It's All Small Change!

When Hidan's voice rang out in Episode 12, all the researchers were shocked, then fell to their knees and kowtowed.

Hidan was the Evil God! The Evil God had descended! Hahaha! Long live the Evil God! Long live the Evil God!

Everyone shouted madly, their eyes blazing with fervor for the Evil God.

Hidan took out the Triple-Bladed Scythe and swung it, cutting the researcher before him in two.

Hahaha! Evil God, I understand! You want the suffering of everyone here!

Hidan let out a crazed laugh and continued swinging his blade, cutting down every researcher who tried to flee.

The Evil God has decreed that you are all sacrifices. Why run?

Weren't you the ones who believed in the Evil God the most?

This is resistance! You are traitors to the Evil God!

Hidan then charged out of the laboratory, cutting down anyone he saw. Some fought back, but every attack was useless against Hidan.

With a strange grin, Hidan came to a blood altar. The jar contained blood donated by every believer, and Fei Yun was no exception.

Hidan lifted the enormous blood jar and gulped it down.

His body turned pitch-black, covered in bizarre white markings.

Then, he used the spilled blood to draw a massive blood formation.

With a devout yet crazed expression, Hidan roared, "Everyone, come experience pain together!"

"Offer your lives and blood to the great divine god together!"

The bloody Triple-Bladed Scythe pierced his heart again, and blood burst from everyone's chests as they were nearly torn in half.

The sight was incomparably spectacular. It was as though someone had cast Water Release over the entire base—except the water was blood, dyeing the whole base red. In the blink of an eye, everyone collapsed dead. It was practically a living hell.

The fatal pain and terror of having one's heart pierced were simply wonderful!

Evil God!

Hidan somehow pulled out a pendant bearing the emblem of the Cult of Jashin and closed his eyes, praying devoutly.

After quite a while, Fei Yun climbed to his feet. His scarlet Three-Tomoe Sharingan stared at Hidan. "Don't you have anything else to do?"

Hidan seemed not to hear him, continuing to mutter with his eyes closed, looking extremely devout.

Seeing that, Fei Yun frowned and continued, "What kind of bullshit ritual is this? Isn't it taking way too long? It's still not over?"

With his eyes still closed, Hidan said impatiently, "Don't disturb me. This is the divine ritual of the Evil God."

Only after a long while did Hidan slowly open his eyes and look at Fei Yun in confusion.

"Hey, hey, who the hell are you?"

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

Fei Yun eyed him suspiciously. "Did the Evil God take half your brain too?"

Hidan's reaction time was so slow it left Fei Yun speechless. Fei Yun had been standing for ages before Hidan realized he was not dead. Since the Sharingan could not uncover anything, Fei Yun had no intention of continuing to play dead.

"What did you say?"

"Get lost! How dare you disrespect the Evil God? I'll sacrifice you right now!"

Fei Yun shook his head and flashed in front of Hidan.

His Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun as he swung his blade, severing Hidan's head.

Hidan had not yet experienced battle, and his taijutsu and genjutsu resistance were both far too poor.

Hidan's body, having lost the control of his brain, fell weakly to the ground. Yet even with his head cut off, his mouth continued cursing.

Fei Yun directly picked up his head and cast a Three-Tomoe Sharingan genjutsu. "Tell me how to learn the Immortal Body."

Hidan muttered.

"It was bestowed by the gods..." At that moment, an incomparably terrifying spiritual pressure forcibly shattered the Sharingan genjutsu and knocked Hidan unconscious.

Fei Yun felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, goosebumps covering his entire body. Though he could see nothing, he felt as though he could be crushed into powder at any moment, as if he were being watched by the eyes of a god. That invisible pressure enveloped Fei Yun, seemingly examining him. He instinctively unleashed 60 units of Spiritual Power, breaking through the suffocating pressure.

"I don't care what kind of Evil God you are. If you've got the guts, show yourself and fight me!"

He forcibly steeled himself and stabilized his condition.

He had a feeling that if he did not overpower that fear with his Spiritual Power, he would be controlled by the invisible force. A moment later, for some unknown reason, the mysterious energy faded away as though it had never appeared. Fei Yun could not help wondering whether he had fallen under a genjutsu just now.

Fei Yun shook his head. He stopped dwelling on the matter and began looting the Cult of Jashin.

He had not obtained the secret technique he wanted, so Fei Yun was rather dissatisfied. Naturally, he had to make up for his losses.

After emptying the Cult of Jashin's treasury, Fei Yun's gloom vanished completely. He burst into laughter. "Nearly 300 million ryo! Hahaha! This place is wonderful! I love it here!"

With this enormous sum, Fei Yun planned to update the bounty lists.

Konoha's four great families—the Sarutobi Clan, Shimura Clan, and the families of Koharu Utatane and Homura Mitokado—not only needed higher bounties, but a wider scope as well. It was time to place comprehensive bounties on the direct relatives of Hiruzen Sarutobi, Supreme Danzo, Koharu Utatane, and Homura Mitokado. Both ordinary people and ninjas would receive increased prices, high enough to move every bounty hunter's heart.

Fei Yun experienced the feeling of a big shot crushing people with money. Money really could crush people to death—and crush plenty of them at that.

The four great families would likely have a difficult time ahead. Their ordinary members would be killed until they dared not even leave their homes. But staying inside would not help either; driven by profit, many assassins would definitely provide doorstep service.

Employers seeking missions through Konoha ninjas probably would not dare hire members of the four great families either. Their ninjas were always being attacked. If they were hired, would they protect the employer, or would the employer protect them?

After all, the bounty on a ninja from the four great families might be worth more than the goods they were escorting. Wouldn't that be paying to invite danger?

Having deeply realized the benefits of money, Fei Yun continued looting the finances. He did not even spare the corpses on the ground, stripping away every last coin.

Half an hour later, Fei Yun entered the laboratory and looked at the various instruments in amazement. He put away a large culture dish, intending to pack up Hidan's body and take it with him later.

At the workbench, Fei Yun flipped through piles of experimental records. They were filled with obscure data, strange symbols, and technical terms he could not understand at all.

Orochimaru would definitely crave these things, wouldn't he? They were experimental data on the Immortal Body, along with Hidan's body. All of it was worth a fortune. Though it was useless to me, I can sell it to someone interested, can't I?

Surely many people would go mad for this data. After all, the Immortal Body's example, Hidan, was right there. Maybe he could earn an unimaginable fortune. And having money... just thinking about it was exciting!

Outside, he placed Hidan's head and body into separate culture dishes, applied sealing techniques, then stuffed them all into a storage scroll. Living people could not survive inside a storage scroll because there was no air, but didn't he have culture dishes?

The culture dishes contained nutrient solution.

After finishing up, Fei Yun turned and walked out of the Cult of Jashin. Looking over the corpse-strewn, blood-soaked base, he sighed. "I'll do a small good deed. Rest in peace, everyone. Hahaha!"

With that, he mobilized a massive amount of chakra and formed hand seals. Earth Release: Earth Collapsing! A violent rumble sounded as the ground shook. The underground space completely caved in and was buried under huge boulders. The legendary Cult of Jashin vanished from the human world just like that.

But perhaps this was a good thing for the Land of Hot Water, because the Cult of Jashin had harmed countless people. The number of lives sacrificed each day alone was horrifying. Sure enough, when people lived too comfortably, trouble was more likely to arise.

The Land of Hot Water had long been far removed from war and was considered a relatively peaceful, tranquil country. Yet they had created an organization to research immortality, only for the entire organization to be destroyed by the very thing it had researched.

Being too well-fed was not necessarily a good thing.

After resting for a while, Fei Yun headed for the docks.

It was time to return. Recently, he had received plenty of intelligence from the Bounty Exchange. New targets were waiting.

Fei Yun quietly arrived near a seaside dock and expanded his spiritual perception.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and muttered, "As expected, they've left. Only two chunin remain hidden here to keep watch."

Just as he had expected, Konoha's people had gained nothing after so long and had withdrawn from the Land of Hot Water.

Konoha could not afford to keep wasting resources either. There was still a pile of messes in the village that required elite personnel to handle.

Fei Yun put on a hood that concealed his handsome face, entered the dock, and silently killed the two Konoha chunin.

Standing beside a seaside rock, Fei Yun looked down at the two Konoha chunin at his feet as their body heat gradually faded. The seawater mercilessly washed away the blood beneath their corpses. He was examining the Konoha bounty list given to him by the Bounty Exchange. After comparing it carefully for a long time, he found that neither chunin had a bounty on them, and his face immediately showed disdain.

"How useless. You don't even have bounties on your heads, and you call yourselves ninjas?"

As Fei Yun spoke, he kicked them into the sea, one after the other.

Fei Yun felt no guilt whatsoever.

That was simply how missions were for ninjas. Either you killed others, or others killed you.

Memories surfaced in Fei Yun's mind.

He remembered that back when he was in Konoha, the village chief would happily send people out on missions. In truth, they were going out in groups to kill people. If the mission succeeded, they returned to the village and held a celebration, eating and drinking together with their companions. If the mission failed, they returned to attend their companions' funerals and mourn silently for a few days.

To be honest, Fei Yun hated that ignorant, boring ninja life. They lived day to day in a daze, completely unaware of what they were thinking.

What was there to celebrate about killing someone else?

If you went to kill people and were killed in return, what was there to mourn about?

They shouted every day that they had long been prepared, that it was the Will of Fire, never realizing that hardly any ordinary ninja in Konoha Village could live to old age.

There were exceedingly few ninjas who lived past forty, and surviving that long required the luck of several lifetimes.

In many eras, anyone who made even a rough estimate would know that the average ninja lifespan could hardly exceed thirty.

More than half of the clans that existed when Konoha was founded had actually vanished during the nearly forty years of rule by Konoha's four-person group. This included the three great clans that once struck fear throughout the world: the Senju Clan, the Uchiha Clan, and their staunch ally, the Uzumaki Clan.

Though the Uzumaki Clan still had Uzumaki Naruto, the Senju Clan still had Tsunade, and the Uchiha Clan still had Sasuke, the Sarutobi Clan alone had three thousand ninja members. Sure enough, being a ninja only required a brain for analyzing battles, not for seeing reality clearly.

Anyone with even a little sense could see that most Konoha ninjas, including himself, were merely pitiful tools and cannon fodder. Even six-year-old children were sent onto the battlefield by the higher-ups.

Why could the four great families remain so prosperous and maintain so many ninjas? Of course, the members of Konoha's other ninja clans understood perfectly well, but none dared speak. So many ninja clans had already been exterminated. When Konoha was founded, there had been more than sixty ninja clans; now, only a dozen or so remained. The Hyuga Clan was nearly forced to death, yet its clan head did not dare make a sound. The Yamanaka Clan had children seized year after year and sent into Root to be trained as machines, yet they did not dare make a sound.

The moment the Uchiha Clan voiced even a little dissatisfaction, it was directly exterminated.