Konoha: My peaceful life was betrayed by the system.

Even though Miyajo En didn't recognize Torifu's escape technique, he knew that Torifu was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

He was so preoccupied with too many things that he didn't immediately catch what Qu Feng had just said.

By the time he came to his senses, Qu Feng had already begun his actions.

Suddenly, the cloud ball in Qu Feng's hand began to spin, forming a small vortex of air around him.

The vortex continued to gather red mist and absorb it into the cloud sphere, causing the cloud sphere to expand continuously.

The cloud ball, which was only the size of a fist a moment ago, is now the size of a basketball, and it continues to grow larger by absorbing the red mist.

However, even after absorbing it for so long, the red mist didn't thin out much.

Qu Feng also felt that it was too tedious, so he created seven or eight cloud balls in one go to absorb the red mist together.

In this way, like a waterspout sucking water, the red mist throughout the valley surged wildly toward the cloud sphere.

Within minutes, it became visibly thinner.

Even though Miyajo En had been very calm until now, he still opened his mouth wide and looked completely surprised when he saw this scene.

"What! What! What's going on?!"

Zhili smiled and said, "Don't worry, this is his unique escape technique. How could I forget that he can control the fog by drawing wind? In this way, the mere red fog is naturally no problem."

"Manipulating mist!" Miyajo En never expected that someone else would possess such an ability!

In that case, maybe the tribesmen really will have a chance to be saved!

But after a brief moment of excitement, Miyajo En calmed down again.

"The red mist is caused by hot springs. There are hot springs like this all over Jigokudani. The red mist will soon fill the entire valley again."

Qu Feng shook his head: "My ninjutsu isn't a one-time use technique; it can be used for a very long time."

Upon hearing this, Yuya Shiro smiled again. In this way, even in the worst-case scenario, the clansmen could have a long period of peaceful life.

It's even possible that they could conserve their strength and break through the mountain cave in one fell swoop, escaping Hell Valley!

He also deeply understood that the final interpretation of everything rested with the boy in front of him, who was only a few years older than him.

What the future holds depends entirely on today.

The absorption power of the eight or nine cloud spheres was indeed very fast; in the short time we were chatting, the valley had become much clearer.

The red mist also became very thin.

But as the red mist thinned, what it had concealed was revealed.

Qu Feng looked around and found that they were in the middle of hundreds of skeletons.

I just heard Miyajo En mention how many dead people were here, but I didn't really feel anything.

After all, with just a few words, hundreds or thousands of lives can be lost, and people feel nothing about it.

But now I have truly seen these hundreds and thousands of skeletons with my own eyes, and the shock is beyond words.

It gave Qu Feng goosebumps all over.

All the skulls were blood red, lying crookedly in the valley, one of them crushed by Chiri.

It was also the first time that Yuya Shiro had seen his predecessors, and the scene shocked him.

He bowed deeply, muttering something under his breath.

The shock of the wind was just like watching a spectacle, but the feeling of being connected to Yuuya Shiro was much deeper.

After Oyajou Yan got up, the red mist finally dissipated completely.

The cloud ball swelled up, and then water droplets dripped from it onto the ground, like rain.

After the 'rain' stopped, the cloud ball returned to the size of a fist and continued to rotate.

"Alright, let's stop wasting time and go."

Miyajo En nodded, presumably the clansmen were also wondering what was going on.

We need to get back right away!

However, Miyajo En had previously relied on intuition and long-term muscle memory to determine direction.

The sudden sight of it made him feel very uncomfortable, and for a moment he didn't know where to go.

It was only after taking a hint from the wind that he found his way.

Then he led the wind and the village towards the place where the tribesmen had gathered.

After walking for a while, Qu Feng could vaguely detect some traces of people having lived there.

After passing a huge boulder, the three of them finally stopped.

A small village appeared before Qufeng and Zhili.

At this moment, many people were looking at the sky in disbelief outside, and some were even kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down their faces.

They were all pale and thin, like skin and bones, and it was heartbreaking to see them like that.

Although they didn't know what was going on, the red mist dissipated, and they were finally able to breathe deeply.

I don't know how long it's been since I breathed fresh air; the last time was when I was a teenager.

At that moment, a man of about forty or fifty years old walked towards Miyajo En.

Upon seeing this, Miyajo En immediately said, "Father, the red mist has dissipated!"

You could tell from his voice that Yan was extremely excited, completely unlike his previous taciturn self.

The middle-aged man patted Yan's head: "You've lost a lot of weight. Did you make the red mist dissipate?"

Yuya Shiro denied it repeatedly after hearing this, then pointed at Torufu: "He was the one who made the red mist dissipate, and he also saved my life."

The middle-aged man frowned upon hearing this, but then relaxed, and walked shakily to Qu Feng and said.

"Yan said it was you who made the red mist dissipate? You are a great benefactor to our clan!"

After saying that, he immediately knelt down.

This caught Qu Feng off guard, and he immediately helped him up.

"It wasn't necessary; I was just doing it on a whim."

The middle-aged man sighed: "I suppose you already know about our clan."

"No outsiders have come to Hell Valley for a long time, and I haven't been out for a long time either. I can only listen to the news that Yan brings back from outside every month."

"Sometimes I feel like I'm not going to die if I keep living like this, but now there's hope again."

Chapter 152 Fair Competition

"Sometimes I feel like I'm not going to die if I keep living like this, but now there's hope again."

“I am Miyajo Tsuki, Yan’s father, and the head of the Miyajo clan.”

When Miyajo was young, he also left Jigokudani to find a way out for his people and herbs to alleviate their illnesses.

But even after he came of age, he still couldn't find a way to free his people from Hell Valley.

As his body grew larger, he was unable to leave Hell Valley and was trapped there forever.

All their hopes rested on their son.

But Miya Shigeki thought that if her son couldn't find a way, she would make him never come back to Hell Valley.

This allows him to roam freely in the outside world and grow freely.

For generations, children have been bound by the so-called family, ultimately confined to Hell Valley for their entire lives.

But his son was clearly much stronger than him, and the disappearing red mist was the best proof of that.

"I still want to thank you again for saving our race."

Qu Feng waved his hand: "There's no need. I just dealt with it casually. The symptoms in your bodies are still there."

A smile tugged at Miyajo's sallow face: "I'm used to it. Even if I suddenly died tomorrow, no one would be surprised. After all, we've always lived in a world of death."

Chiri stood beside Tokifumi, unsure of what to say.

An apology? The ancestors of the Uchiha clan would never allow her to do that, and besides, she didn't think the Uchiha clan had done anything wrong.

Perhaps remaining silent is the best course of action.

Takefusa took out a delicate little bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Miya Shirozuki.

"The medicine in this bottle can relieve your symptoms; there should be enough for each member of your tribe to take one pill."

"However, the toxins that have accumulated over the years cannot be eradicated quickly; this is a long battle."

Miya Shiroki tremblingly took the bottle from Tokifumi and opened it, releasing a refreshing medicinal fragrance.

Just smelling it made him feel much better.

Perhaps I can survive! That's what Miyajo Tsuki is thinking right now.

This was something he never dared to imagine or hope for before, but now it might really be possible.

The key lies with this child.

"Does Your Excellency have any instructions?"

Miya Shigetsu bowed deeply to Torifu, adopting a very humble posture.

Yan, standing beside him, also bowed to Qu Feng, just like his father, and said, "Does Your Excellency have any instructions?"

Qu Feng nodded. Despite his frail appearance, he was still a clever man to have become the clan leader.

He wouldn't waste nearly three thousand points of calmness to save some unrelated people.

"I've heard that the Miyagi clan and the Uchiha clan have a history of enmity?"

Upon hearing this, Miya Shiroki looked troubled, unsure how to respond to the question.

He already knew from the very beginning that the girl was a member of the Uchiha clan.

Although the Uchiha clan and the Miyagi clan have a history of ancestral feuds, and the current dire situation of the Miyagi clan is also related to the Uchiha clan.

But the hope of continuing the race is right in front of us, and we may lose this opportunity if we are not careful.