"Inspiration" at His Fingertips, Tsunade's Trembling

On the official road of the Land of Fire, an agarwood carriage.

Outside, Kotetsu Hagane and Izumo Kamizuki led the way with fearful, respectful calls, while inside, an entirely different scene was unfolding.

The rich scent of dragon saliva incense mixed with mist evaporating from some supreme-grade Spirit Grass, filling the few-square-meter space so completely that it was airtight. "Sit still. Don't thrash around like a fish starving for oxygen."

Ye Tian reclined halfway against a soft couch of Cloud Mink Fur, idly rolling a crystalline black jade game piece between his fingers. Though his pale face still carried a trace of sickliness, his gaze was as deep as an Admin capable of seeing through the void.

"Ye Tian... what exactly are you trying to do?"

Tsunade sat opposite him, her amber eyes filled with humiliation and unease.

She was being forced to maintain an extremely awkward posture, both hands pressed against her knees, while the game board before her emitted waves of green spiritual radiance that stabbed painfully into her Meridians.

"What am I doing? Giving you a 'patch.'"

Ye Tian sneered and dropped the game piece in his hand onto the Heavenly Origin position with a sharp snap.

"Pfft. That old bastard Admin may have rearranged the Shinobi World's servers, but the Chakra inside you 'native NPCs' is like silt that's been settled for more than a decade. It's so clogged that even my Divine Sense can't get in. If I don't force your Meridians open, you'll spend your entire life getting formatted."

"Chakra is silt?!" Veins bulged on Tsunade's forehead. This was the source of power she had always been proud of.

"On the path to immortality, it is."

Ye Tian's gaze sharpened, and his tone turned cold and unquestionable:

"Shut up, hold your breath, and sink