Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha lacks motivation.

Chapter 173 My lower body is already pineapple-like.

"This painting depicts the ancestor of the Ōtsutsuki clan, Lord Ōtsutsuki Hamura, leading his clansmen in farming on the moon."

Uh... So my second great-uncle's staff had this use after all?

Looking at the painting of Otsutsuki Hamura, who was wielding a rake and sweating profusely, Uchiha Gin couldn't help but mutter to himself,

"What's depicted here is the sacred tree that the Otsutsuki clan has worshipped for generations."

"This is..."

Walking through the palace's luxurious corridors, Uchiha Gin, with his hands behind his head, admired the exquisite paintings hanging on the walls.

Looking at the incessantly chattering black puppet in front of him, his eyes darted around, and he interrupted,

"You said the Ōtsutsuki clan has so many treasures, but where is the most important one?"

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Upon hearing Uchiha Gin's sudden question, the black puppet fell silent, its yellow eyes flickering as if it were testing itself.

Sigh, it seems I really can't get any information about the Tenseigan.

Uchiha Gin turned his head away in disappointment, realizing he had been too presumptuous. What enemy would casually reveal their secret weapon to a stranger? They weren't idiots.

"The treasure of the Otsutsuki clan is there."

Just as Uchiha Gin turned to leave, the black puppet, which had been silent for half a day, flashed blue light in its eyes once more. Reactivated, it stretched out its long arm, pointed out the window, and slowly spoke in a mechanical voice…

Uchiha Gin, utterly astonished, looked in the direction it pointed and saw a massive castle several times more luxurious than the palace he was in.

The castle soared into the clouds, standing atop all the floating islands. Its gilded stone walls gleamed, adorned with enormous and exquisite rose windows that were dazzling and eye-catching. At a glance, it was the perfect place to collect treasures.

"What treasure? Tell me about it."

Uchiha Gin hadn't expected that changing his questioning method would lead to the other party revealing all their secrets.

As expected, the comfortable life made the Otsutsuki clan lack a sense of crisis. As long as the keywords are not triggered, any question can be answered.

"The most precious treasure is naturally the one belonging to the Otsutsuki clan."

Uchiha Gin immediately pricked up his ears to listen; ignoring intelligence was the act of a bastard.

"Hey~ Gintoki, your sister's back! Where are you?"

Unfortunately, at this crucial moment, a sweet, delicate voice came from behind them, interrupting the black puppet's next words. Uchiha Gin sighed inwardly.

This plot twist is truly baffling.

"Our master is looking for us. Please come back with me."

The black puppet stopped explaining, and upon hearing Otsutsuki Hikari's call, its head made a 180-degree turn, staring intently at Uchiha Gin with its two lifeless yellow eyes, and urged him on.

"Alright, I look forward to your next commentary."

Uchiha Gin clapped his hands, showing a supportive attitude. Although it was incomplete, the other party had at least told him the location of the treasure, so the trip was not in vain.

"Ah Yin, you should rest here for the next few days. Once I've finished what I'm doing, I'll take you out for a good look around."

Hearing Otsutsuki Hikari's sweet, delicate voice, and looking at the woman before him who resembled a mountain of flesh, Uchiha Gin couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Feeling himself being locked onto by a tender gaze, he found it hard to associate the phrase "seductive eyes" with the other person's beady green eyes.

Instinctively clutching his groin, Uchiha Gin feigned confusion, frowning as he spoke.

"When can I go back?"

"Hehe, little brother, don't worry. Our clan hasn't had any guests from below for a long time. Let us prepare for a few days and we'll throw you a grand welcome party."

Otsutsuki Hikawa chuckled, his fat face trembling uncontrollably, and he murmured like an ancient god. Even Uchiha Gin, who was already immune to the power of the waves, still felt a slight chill.

"Then I shall respectfully comply."

Uchiha Gin suppressed the churning in his stomach, forced a polite smile, and nodded in agreement.

Upon hearing Uchiha Gin's words, Otsutsuki Hikari's eyes swept over him again from head to toe.

She subconsciously licked her lips, then smiled and gave the black puppet a few instructions before reluctantly leaving.

Biluo, how could you be so obsessed with men? You still have a plan to write, which is a matter of great importance concerning the rise and fall of the Otsutsuki clan.

Watching the receding mountain of flesh, a thoughtful look flashed in Uchiha Gin's eyes. Shouldn't the Otsutsuki clan be busy activating their Tenseigan at this time?

Why would they value someone like me, a stranger from the land, so much? There must be some unspeakable secret behind it.

However, the priority now is to find out the treasure of the Otsutsuki clan. Logically speaking, that so-called treasure should be the Tenseigan.

the other side,

In a secret dungeon of the Otsutsuki clan.

In the dim candlelight, several elderly figures lay flat on the stone ground covered with dry grass.

They were all pale and emaciated, their hands and feet bound by heavy shackles, their tattered clothes covered in torn wounds from which black pus and blood oozed.

"Cough cough cough"

One of the figures, who was relatively young, coughed a few times with difficulty, the sound coming from his mouth like a broken bellows, a sound that saddened those who heard it and brought tears to their eyes.

"Time is almost up."

"Save your energy. You're only sixty. You have many years ahead of you."

An elderly man with completely white hair and beard lay beside him. Seeing the man trying to get up, he spoke up to dissuade him. His ashen face showed no trace of desire to live.

Apart from the two people talking, the other men lying down had empty eyes, and apart from the slight rise and fall of their chests, which proved that they were still alive, there were no other signs of life.

"Why! We are also from the Otsutsuki clan, why are you treating us like this?"

The man in his sixties cried out in anguish, his voice filled with unspeakable bitterness. He was already so old, yet he still had to be cared for by dozens of people in shifts every day.

My penis is already pineapple-like!

"Crunch~"

Just then, the cell door was opened, and a burly figure walked in with his head down. In the flickering candlelight, the terrifying face of Ōtsutsuki Hōraku slowly emerged.

He lowered his head, his small, beady eyes, devoid of any emotion, and scanned the elderly people lying on the ground.

"It's that demon!"

The man, only sixty years old, trembled violently upon seeing the appearance of Otsutsuki Akira, as if he had witnessed the thing he feared most.

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The other elderly people, perhaps already used to it, did not utter the same scream as the man from before, but their slightly trembling bodies betrayed the barely suppressed fear in their hearts.

"Ugh, how ugly."

Having already tasted delicacies from land and sea, Otsutsuki Hikari, devoid of his former tyranny, looked at these deformed and grotesque figures with eyes full of disgust.

Holding a handkerchief to his mouth and nose, he coldly addressed the two puppets beside him.

"These guys are useless now, let's send them to meet our ancestors!"

Contrary to expectations, the tormented old men on the ground opened their somewhat cloudy white eyes in surprise, but instead of fear of death, they showed a sense of joy at impending liberation.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! I've waited eighty years for this day! Finally, I don't have to eat raw kidneys anymore!"

(End of this chapter)