Yongye pushed Opening Gate and walked in.
Konan sat on a low stool by the window, his eyes falling on the void simulated by the Spatial Villa outside the window.
When she heard the footsteps, she didn't look back, she just spoke in a tangled tone:
"Nagato... beaten to death by you?"
Yongye stood by the door frame, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and nodded:
"Hmm."
Konan was silent for a breath, then she turned her head, her eyes fell on Yongye's face, her voice was filled with the calmness after burning the boat:
"So, can we start?"
"You promised me!"
Yongye looked at her, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his voice was as calm and magnanimous as ever:
"Don't worry, I always keep my word."
"I will never forget your aerial combat skills."
Konan's ears turned slightly red, but she didn't avoid it. She just stood up from the stool and walked toward the door.
"Let's go."
The two of them walked down the corridor and came to the basement.
The lights in the basement are darker than those upstairs, and there are several glowing ores embedded in the walls, dyeing the space a cool dark blue.
There are two culture tanks placed in the center of the room. The tanks are transparent, with fine Chakra patterns flowing on the surface. The culture fluid inside glows with a light green shimmer under the light.
Yongye walked to the first culture tank, raised his hand and pressed it on the surface of the tank. Advanced Yin-Yang Release started, and gray-white light seeped into the tank from his palm, condensing and forming in the culture fluid.
Bones, muscles, and skin grow layer by layer, becoming clearly discernible from a vague outline.
The shape of a three-year-old boy slowly took shape in the culture fluid. His facial features were immature, and his brows and eyes held a gentleness and stubbornness that was inconsistent with his age.
Yahiko.
The second culture tank also started working at the same time, and the gray-white light condensed into the outline of a second three-year-old boy. He had fiery red hair, thin cheeks, and eye sockets that were deeper than those of his peers.
Nagato.
Yongye retracted his hand and put his hands on his chest Hand Seals, Impure World Reincarnation's technique condensed on his fingertips, and two gray-white soul streams came from the void and poured into the two culture tanks.
Soul and body merge.
The liquid in the tank began to vibrate slightly, and the two children's eyes slowly opened in the culture fluid.
Konan stood in front of the first culture tank, looking down at the three-year-old child floating in the light green liquid, watching the face that had gradually become blurred in her memory become clear again, and her lips moved slightly.
Then her voice came out of her throat, with uncontrollable confusion and trembling:
"Why... still a child?"
Yongye stood next to her, put his hands back into his trouser pockets, and spoke in a light tone, as if he was saying something natural:
"Hello kid."
"You don't need to be beaten to death by me."
Konan was stunned for a moment, and then she was silent for a moment, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly for the first time - the smile was very faint, like a wisp of smoke blown by the wind, but it did exist.
She didn't say anything else, she just stretched out her hand and gently pressed the side of the three-year-old child's face through the transparent wall of the culture tank.
Otogakure underground stronghold.
The torches danced on the walls, casting a layer of dark light and shadow on the exposed rock walls and stone pillars.
The figure of Orochimaru staggered out of a hidden passage. His Red Cloud Robe had several holes, his long silver-gray hair was messy and scattered on his shoulders, and his golden vertical pupils glowed with tiredness in Kakkō.
His footsteps paused the moment he entered the main room.
Kabuto Yakushi stands in the center of the main room.
Two long dark red horns grew out of Kabuto's head, bending backwards like a pair of elongated sheep's horns. A thick tail extended from his tail vertebrae, swinging slowly on the ground, and the end was covered with a layer of fine scales.
Ryūchi Cave Senjutsu.
Orochimaru's eyes glanced back and forth on Kabuto, and then his voice squeezed out from his throat, with a complexity that even he himself could hear:
"Kabuto... you actually became Ryūchi Cave Senjutsu."
Kabuto Yakushi replied respectfully:
"Lord Orochimaru, you taught me well."
He turned his head and glanced at Orochimaru's tired face from the corner of his eyes, with just the right amount of hesitation and temptation in his voice:
"Lord Orochimaru, I have an idea."
"Perhaps we can use Cloning Fusion Technology to help you create the perfect Sage Body..."
Orochimaru's golden vertical pupils lit up.
His steps moved forward unconsciously, and his voice was filled with irrepressible curiosity and eagerness:
"Cloning Technology? Where are you from..."
Kabuto Yakushi's tail flicked in the air, and at the same time, the light of the sword flashed past.
Orochimaru's body was neatly cut off from the waist. The upper body fell to one side and hit the ground. The lower body still maintained a standing posture, and blood spurted out from the cut.
His mouth was still open, and his golden vertical pupils were filled with shock, anger and confusion:
"You... are also Uchiha Yongye's undercover agent?"
Kabuto Yakushi squatted down, Scalpel turned half a circle between his fingers, the tip of the blade was pressed against the side of Orochimaru's neck, and his tone was calm:
"So clever."
"Next, I will destroy all your Cursed Seal."
"Oh, except Anko, Master Yongye will personally remove it for her."
Orochimaru's body began to twist, and countless tiny white snakes spewed out from the fracture, trying to spread out in all directions.
Kabuto Yakushi didn't panic.
He pressed his hands on the ground, and Senjutsu Chakra poured out from his palms and seeped into the Stone Slab at his feet.
"Xianfa·Inorganic Reincarnation."
The Stone Slab on the ground exploded, and dozens of sharp stone thorns rose from the ground, accurately piercing each of the fleeing white snakes and nailing them to the rock wall.
There was a layer of dark green Senjutsu Chakra luster on the stone thorns. The white snakes twisted violently for a few times under the penetration of the stone thorns, and then quickly dried up, petrified, and shattered into gray-white debris.
This was just the beginning. Then, a series of screams began to sound throughout the stronghold.
Konoha.
Under the Wisteria stand in the courtyard, Yongye is lying on a bamboo chair with his eyes closed and enjoying the cool air.
The afternoon sun shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves, casting a small patch of light on his face. There was a cup of herbal tea on the low table next to him. The tea soup was clear, with a layer of fine water droplets condensed on the edge.
The light fragrance of Wisteria floated in the air, and a few birdsong could be heard faintly in the distance. Mixed with the daily sounds of Konoha, everything seemed calm and peaceful.
Yongye is about to turn over and take another nap.
A Space Portal exploded out of thin air in the open space three feet away in front of him. Dark purple light surged around the edge, like a crack torn from the void.
A figure walked out of the door.
The figure was larger than a normal person, with slender and curved limbs, sharp claws popping out from the fingertips, glowing with a dull luster in the sunlight.