Wood Attribute Heavenly Spiritual Root

Palm-sized, square-shaped, with a black silk-like texture.

It feels smooth to the touch and soft to the touch.

Yang Xiang examined it for a long time, turning it over and over, but there was nothing inside.

The remaining two rewards should be in the bag, but how do I open the storage bag?

As Yang Xiang pondered this, he followed the flow of people toward the teaching building.

On the first day of school, the new students had already been assigned to classes, and he was naturally placed in Class A.

Before he even entered the classroom, he could already hear the arguing coming from inside.

"You don't deserve to sit here, get out!"

Yang Xiang didn't see the person who said those words, but he recognized the voice.

The evil brat of the Uchiha clan.

Another voice followed, declaring a duel.

When Yang Xiang stepped into the classroom, two figures were already entangled in the last row by the window, locked in a tight embrace.

The Senju and Uchiha are arch-enemies.

From a young age, older children lead younger children, and each child has their own winnings and losses.

Not to mention that the two houses are actually quite close to each other.

In recent years, however, the Senju clan's ranks have gradually shrunk, until finally only Nawaki remained to carry the load, resulting in more losses than wins.

Even the older children in the Uchiha clan no longer wanted to play this game of fate, leaving only a few of their own age still fighting among themselves.

The person they just saw was one of them, the same age as the two of them, and one of the leaders of the Uchiha clan.

As for Yang Xiang, he's incredibly fast; you've never seen him in street fights, and his name isn't on the Thousand Hands Mansion's wall of honor.

Seeing that Rope Tree was being beaten on the ground, Yang Xiang shook his head, showing no intention of helping him.

This young master's talent was clearly not as dazzling as his background.

The last row of window seats has always been a highly contested spot.

Unfortunately, Yang Xiang didn't think that way. As a seasoned veteran, he chose to sit in the first row near the door.

In the lecture hall, this was a treasure trove known only to Trump.

But some people weren't going to let him off the hook.

"Yang Xiang, come save me quickly!"

Rope Tree let out a piercing scream, attracting the attention of the classmates. Their gazes shifted from the two rolling figures to Yang Xiang standing at the door.

Yang Xiang ignored it, saying that it was normal for children to fight, that this was the bond between ninjas, and that Nawaki should experience it more for himself.

"Who do we have here? It's just that cowardly guy with no surname."

Another general wasn't going to let him off the hook either. Seeing the boy at the door with his eyes gleaming as he tried to sit down, he couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

In the past, Yang Xiang would have ignored his provocation and swallowed his anger.

But as he gently twisted the cloth bag between his two fingers, his own state of mind became as smooth as the silk surface of the storage bag.

In a flash, he took three steps in one, stepped onto the stairs, grabbed the other person by the collar, and slapped him hard across the face.

Snapped!

The crisp sound pierced Yang Xiang's heart, like the first Sprite of summer, giving him a refreshing chill.

Dipped in soybeans, so refreshing!

That slap was no small matter; it sent the Uchiha warrior spinning more than three times in the air.

It was as if I could hear my great-grandmother's lullaby in my ears.

The surrounding teenagers collectively gasped, feeling a burning pain in their cheeks.

The classroom fell silent for a moment, as if Yang Xiang had slapped the sound system and broken it.

The top stopped spinning, and his hands grabbed aimlessly until he managed to grab the edge of the desk and steady himself as he staggered.

His gaze remained vacant for a long time, as if he were still recalling what he had said in his last sentence, and a drop of clear saliva involuntarily dripped from the corner of his mouth.

It landed right in the rope tree's mouth, startling the other person involved.

"Ha! Hahaha, well done, Yang Xiang!"

The invigorated Rope Tree jumped up from the ground, grimacing at the pain in his body, and aimed precisely, delivering a symmetrical slap to the other side of the person's face.

pia.

Weak and powerless, Yang Xiang pursed his lips.

Although I've been living a frugal life in the old house, I'm not really weak or easily bullied.

I have never relaxed my physical training over the years.

If you want to be a freeloader, you need to have the skills to be one.

In short, Yang Xiang is currently far stronger than the two of them.

"You hit me!"

Uchiha stared at Yang Xiang in disbelief, his crooked mouth still twitching slightly.

To think I'd been outdone by this coward! What a disgrace! An utter humiliation!

Bloodshot eyes rose in his eyes, and anger burned within him.

His pupils also began to twitch involuntarily.

Bang!

My dynamic vision suddenly improved, and a fist seemed to fly towards me in slow motion in my eyes.

So slow! I can dodge!

"Quiet! Everyone, sit in your seats! Today's first lesson is about extracting chakra."

A middle-aged ninja wearing glasses walked into the classroom, quieted the noisy children, and began the lesson.

Being a teacher at a ninja academy is no easy job.

The children are all full of energy, and with a little chakra to fuel them, they are all potential troublemakers.

The eyes behind the glasses quickly scanned the classroom, paying particular attention to the last row by the window.

Yes, it's an Uchiha child, sleeping soundly.

He probably doesn't lack guidance on chakra refinement, so let him be, as long as he doesn't cause trouble.

I searched the last few rows but didn't see the two Senju children. Then I turned around and found them in the first row.

What a wonderful child!

Rope Tree's little hands, hidden under the desk, were still waving restlessly. He was still immersed in the victory of the battle and would occasionally glance at his companions beside him.

He thought he was invincible among the Senju clan, but he never expected that someone was even more valiant than him.

Become my subordinate, Yang Xiang!

You are my Tobirama, you are my Danzo!

Be my Hokage's assistant, bro!

Facing the intense gazes around him, Yang Xiang calmly raised one hand to shield his face.

I won't talk about it.

After the usual theoretical explanations, the teacher began to guide everyone step-by-step on how to refine the first strand of chakra.

This was knowledge he hadn't encountered at home before, so Yang Xiang studied it with exceptional care.

The elders in his family were not very enthusiastic about his training, and they never mentioned teaching him how to use chakra in advance.

Yang Xiang wasn't in a hurry; there would always be an opportunity.

[The host has completed the first cycle of spiritual energy cultivation, achieving the status of a cultivator!]

[Rewards are now being distributed: 20 Yellow Dragon Pills, 20 Golden Marrow Pills]

[Host's spiritual root has been detected as a Wood-attribute Heavenly Spiritual Root. Achievement of the Chosen One of Heaven is complete!]

[Reward now being distributed: Changchun Gong]

The notification sounded again, and Yang Xiang immediately picked up on the message.

The chakra within his body became chaotic for a moment and leaked out.

What kind of cultivators are these? What kind of celestial spiritual roots are these?

A sense of unease crept into my heart. No wonder I always felt something was off; it was as if I had overlooked some crucial information.

Touching the small pocket in my pocket again now brings a different feeling.

How could it be a storage bag?

Am I not a ninja? Isn't this Konoha?

Where did this come from?