This—
Was their true objective.
From the very beginning.
Uchiha Mo understood it clearly.
In this world—
Lineage was everything.
Inheritance—
Everything.
Outsiders—
Had no place.
No roots.
No background.
No right—
To learn orthodox Daoist arts.
That path—
Was closed.
From the start.
———
Jiu Shu bringing them here—
Was not acceptance.
It was caution.
Surveillance.
With—
A trace of compassion.
Nothing more.
———
Because of this—
Their goal—
Had always been simple.
Direct.
Practical.
They were never here—
For orthodoxy.
They came for—
The forbidden.
———
Heterodox techniques.
Rejected.
Feared.
Yet—
Powerful.
Immediate.
Among them—
One stood above all.
Corpse refinement.
———
Xiuren had already realized something.
Fundamental.
Through the Sharingan—
He saw the difference.
This world's humans—
Were weaker.
Far weaker.
Compared to the ninja world—
Their foundation—
Was inferior.
Three times.
Five times.
Perhaps more.
———
Which meant—
If corpse refinement—
Was applied to ninja bodies—
The result…
Would be monstrous.
Ordinary corpses—
Were dangerous.
But ninja—
Would become something else entirely.
———
"That's right."
Mo spoke calmly.
"These techniques…"
"Are exactly what we came for."
———
Jiu Shu frowned.
"These methods…"
"Harm both others and oneself."
"With your clan's strength—"
"Why choose this path?"
———
"Strength?"
Mo smiled faintly.
"That only means—"
"More eyes on us."
———
Xiuren continued.
"We don't seek inheritance."
"Only methods."
"In exchange—"
"We offer control."
"Taijutsu."
"Understanding of energy."
———
Silence.
Jiu Shu thought.
They weren't lying.
That urgency—
Was real.
Their strength—
Undeniable.
There was value.
———
Finally—
He sighed.
"Very well."
"I have some manuals."
"Taken from evil cultivators."
"Dangerous."
"Useless to me."
———
A wooden chest.
Opened.
Ancient booklets.
Darkened pages.
Different origins.
Different paths.
———
"Corpse refinement."
"Ghost manipulation."
"What you do with them—"
"Is your responsibility."
———
Mo accepted them.
Without hesitation.
"Thank you, Daoist."
———
Days passed.
Two.
Quiet.
———
Mo explored.
The town.
Watching.
Waiting.
For the story—
To unfold.
———
Xiuren—
Didn't leave.
Immersed.
Completely.
Studying.
Analyzing.
———
Feng shui.
Puppets.
Corpses.
Souls.
Cruel.
Strange.
Yet—
Brilliant.
A different path.
A new understanding of power.
———
But—
There was a problem.
A fundamental one.
All techniques—
Relied on one thing.
Spiritual energy.
External.
Unstable.
And he—
Didn't have it.
———
"Mo…"
"Can the Main God convert this?"
———
Mo flipped a page lazily.
"It can."
"That's the benefit."
"Otherwise—"
"Traveling worlds would be meaningless."
———
A pause.
"But how much can be converted…"
"That depends."
———
Xiuren frowned slightly.
That answer—
Was useless.
But—
Acceptable.
———
These manuals—
Were incomplete.
Fragments.
Research notes.
———
But that—
Was enough.
They didn't need the system.
Only the principles.
———
With the Main God—
They would rebuild everything.
Using chakra.
———
Then—
The calm broke.
A servant arrived.
"Jiu Shu—"
"Our master invites you."
"Tea."
"Grave relocation."
———
Jiu Shu nodded.
"Wencai—prepare."
———
Then—
Mo stood.
Smiling faintly.
"I'd like to go as well."
———
Jiu Shu paused.
A thought formed.
"In that case—"
"Wencai stays."
"I'll take you."
———
Wencai froze.
Then—
Grinned.
"Understood!"
———
Mo turned.
"Xiuren?"
———
No response.
Still reading.
"You go."
"I'm not interested in tea."
———
Mo wasn't surprised.
———
And just like that—
He left.
With Jiu Shu.
Toward—
Renjia Town.
———
Where—
The real story—
Was about to begin.
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