Naruto: The Caged Bird Cannot Confine Me - Feng Hou Qi Men

Ziyuan looked at the strange Bagua flag with a suspicious expression. She was quite sure that she had never seen such a thing in reality, but for some reason the words on it looked very familiar.

It seems like I've seen the same thing somewhere before.

Ziyuan rested her delicate, flawless chin on one hand, her brows slightly furrowed, her head tilted slightly, letting her long white hair fall down.

Her inner turmoil and doubts were clearly visible on her beautiful face.

At this point, she looked more like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl than a witch burdened with the fate of death and filled with bitterness and hatred.

A few seconds later, Ziyuan clapped her hands, suddenly realizing, "That's right! It's 'The White-Eyed Taoist.' Could it be that you're the legendary White-Eyed Taoist who defeated the bizarre creature, the Samurai Undead?!"

"What did you say? A Taoist priest with white eyes?"

This time, it was Feng Qi's turn to be a little confused.

"Isn't that you? Your signboard looks almost exactly like the one in 'The White-Eyed Taoist'!"

As she spoke, Ziyuan pulled a warm little notebook from her bosom. The cover showed the back view of a person wearing a gray robe.

Shrine maidens, seals, demons and monsters...

These things that have been with her since birth have weighed on Ziyuan so much that she often feels suffocated.

So when she happened to see "The White-Eyed Taoist," she was deeply attracted by the plot of "fierce battle against the ghosts of warriors," and carried it with her to read at any time, hoping that one day the monsters would also be punished.

This was one of the few things that could be called "fun" in her dull and monotonous life as a shrine maiden!

Feng Qi curiously took the book from the girl's hand, flipped through a few pages at random, and his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably.

In the days following his departure from the Bird Kingdom, besides leisurely traveling, he also took time to recuperate and rejuvenate, spending nearly half of his time in the desolate forests and mountains.

Moreover, "The White-Eyed Taoist" has only recently spread from the Bird Country, and the initial number is very small. Ordinary people from ordinary families have very little access to it, and it is currently only circulating among nobles in neighboring countries.

This resulted in Feng Qi being unaware that all the things he did in the Bird Kingdom had been written into books of strange tales!

This even includes the professor's training method for Little Fatty to lose hair—no, I mean, to become stronger…

Feng Qi quickly calculated that he could easily obtain the general outline of the events from his own inner vision with only a small price to pay.

Despite his relatively good temperament, he couldn't help but curse inwardly:

This bird kingdom is full of trouble, damn it! I helped you guys get rid of Meng Zong, this cancer, and this is how you repay me?

It's like he's afraid people won't know that the handsome guy running the fortune-telling stall has a pair of Byakugan eyes, and that he's none other than the S-rank rogue ninja Hyuga Fuuki, right?!

If you think about it carefully, Zhuqi and Chishima probably knew that Fengqi was a Konoha rogue ninja, which is why they deliberately used such a subtle name as "Byakugan Taoist".

Their original intention was probably to create a positive image of the White-Eyed Taoist through propaganda, thereby covering up the brutality and violence of the rogue ninja.

From this perspective alone, they did their best—after all, the Bird Country is far inferior to the powerful Fire Country!

only……

Help without asking questions can be quite a headache!

No wonder bounty hunters have been appearing so frequently these past few days...

Feng Qi, who only wanted to quietly set up a fortune-telling stall, sighed deeply and silently took off the dark sunglasses he was wearing.

This kind of disguise now seems a bit superfluous.

The soft sunlight shone down, illuminating the pure white eyes and reflecting a radiant glow.

Those were eyes that could easily captivate you at first glance!

"That's right, I am the White-Eyed Taoist."

Feng Qi put his hands behind his back and casually and frankly admitted it.

At this moment, the auspicious position is his!

Good, so handsome...

Shion raised her head and stared blankly at the white eyes that shimmered with a clear, bright light.

Pure, elegant, free-spirited, and clear—she swore these were absolutely the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen in her life.

She stared at him for several seconds, then suddenly realized she had lost her composure and buried her head in her chest, her cheeks burning and turning a faint red.

Feng Qi, who had taken in the girl's expression, felt troubled and scratched his hair.

"Since you know my story, there's no need to explain so much."

After handing the book back, his white eyes flashed with a strange light, and he asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, in your prophecy, how will I die?"

Upon hearing this, Ziyuan's shyness vanished instantly.

"Three days later, you will die in the underground palace that imprisons the souls of demons, your flesh and blood bursting open like a balloon reaching its limit..."

The oppressive feeling of being tightly choked by the heavy shackles of fate returned, flowing throughout my body.

Recalling that bloody and gruesome scene, Ziyuan's body trembled violently, her expression filled with fear and panic.

Knowing full well the significance of her prophecy, she did not believe that being the subject of that "white-eyed Taoist priest" would guarantee her safety.

The story itself contains fictional and exaggerated elements. Perhaps it was because she longed for the "white-eyed Taoist priest" that she foresaw the tragic death of the stranger in front of her.

Even the most carefully considered thoughts are ruthlessly crushed; this is the damned fate she bears!

"Hahaha, dying from an explosion, huh? That's a novel way to die." Feng Qi patted the dust off his clothes and laughed heartily.

His goals in the Land of Demons are now quite clear: besides the priestess with powerful potential and sealing techniques, there is the demon with the power to destroy the world.

To be honest, Shion's prophecy does have some truth to it.

After all, the opponent was a demon that had once left the ninja world helpless. In order to ensure that nothing went wrong, he needed to personally investigate and make contact with many subsequent actions related to controlling desires and to obtain detailed information.

Therefore, it is understandable that one might accidentally die at the hands of demons.

However, on the other hand, in order to ensure that the priestess's death prophecy comes true accurately, the superstitious and blindly loyal servants of the Land of Demons would most likely "invite" him into the underground palace where the spirits of demons are imprisoned.

This way, we can avoid troublesome things like secret infiltration.

"You're not afraid of death?" Ziyuan asked, her face showing doubt.

Who would know they're about to die and still be laughing?

"Fear? Of course I'm afraid. I just don't believe in your so-called prophecy," Feng Qi said calmly.

He believed more in the Feng Hou Qi Men within himself than in the so-called prophecy that was influenced by the bell of the former priestess!

"Everyone I have predicted has died without exception."

Ziyuan's eyes regained their initial coldness and ruthlessness. "This is an unchangeable fate."

"I'm sorry, I've already shattered fate once."

A gentle breeze blew, lifting the strands of hair that fell across Feng Qi's forehead, making the strange and unique curse marks more clearly visible.

"you……"

Looking at the man's radiant smile exposed to the sunlight, Ziyuan's pupils widened, and she stood there stunned.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 43 I'm a Truly Good Person

"Fate is called fate precisely because it is something that cannot be reversed or changed by human power."

Ziyuan's eyes flickered with a dim look, and she sighed, "If you really achieved change, it can only be said that it was definitely not fate."

As she spoke, she secretly tiptoed, trying to make sure she was level with Feng Qi in terms of line of sight.

At least, it doesn't need to be to the point of looking up in awe.

Yes, a strong-willed priestess from the Land of Demons.

Looking at the sorrowful girl, Feng Qi stood with his hands in his pockets, his posture casual and lazy, completely ignoring her prophecy.

A few strands of black hair fell down, adding a few messy lines to those pure white eyes.

"Three days from now, I will enter what you call the underground palace, and then walk out alive."

Feng Qi knew very well that he couldn't persuade this arrogant priestess who had resigned herself to her fate with words alone, and he had no particular reason to do so.

The main reason for saying this is that it would be a logical way to enter the underground palace where the soul of the demon is imprisoned and have a proper conversation with this legendary monster.

—If the other party doesn't understand human speech, he also knows a little bit about martial arts.

Based on the original movie's portrayal of the spirit, it, being merely a soul, has no ability to break free from its seal.

Even if an ordinary person wanted to offer themselves up, they could not use it as a "container" to possess them; they would need to rely on special means to achieve this.

For example, Huang Quan, a devout follower of the demon, possesses dark medical ninjutsu.

Based on this intelligence, the danger level should not be that high if it is just a simple encounter with a ghost.

Moreover, no matter how Feng Qi calculated, he could not see the divination that he would die on the spot!

"If that kind of thing could actually happen, it might be a good outcome."

Ziyuan sighed deeply. This time, she didn't try to stand on tiptoe anymore, nor did she argue with Feng Qi about so-called fate.

If the death prediction fails, she, as the priestess of the Land of Demons, will die...

Shion, who has lived under the shadow of fate for many years, appears indifferent to the constant deaths of those around her, but inwardly she is constantly suffering from torment and anguish.

After all, she was still a girl whose mind was not fully mature. Sometimes she would think that it would be better to put down the burden of being a shrine maiden and die selfishly.

That way, you wouldn't have to live such a painful life!

"You idiot, do you even know what you're saying? The priestess's death prophecy couldn't possibly be wrong!"

The attendant, dressed in the attire of a samurai from the Land of Demons, noticed the sorrow in Shion's expression and immediately stepped forward, sternly rebuking Fuuki.

If the prophecy fails, the priestess will be the one to die.

This is a super disaster that the entire Land of Demons cannot accept!

Feng Qi glanced at the other person sideways; it was a familiar face.

Ashiho, the personal bodyguard of the priestess of the Land of Demons.

In the "Operation Revival of the Demons" that will take place in the future, she willingly chooses to impersonate Shion and sacrifices herself for the future of the entire Demon Kingdom.

Putting aside all objective factors, this guy's loyalty is absolutely unquestionable.