Three-Tomoe Sharingan!

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

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

The Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record documented six martial arts: the inner cultivation method Mysterious Heaven Skill, the hand-training method Mysterious Jade Hand, the eye-training method Purple Demon Eyes, the grappling method Controlling Crane Capturing 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 a zhang forward. The uneven, pothole-ridden mountain paths posed no obstacle to him at all; he moved over them as if walking on level ground, faster than most adults.

However,

Yang Ming proved through his actions that there was nothing to fear from Liu Chan activating Little Overlord Shield—what was truly frightening was Han Xin activating Ruthless Charge!

The branch in Yang Ming's hand seemed to come alive. What looked like an ordinary pole vault somehow sent him nearly two zhang with every leap. And that was only because Yang Ming was still young; once he grew a little older, that distance might increase even further!

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

This was absolutely insane!

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

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

Tang San shuddered at the thought. When he looked at Yang Ming again, his gaze had changed.

At that very moment, Yang Ming placed a hand on his shoulder and said earnestly,

"My foolish little brother, hurry up and call me big brother."

Tang San's face darkened. Could you stop bringing up that joke? You're going to give me a heart attack.

Even if I, Tang San, died out here and got eaten by wild beasts, I would 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 retreating figure, Yang Ming felt the shadow that had hung over his heart for years vanish completely. He felt as though the sky was wide enough for birds to soar freely, and he was just about to shout, "Laughing toward the heavens as I step outside, how could people like us be mere weeds?"

But at that moment, the system's voice sounded in his mind.

"Ding!"

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

When it came to the anime Naruto, no one had a more tragic story than Itachi Uchiha. He had originally been an unparalleled genius: he graduated from the ninja academy at the age of seven, awakened his 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 had been a living legend.

Unfortunately, heaven envied genius. At such a young age, Itachi Uchiha had been forced to bear burdens no child his age should have carried. Shouldering the Fate of a clan and a village, he ultimately sacrificed his own family for the greater good. And for the sake of his younger brother Sasuke, he resolutely destroyed the Uchiha Clan that had raised him.

As Yang Ming set those thoughts aside, a virtual wheel appeared before him.

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

This meant that Yang Ming had a chance of drawing Itachi Uchiha!

However, the slot containing Itachi Uchiha occupied only 1% of the wheel's total area. In other words, only someone blessed by Fate could draw him. Yang Ming shook his head. Knowing his luck was terrible, he simply gave up on that fantasy and clicked "Yes"!

The virtual wheel began to spin.

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

When Yang Ming saw the treasure within that slot, his 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 better than nothing, while the Two-Tomoe Sharingan could see through some ninjutsu and copy certain moves. 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. (Does not consume chakra)

Just as 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, along with his experience using the Three-Tomoe Sharingan and more. Furthermore, unlike Kakashi, Yang Ming had not transplanted this Sharingan—it was as if it had always belonged to him.

"Phew!"

After receiving such an enormous amount of information twice in succession, Yang Ming felt his head buzzing and throbbing, leaving him dizzy and lightheaded. Fear lingered in his heart. If another information explosion happened, his head might burst like a watermelon.

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

After sprinting all the way home, Yang Ming found someone already seated in the main hall. It was an elderly man in his sixties, tall and thin but full of vigor. His clothes were clean and neat, and his hair was meticulously combed. 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 trace of affection flashed through his eyes. Then he put on a stern expression and said seriously,

"Why aren't you getting washed right away? If you wait any longer, breakfast will be cold!"

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

Old Jack laughed helplessly and shook his head. "That little rascal! When will he ever learn to be steadier?"

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

After quite some time, Yang Ming finished bathing and came out in a clean set of clothes. He was no longer barefoot, having put on a pair of shoes.

The breakfast on the table was far more plentiful than what ordinary households ate: a bowl of fresh milk, white porridge with diced meat, and several kinds of fruit, ensuring both fullness and nutrition to the greatest extent possible.

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

After Yang Ming finished breakfast, Old Jack said to him,

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

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

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

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