I Travelled Through Time?

Konoha.

Fang Xu bolted up from the bed, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

Inside the narrow room, the wooden table, old cabinet, and low bed were all unfamiliar yet familiar.

Unfamiliar, because his memories from the previous second still remained on Blue Star.

Familiar, because this body had lived here for over a decade.

Two sets of memories collided fiercely in his mind, like someone had taken an iron hammer to crack open his skull and stuffed his past and present lives all inside.

"I... travelled through time?"

Fang Xu looked down at his own hands; these were not the hands from Blue Star.

The palms were not large, with calluses on the inside from long-term practice with kunai and shuriken, yet his fingers often trembled from training due to poor chakra control.

This was the shinobi world, the hands of a Konoha commoner orphan.

The next moment, a flood of information materialized in his mind out of nowhere.

[Exclusive Talent: Exchange LV1.]
[Effect: Every seven days, you may select something you own to carry out an exchange with a random target across the myriad worlds.]
[Exchange Scope: Items, bloodlines, cultivation methods, supernatural abilities, talents, cheat items, etc.]
[The rarer and higher the value of the invested item, the greater the probability of obtaining a high-quality return.]
[After the talent level increases, the cooldown time can be shortened and the drop rate of top-tier items increased.]

Fang Xu's breathing instantly grew heavy.

"A cheat?"

He stared fixedly at the information in his mind, completely awake.

What kind of place was the shinobi world?

Bloodlines outweighed hard work.

The Uchiha awakened eyes, the Hyuga possessed the Byakugan, the Uzumaki had outrageously massive chakra, the Senju possessed formidable physiques, and there were even tailed beasts, jinchuriki, and Kekkei Genkai.

It was not impossible for commoner shinobi to make something of themselves, but that path was simply too difficult.

Geniuses like Namikaze Minato, how many could the entire Shinobi World produce?

More ordinary people trained their whole lives just to become Chunin or Special Jonin, and if their luck was bad, a single major battle would take them away by kunai, explosive tags, or the aftermath of ninjutsu.

Yet Fang Xu's current situation was even worse.

He was no genius, his chakra volume was somewhat weak, his ninjutsu talent was average, and his taijutsu only counted as being able to endure hardship.

If things went on according to the original trajectory, he would most likely graduate from the Ninja Academy to become a Genin, only to be shoved into the war machine.

On the eve of the Third Shinobi World War, border frictions were increasing more and more, and the mobilization of shinobi in the village was also becoming frequent.

It looked peaceful right now, but anyone could sense that a blazing fire was about to ignite.

Once the war broke out, commoner Genin without background, bloodlines, or talent like him were precisely the most easily expended batch on the battlefield.

Fang Xu gritted his teeth. "I can't go on like this."

He was well aware that wanting to live well in this world relied on far more than just lowering his head to train bitterly.

Hard work was useful, but without a cheat, without a bloodline, and without resources, the upper limit of hard work was simply too low.

Yet things were different now.

The Exchange Talent allowed him to see a path that truly defied the heavens and changed his destiny.

Myriad worlds of resources!

Bloodlines, cultivation methods, supernatural abilities, and cheat items were all within the scope of exchange; as long as he operated well, he might not fail to trample those great clan geniuses underfoot.

He could even stand at the very pinnacle of the Shinobi World.

The problem was, what should he use for his very first exchange?

Fang Xu flipped himself off the bed and walked over to the corner of the room. This small room was left behind by his parents.

It was not large, yet it was his only safe haven.

His parents died in missions during his early years, and the village had given a pension, which, combined with the money left behind by his parents, barely sufficed for him to live alone.

He did not eat poorly, but neither could he be considered wealthy.

Wanting to buy high-value things with money was completely unrealistic.

"The most valuable things on me right now are only the things left behind by my parents."

Fang Xu squatted down, dragging an old wooden chest out from the very bottom of the bed.

The wooden box was not large, wrapped in a layer of dark cloth on the outside, and its corners were worn to a bright sheen, clearly having been wiped frequently.

This was the most treasured keepsake left by the original body's parents.

The past Fang Xu had never dared to mess with it recklessly, not because he didn't want to look, but out of fear.

He was afraid of seeing the traces his parents left behind, which would only make his heart feel emptier.

Now it was different.

Fang Xu reached out to untie the cloth strips and opened the wooden box. Inside, there were neither gold and jewels nor secret techniques of a major clan, only five scrolls.

The first was the Chakra Refinement Technique.

The second was the C-rank Lightning Release: Lightning Ball.

The third and fourth were two B-rank elemental ninjutsu scrolls.

The fifth had the oldest cover, with a few words written on it.

Thousand Hands Swordsmanship Insights, Fang Xu's hand paused.

"Senju?"

He picked up that scroll, his brows furrowing tightly.

What kind of concept was the Senju? One of the founders of Konoha, a top-tier major clan on par with the Uchiha.

First Hokage Senju Hashirama, Second Hokage Senju Tobirama, all of them were Senju.

Yet the problem was that in present-day Konoha, one could hardly see any publicly known Senju clan members.

Tsunade was still around, but the surname Senju had long since ceased to exist as a major clan the way the Uchiha or Hyuga did.

When watching Naruto in his past life, there had always been a saying online.

The Senju clan was not wiped out; rather, they were broken up and actively integrated into various households in Konoha, using this method to make Konoha the "Senju's Konoha."

Originally, Fang Xu had only taken it as a guess, but now, his parents' relics happened to contain a set of Thousand Hands Swordsmanship Insights.

This was quite subtle.

"Could my ancestry really have a connection to the Senju?"

Fang Xu lowered his head to look at the scroll. Instead of surprise, he felt a bit depressed in his heart.

If he truly possessed Senju bloodline, it was far too diluted.

Look at someone like Senju Hashirama: Sage Body, Wood Release, and chakra so abundant it was absurd.

Look at himself, even refining chakra was a struggle.

Both possibly carrying a bit of Senju fringe, the gap was larger than the one between a man and a dog.

"Forget it. Whether I have the bloodline doesn't matter; what matters is that these things have value."

Fang Xu spread out the five scrolls and examined them one by one.

The two B-rank ninjutsu scrolls held the highest value.

The C-rank Lightning Release: Lightning Ball wasn't bad either.

The Thousand Hands Swordsmanship Insights were even more special.

The Chakra Refinement Technique looked the most ordinary, but Fang Xu stared at it the longest.

In Konoha, the Chakra Refinement Technique was not considered rare.

The Ninja Academy taught it, and many shinobi families in the village possessed similar foundational scrolls.

Yet what about in other worlds? That would be different.

Chakra was the foundation of power in the shinobi world.

Without the Chakra Refinement Technique, ordinary people could never truly step onto the shinobi system.

To Konoha, this was the foundation. To a world without a chakra system, this could potentially be the key to a transcendent path.

"An item's value cannot be judged solely by this world."

The more Fang Xu thought about it, the clearer it became.

"Something ordinary in the Shinobi World might explode in value in other worlds. Conversely, certain inconspicuous things from other worlds, if brought to the Shinobi World, might also change one's destiny."

His gaze fell upon the Chakra Refinement Technique.

He couldn't discard the original scroll; these were his parents' relics and also the foundation of his future cultivation.

However, copying a duplicate was different.

The Exchange Talent required things personally possessed by oneself, and a handwritten copy was also his property.

As long as the contents were complete, the value might not be low. Coupled with a cluster of chakra he personally condensed, it would be equivalent to sending out both the "theory" and the "seed" together.

This combination was not outrageous in Konoha.