Command confirmed!]

[Connecting to the scientific laws of the ten thousand worlds...]

[Filtering for a scientist compatible with the current plane's rules...]

[Filtering complete! Target locked!]

[Keywords: biological modification, forbidden experiments, obsession with immortality, snake.]

As the system's prompt faded, the void in front of Qin Feng suddenly began to distort.

It was not the kind of distortion caused by fluctuations in soul power, but a bizarre sensation as if space itself were being forcibly pried open by some viscous, cold substance.

A nauseating, fishy stench blew out from the void rift without warning.

The surrounding temperature plummeted by more than ten degrees instantly.

Grey Wolf, who had been fiddling with his instruments, suddenly stopped his movements. His grey fur stood on end, his tail tucked between his legs, and a low, uneasy growl rumbled in his throat.

"Woof! Something's wrong... Awoo! Qin Feng! This smell... this smell is not right!"

"It's even more dangerous than Red Wolf's frying pan!"

Even Xiao Wu, who had been sulking to the side, suddenly snapped her head up, her pink eyes filled with unprecedented fear. As a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, her intuition was sharper than anyone else's.

It was the aura of a natural predator.

It was the cold, emotionless aura of slaughter unique to cold-blooded creatures.

"Hiss—"

A faint sound of a snake flicking its tongue echoed, as if it had drilled directly into the marrow of their brains.

From the void rift, a hand, pale and devoid of any color, reached out.

Following it was a slender figure.

He wore a light purple kimono with a thick purple shimenawa tied around his waist, his long black hair cascading down his back like a waterfall.

What was most striking was his face.

Pale as paper, with purple eyeshadow at the corners of his eyes, his golden, slit-pupil snake eyes glinted with a chilling light, full of inquiry and greed for all things in the world.

The craziest scientist of the Naruto world.

One of the Sannin.

Orochimaru!