Wuhu~ This Young Master is Taking Off!

"Is this... my mental world?"

In a daze, he seemed to have arrived at a magical place. It was a void of chaos, save for a small patch of light in the center. Suspended within that light was a primitive, pot-shaped object, radiating an ancient, mysterious aura.

"Eh? What the hell is that?"

Qing Wu was curious. He immediately stepped forward to take a closer look, and was instantly stunned, his expression becoming comically exaggerated.

"Holy crap... no... it can't be, right?"

Qing Wu was dumbfounded. This was actually the Demon Refining Pot—would you believe it? That was correct; although he didn't recognize those archaic inscriptions, the pot had conveyed its identity directly to his mind.

However, there was only a single ball of light inside the pot, and it carried a sense of pressure, seemingly drawing Qing Wu closer with a feeling of familiarity.

Damn it.

Qing Wu was momentarily stupefied. What was that thing in the Demon Refining Pot? What was its purpose? Why was it attracting him? Should he go over? While his mouth questioned whether he should, his body was honest; he subconsciously reached out and tapped the ball of light.

"Oh, crap... this humble one was careless, I didn't dodge!"

The next moment, the ball of light erupted with brilliance and surged toward Qing Wu, enveloping him. The impulsive Qing Wu cried out that he was finished, never expecting his transmigration journey to end like this...

"Oh, crap... this humble one was careless, I didn't dodge! Wait, it's warm... and what are these?"

But after waiting for a long time, Qing Wu realized he was fine. A vast amount of information flooded his mind, and he finally understood why he had come to the world of Naruto.

"Man, my previous life ended a bit too hastily," Qing Wu muttered after organizing the information in his mind, though a smirk hung on his lips. This time, he had hit the jackpot.

It turned out that during the Great War of the Investiture of the Gods in a certain mythological world, the divine artifact Demon Refining Pot was shattered and fell into a deep slumber. Then, the world changed, spiritual energy began to wither, and the gods were forced to leave Blue Star for the starry universe in search of opportunities, eventually turning cultivation into mere legend.

Time passed, and no one knew how many years had gone by before the Demon Refining Pot was discovered by Qing Wu in his old family home.

Qing Wu thought it looked nice and brought it back, never expecting that a short circuit would cause the artifact to absorb energy and reactivate. During its activation, it drained a massive amount of electricity from the entire city along the power lines, causing the local space to become unstable. The void shattered, and he was transported to the Naruto world.

The power of time and space shredded Qing Wu's body, and his blood and soul soaked into the rebooting Demon Refining Pot, granting him a preliminary "recognition of master." It was the luck of eight lifetimes.

However, the road to truly having the artifact recognize him as its master was likely long and arduous; the gap in their levels was too vast. For now, he was at most a temporary vessel for the artifact, a tool—or in short, a host.

Back to the point: after the Demon Refining Pot arrived in the two-dimensional ninja world through the shattered space, it sought out suitable bloodline materials to reshape Qing Wu's body in order to save its host—this was the pot's specialty.

It scoured the world and finally found a fragment of a massive spiritual root and the remains of several powerful beings. After the Demon Refining Pot refined their essence and preserved their original abilities, it reshaped his body. But this era was too dangerous, with powerful figures constantly clashing (the conflict between Indra and Ashura).

The Demon Refining Pot discovered the power of time and space, so it traveled through the Dragon Vein to the future to search for a suitable maternal host.

After Qing Wu was finally born, the Demon Refining Pot fell into a deep slumber within him to recover, sealing most of his bloodline power to avoid attracting the greed of villains.

Even so, the Otsutsuki bloodline still granted Qing Wu a long life, at the cost of slow growth.

"So that's how it is! So that's how I came to this world! How interesting... not."

Qing Wu blankly ruminated on everything in his mind, feeling that it was all so unreal—too fantastical.

"My head is buzzing... what is this? Holy crap, is this? This is the Otsutsuki inheritance... haha..."

Qing Wu discovered that a wealth of memories had appeared in his mind, concerning magical skills, their descriptions, and countless ways to use them. He couldn't help but exclaim in wonder.

"The Demon Refining Pot is indeed the Demon Refining Pot; it's truly awesome. This method of returning to the origin is just incredible..."

"Although this Demon Refining Pot of ours is most likely just a replica from the supreme Primordial World, I am already very satisfied. One must be content, hehehe~"

However, when Qing Wu thought of the legends surrounding the Demon Refining Pot, he felt relieved. That was the supreme treasure used by the Holy Mother in the Primordial World to create life! Thinking of this, Qing Wu giggled foolishly.

"Mom, your son seems to have really made it big. Thanks to the supreme, benevolent, and kind Holy Mother for her protection, thanks to my ancestors, thanks to socialism... thanks to the Party and the people..."

Even after being baptized by the internet, now that true, overwhelming wealth had fallen upon his head, Qing Wu's state of mind was truly wavering, and he began to ramble. After all, before he transmigrated, he was just an ordinary shut-in, a pathetic single guy...

(Demon Refining Pot: This old one chose this host, I fear he might be an idiot. The future is bleak, sigh~)

Reborn into this life as a child who was congenitally weak and orphaned, living in a world of Naruto where power was everything and wars were frequent, he had lacked any sense of security from the start. Now that things had taken a turn, how could he keep his composure?

"Man, is all this real? I've hit the jackpot! As expected of the Demon Refining Pot, it's truly amazing."

"Haha... no... no... huff... huff... I need to calm down, I can't act rashly... calm... calm... don't get excited... huff... deep breaths... huff..."

Subsequently, Qing Wu began to grow restless, as he wanted to test it out, but he remained rational. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing to soothe his excitement, and closed his eyes to properly organize the methods for using these skills, so as not to accidentally hurt himself.

(Demon Refining Pot: Although this child is mediocre and his aptitude is unruly, such a temperament is worth molding.)

"I'll know once I try. A great man once said that practice is the only criterion for testing truth."

Qing Wu raised his hand, opened his palm, and pointed his fingers forward... then exerted force. A certain power within his body was easily mobilized, as if by instinct.

"Yin-Yang Release."

Thwip-thwip-thwip-thwip-thwip-thwip!

It sounded just like a machine gun.

Rat-tat-tat! Toothpick-like Black Receivers poured out, riddling the stone in front of him with holes.

"Not bad power. It seems everything in my memory is real. I ask you, who else is there?"

"Hohoho! Behold my Rain of Pears Blossom Needles..."

Qing Wu was overjoyed, playing with it to his heart's content. However, he also knew he was too weak and his chakra was too low. Was it appropriate for his Yin-Yang Release Black Receivers to look like toothpicks?

"But for now, keep a low profile. Everything must be low-key, otherwise, if I'm discovered, I'll have to spend every day guarding against the schemes of certain ambitious people."

"That would be too exhausting."

"Just wait until I've finished building up my reserves, and I'll show you exactly why the flowers are so red~"

He had already begun his cultivation this year, and his chakra levels were increasing with each passing day, yet he still lacked a single offensive technique.

This one looked decent enough in terms of power, and for a child like him, it was already quite impressive.

"Let's keep looking, see what else there is..."

"No way... so it was him... this poor unlucky bastard..."