Three-Tomoe Sharingan!

What was the essence of the Tang Sect? Hidden weapons, poisons, and lightness skill. The greatest difference between the Tang Sect's inner and outer branches lay in how they used hidden weapons. The outer branch mainly relied on mechanisms, while the inner branch used true technique. Poisons were generally used only by the outer branch; the hidden weapons of direct inner-branch disciples rarely used poison, because they simply had no need for it.

As an elite of the Tang Sect, Tang San had originally believed that cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Manual was enough to let him stand above his peers.

The Xuantian Treasure Record recorded six martial arts: the internal cultivation method Mysterious Heaven Skill, the hand-training method Mysterious Jade Hand, the eye-training method Purple Demon Eyes, the grappling method Seize Crane, Capture Dragon, the movement method Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and the hidden-weapon method Hundred Explanations of Hidden Weapons.

At first, whenever Tang San used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, each step carried him nearly ten feet. The uneven, pothole-ridden mountain paths posed no obstacle to him whatsoever; he moved as though walking on level ground, faster than an ordinary adult.

However,

Yang Ming proved through his actions that one need not fear Liu Chan activating Little Overlord Shield—what one feared was Han Xin activating Ruthless Charge!

The branch in Yang Ming's hand seemed practically alive. What looked like an ordinary pole vault sent him nearly twenty feet each time. And that was only because Yang Ming was still young; once he grew older, that distance might increase even further!

Watching Yang Ming stand at the village entrance, Tang San's mind went blank for a moment.

This was simply unbelievable!

Tang San rubbed his eyes and confirmed that he had not mistaken the person. Yang Ming was still Yang Ming, yet he was no longer the Yang Ming who had previously buried himself in basic training.

Could it be... that he had been pretending to be weak all along?

Tang San's heart jolted. His own thought frightened him, and when he looked at Yang Ming again, his gaze had already changed.

Just then, Yang Ming placed a hand on his shoulder and said earnestly,

"My foolish little brother, why aren't you calling me big brother yet?"

Tang San's face darkened. Could he stop bringing up that joke? He was about to have a heart attack from fright.

Even if I, Tang San, die—die outside and get eaten by wild beasts—I will never call you big brother!

Tang San remained silent. Filled with resentment, he brushed past Yang Ming and hurried home.

I'm out of here, I'm out of here.

Watching Tang San's hurriedly departing back, Yang Ming felt the shadow that had hung over his heart for years vanish in an instant. The sky was vast, the birds free to fly, and he was just about to shout, "Laughing toward the sky as I step out the door, how could people like us be mere weeds?"

But just then, the system's voice rang out in his mind.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, Host, for speaking a classic line from Itachi Uchiha in Naruto. You have received one lottery chance. Would you like to activate the lottery wheel?"

Speaking of the anime Naruto, its most tragic character was undoubtedly Itachi Uchiha. Originally an unparalleled genius, he graduated from the ninja academy at age seven, awakened the Sharingan at eight, became a Chunin at ten, joined the Anbu at eleven, and was promoted to Anbu squad captain at thirteen.

It could be said that the first half of his life was a living legend.

Unfortunately, heaven envied his talent. At such a young age, Itachi Uchiha had to bear burdens no child his age should have carried—the fate of a clan and a village. In the end, sacrificing his small family for the greater good, and also for his younger brother Sasuke, he resolutely destroyed the Uchiha Clan that had raised him.

Putting aside those thoughts, Yang Ming found a virtual wheel appearing before him.

Itachi Uchiha possessed many things: the Chakra Refinement Method, ninja tools, spirit tools, ninjutsu, genjutsu, taijutsu, Kekkei Genkai, and even Itachi Uchiha himself appeared on the virtual wheel!

That meant Yang Ming had a chance to draw Itachi Uchiha!

However, seeing that the slot containing Itachi Uchiha occupied only one percent of the wheel's total area—meaning only the luckiest of people could draw him—Yang Ming shook his head. Considering himself cursed with terrible luck, he gave up on that fantasy and clicked "Yes"!

The virtual wheel started spinning.

It went from slow to fast, then from fast to slow, until the pointer finally stopped on a purple slot. "This..."

Seeing the great treasure inside the slot, Yang Ming's breathing quickened.

If Itachi Uchiha himself was the greatest prize, then the Kekkei Genkai he possessed was the next greatest prize!

And now, what appeared before Yang Ming was none other than the Three-Tomoe Sharingan!

The One-Tomoe Sharingan was barely useful, while the Two-Tomoe Sharingan could see through certain ninjutsu and copy some techniques. But upon reaching the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, it underwent a qualitative transformation.

Three-Tomoe Sharingan: Powerful insight vision, capable of seeing through and imitating skills. (No chakra consumption required.)

Just like when he had previously obtained Han Xin's Ruthless Charge, a massive flood of information surged into Yang Ming's mind. Even though he had experienced it once before, Yang Ming still could not help crying out in pain.

This mass of information contained Itachi Uchiha's experiences in developing the Sharingan, as well as his experience using the Three-Tomoe Sharingan. Moreover, unlike Kakashi, Yang Ming had not transplanted this Sharingan; it was as though it had always belonged to him.

"Whew!"

After receiving huge amounts of information twice in succession, Yang Ming felt his head buzzing. He was dizzy and lightheaded, and a wave of lingering fear rose in his heart. If another information explosion came, his head might burst like a watermelon.

This made Yang Ming abandon the idea of frantically spouting memes to farm rewards. At the very least, he needed time to recover first.

Yang Ming sprinted all the way home. Someone had long been seated in the main hall: an old man who looked to be in his sixties. He was tall and thin, but full of vigor. His clothes were clean and neat, and his hair was combed without a single strand out of place. Compared to Yang Ming's filthy appearance, they were complete opposites.

He was Old Jack, the village chief of Holy Soul Village.

When Old Jack saw his grandson return, a hint of affection flashed through his eyes. Then he put on a stern face and said seriously,

"Why aren't you getting washed up? If you're any later, breakfast will be cold!"

Yang Ming answered with an "Oh" and hurriedly slipped into the bathroom.

Old Jack laughed helplessly and shook his head. "That little rascal! When will he ever become more steady?"

Though he said that, the pride on his face showed just how satisfied he was that Yang Ming had completed his difficult daily training.

After a long while, Yang Ming finished bathing and emerged in clean clothes. He was no longer barefoot, having put on a pair of shoes.

The breakfast on the table was much more plentiful than that of an ordinary household: a bowl of fresh milk, white rice porridge with diced meat, and several kinds of fruit, ensuring both fullness and nutrition as much as possible.

Yang Ming had long been starving. He grabbed his bowl and gulped down the meat porridge, feeling his churning stomach finally settle.

Only after Yang Ming had finished breakfast did Old Jack say to him,

"One month from now, this year's awakening ceremony will be held as scheduled. When the time comes, don't lose to Old Tang's third boy."

Yang Ming's expression turned solemn. Wiping the remnants from the corner of his mouth, he said with complete confidence,

"Grandpa, don't worry. I won't lose."

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