"Look, that kid is doing those slow boxing forms again. It's hilarious."
"Yeah, who knows why he always practices forms that not even an old lady would do."
"Just leave him alone, he's basically bringing shame to our Uchiha clan. If you ask me, the clan head and the clan elders should banish him from the Uchiha and strip him of the right to bear the Uchiha name."
A group of children wearing deep-blue robes stamped with the red-and-white fan symbol-resembling a table tennis paddle-on the back pointed and muttered at a child clad in a ragged white robe, physically frail and deathly pale.
"Forget about him. He just throws punches slowly all day and doesn't even train in the family Taijutsu. I really don't know what he's up to. He's truly the disgrace of our Uchiha. Let's go play ninja games!"
"Right, right, ignore him. Who knows, sooner or later the clan elders and the clan head will kick him out of the Uchiha."
The group of children left the area in twos and threes, arranging to play ninja games together.
Meanwhile, the white-robed child repeated the boxing movements with a deadpan expression, not caring in the least what those people thought of him.
After finishing a set of boxing forms, the white-robed child collapsed limply onto the ground, resting his hands behind his head as he watched the white clouds drifting across the sky. A gentle breeze blew past, stirring a few strands of his side hair.
His pitch-black eyes revealed a trace of longing.
Three years. How on earth did I inexplicably transmigrate into the Naruto World? Even though it's a prominent Uchiha family, I have zero status within it, and my parents were merely average Chunin-ordinary Uchiha clan members who never awakened the Sharingan. Ah! How I miss the delicacies and smartphones from my past life!
This child was named Uchiha Qingyun. He was not a native of the Naruto World; in his past life, he had been an avid gamer. While playing a crossover martial arts fusion game, fighting an entire sect single-handedly, and finally getting overwhelmingly thrilled upon conquering that sect, he knocked over the coffee on his desk and died from electrocution.
Subsequently, he transmigrated into the Naruto World, into the body of this child named Uchiha Qingyun.
When he first arrived, he was in a mourning hall. Just as he was utterly bewildered, his predecessor's memories fused with his adult Mental Power, instantly unlocking the Sharingan.
Only after fusing the memories did he realize he had transmigrated to the Naruto World.
Feeling a stabbing pain in his eyes, he hurriedly rushed to the mirror. That was when he discovered he had unlocked the Sharingan, quickly wiped the bloodstains off his face, deactivated the Sharingan, and resolved to guard this secret with his life.
Even though he did not know what period of the Naruto era it currently was, the fact that the Uchiha had not yet been massacred told him that Danzo was still active in Konoha.
If that old schemer found out he had unlocked the Sharingan at the tender age of three, he would undoubtedly tear him limb from limb.
And then there was that effeminate Aunt Snake. Thinking of him, Qingyun shivered, and goosebumps instantly broke out all over his body.
He hurriedly dismissed his absurd thoughts and began sorting through his predecessor's pitifully sparse memories.
In the end, he learned that he had been physically weak since childhood, despised by the Uchiha clan members, and that his parents were merely average Chunin who had now tragically been killed by Kirigakure ninja.
With his parents dead, his situation had grown increasingly dire. If not for the help of a neighbor, he wouldn't even have been able to bury his parents.
As for his past life, it was estimated that due to his parents' death, the psychological trauma had been too severe, triggering a desire to unlock the Sharingan. However, firstly, he was too young, and secondly, his frail body gave out, causing him to die and allowing him-a usurper-to take his place. Fused with his adult Mental Power, he had unlocked the Sharingan in one fell swoop.
Moreover, this initial awakening was already the Two-Tomoe Sharingan. If word of this got out, it would inevitably cause a massive uproar.
Qingyun, who had initially been thrilled about unlocking the Sharingan, quickly found he couldn't stay excited.
Because when Qingyun found the method for refining Chakra left behind by his parents and tried it for an entire night, he finally extracted a shred of Chakra; yet, he also passed out precisely because of that shred of Chakra.
Qingyun wore a dejected expression. So what if he had unlocked the Sharingan? Without Chakra, he was still an ordinary person, with vision at best slightly better than average.
Furthermore, as a member of the Uchiha clan, he was even worse off than an ordinary person. At least ordinary people could live normal lives in Konoha. But what about him? He could only wait for the day when the Uchiha Itachi colluded with the Uchiha lunatic (Obito), along with Danzo-who was greedily eyeing the Sharingan from the shadows-to join forces and massacre the clan. Lacking strength, he was destined to die in that battle.
Just as Qingyun wore a face of despair, a voice suddenly rang in his mind.
"Ding, the Martial Ancestor System has been activated. Binding to the host... Binding successful. Issuing novice gift pack and instruction manual. Would you like to claim them?"
Hearing the voice in his head, Qingyun was startled at first, then his face blossomed with wild joy as he hurriedly shouted out loud, "Claim them."
"The host is an idiot. You only need to mentally claim them. Novice gift pack issued, rewarding the host with one copy of the Taijutsu manual: Tai Chi Fist, and one instruction manual. Novice gift pack successfully issued. Intelligent service offline. Goodbye, idiot!"
Qingyun was momentarily stunned, savagely roasted by the system. He was just about to snap back, but the intelligent service was already offline. Qingyun first gnashed his teeth as his Sharingan automatically activated, the two tomoes spinning in circles with a strong momentum to directly awaken the Mangekyo.
However, that was impossible. After Qingyun calmed down for a long time, he finally checked the system instruction manual.
Through tasks, the Martial Ancestor System could grant all martial arts, divine weapons, legendary pills, and various mystical treasures from past Chinese martial arts television dramas.
Qingyun read it with boiling blood. Although the Naruto World was a high-fantasy setting approaching immortality, those television dramas from his past life were no pushovers either; martial arts from certain high-martial worlds were not the least bit inferior to the Naruto World, and instead surpassed it by a wide margin.
With this golden finger of his, he would undoubtedly roam freely across the Naruto World. Aunt Snake, the old schemer Danzo, the Uchiha Itachi, and the lunatic-let them all go die for crying out loud!
When Qingyun was full of high aspirations, he had no idea that for the next three years, he would only be able to slowly practice Tai Chi Fist while enduring the very scene that had opened this chapter.
After reading the instruction manual, Qingyun clicked to claim Tai Chi Fist. Instantly, the moves and mental cultivation methods of Tai Chi Fist continuously poured into Qingyun's mind.
Qingyun closed his eyes to study them carefully, discovering that this Tai Chi Fist had been modified by the system: it could carve out a Dantian within the body to store Internal Force, and this Internal Force could also be converted into Chakra.
Naturally, Qingyun was overjoyed. However, after trying for a full day, a ravenous Qingyun opened his eyes, sighed helplessly, and got up to make instant noodles.
His body was far too frail to cultivate Internal Force at all; he could only slowly nurse himself back to health.
And this recuperation process lasted for three full years. Fortunately, he had a pension; although meager, it kept Qingyun from starving to death.
Lying on the ground with a piece of dogtail grass clenched in his teeth, he replayed the events of the past three years in his mind, then sighed, flipped up, and resumed practicing Tai Chi Fist.
Tai Chi Fist was a famous internal martial art from his past life, progressing step-by-step and best suited for laying a foundation, belonging to the same top three foundational cultivation techniques as the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic and the Marrow-Cleansing Classic of Shaolin.
Tai Chi Fist was easy to learn but hard to master. Coupled with the loss of its mental cultivation methods in later generations, it was gradually adapted by later descendants into a health-preservation routine for grandpas and grandmas.
Practicing it year-round could prolong one's life, and the version of Tai Chi Fist Qingyun had obtained was Patriarch Sanfeng's original manuscript, making it naturally complete.
Through three years of uninterrupted practice, Qingyun's body might still have looked frail, but in reality, his bones and muscles had long since been repaired by the Tai Chi Force he had cultivated. Moreover, tiny trickles of Internal Force were gradually beginning to appear inside his body; although sparse, they gave Qingyun immense confidence.
The only regret was that over the past three years, the system seemed to have crashed, never issuing a single task. No matter how Qingyun called out, the system gave no response. If not for the twenty-cubic-meter System Space and the Tai Chi Fist he kept practicing, Qingyun would have thought the system he obtained was merely a figment of his imagination.
Practicing Tai Chi Fist on one hand while comprehending the Way of Tai Chi on the other, Qingyun only stopped as the sky gradually grew dark, returning to his little nest to make instant noodles.
Tragically enough, for the past three years, Qingyun had been living on instant noodles, while those neighbors who had helped him bury his parents gradually distanced themselves from him as well.
No matter the place, there were always parasites, and the Uchiha clan was no exception. Uchiha Ichigo, who managed Qingyun's jurisdiction, not only frequently embezzled his pension but recently even drove him out to the edge of the clan lands.
As for those clan elders, they sat high above and were simply not figures an ordinary clan member like him could ever hope to see.
Therefore, Qingyun offered no resistance to this, silently enduring it instead. Rain or shine, he cultivated Tai Chi Fist, anticipating the day when his strength grew formidable enough that he would no longer suffer such humiliation.
"The system is issuing a new task. Would you like to accept it?"
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