Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

Having once devoured the Divine Tree's fruit, Kaguya's body alone provided more than enough life force. After feeding her to the Ten Tails, the new Divine Tree's fruit grew at an astonishing rate.

Before long, Chu Yang was holding a freshly grown fruit in his hand.

The tree withered swiftly after bearing fruit, crumbling into dust—but as long as Chu Yang wished, he could grow another.

The best fertilizer was none other than the Otsutsuki themselves—far more efficient than draining an entire planet. And since those bastards would come here eventually anyway, Chu Yang was ready to bury them one by one.

From the cracks formed by the broken seal, a series of alarmed faces began peeking out. They were Hamura's descendants, left behind to guard the seal on the moon.

They had witnessed the entire battle, and the overwhelming power Chu Yang had displayed left them terrified. As seal guardians, they understood Kaguya's might better than anyone.

Yet that legendary figure had been reduced to nothing more than a helpless chicken before Chu Yang, unable to resist at all.

Chu Yang looked down at them coldly, like a demon god towering above, making the group tremble in fear.

How should he deal with Hamura's descendants?

The moon had already become Chu Yang's garden for growing Divine Trees. These people were a bit of an eyesore.

But before he could act, an elderly member of Hamura's lineage suddenly dropped to his knees. Seeing this, the others followed suit, kneeling to worship Chu Yang like a deity.

"At least you know how to read the room..."

"But you've misunderstood. I have no intention of harming you. I just want you to live somewhere else."

Before coming here, Chu Yang had already left behind a Flying Thunder God marker on the surface. He could easily open a portal back—but the location wasn't Konoha. It was somewhere much more remote.

"My lord, this has been our homeland for generations. Please, we beg you to allow us to stay here."

One after another, they pleaded with Chu Yang to let them remain.

Chu Yang frowned. "The moon is barren, with little life or resources. Wouldn't it be better to return to the original planet?"

Someone among them replied, "We've lived here so long that both our bodies and souls are more attuned to this place."

"If you allow us to remain, we can serve as your helpers. If there's anything you need, just give the order."

After some thought, Chu Yang realized he could indeed make use of Hamura's descendants. The Forest of Death was too small—it was no longer sufficient as a testing ground. He couldn't exactly hollow out the entire thing.

And his bloodline experiments couldn't be exposed to the public either—many would see them as no better than Orochimaru's notorious studies.

All things considered, it made sense to move the experimental base to the moon, and he definitely needed help handling various affairs.

Chu Yang established the Flying Thunder God portal and teleported back to Konoha. Under cover of night, he used shadow clones to move his belongings. It wasn't until dawn broke that the move was complete.

Only then did Chu Yang finally take the Divine Tree fruit and swallow it whole. The immense energy exploded inside his body instantly.

The fruit contained not only vast reserves of chakra but also all the genetic information from its "nourishment."

The Otsutsuki clan had long relied on cultivating Divine Trees and consuming their fruit to evolve.

The strongest among them, Otsutsuki Shibai, evolved repeatedly by consuming these fruits. Eventually, he transcended mortal existence, shedding his physical body and achieving a higher dimension beyond life and death.

In xianxia terms, it was essentially ascension.

Rather than inefficiently nurturing one planet at a time, Chu Yang preferred a more direct approach—using the Otsutsuki as fertilizer.

As he absorbed the chakra, all aspects of his ninja power system, including Six Paths Sage Mode, received an epic-level boost.

Soul Palace.

A new throne lit up once more.

With it came the emergence of a strange tree, rooted at the very center of the palace—bearing an uncanny resemblance to the Divine Tree of the ninja world.

The unexpected sight startled everyone present. Compared to the new throne, the tree drew far more attention.

"Why's there suddenly a big tree here?"

"This patch really came out of nowhere."

"Looks kinda familiar though..."

"Speaking of which, which world's boss did Chu Yang mess with this time?"

Just then, Naruto World Chu Yang arrived in the Soul Palace and announced his defeat of Kaguya.

Everyone gathered around the tree, examining it curiously. After all, nothing in the Soul Palace had ever been useless.

Chu Yang tried injecting chakra into the Divine Tree to see how it would react, but it was like hitting an invisible wall—his chakra couldn't penetrate it. It felt as if the tree were rejecting the power.

Others tried using different abilities, but none of them succeeded in making the tree react.

"There must be another trigger condition. Don't mess with it too much—we don't want to damage it," said Magic World Chu Yang, calling a halt to their experiments.

Aside from a few who stayed behind, most returned to their respective worlds.

…

Xianxia World.

Mingzhou City.

Not far from Yuhang Town, this city thrived due to its extensive waterways, making it a bustling commercial hub. Dominating the city was the Xiahou family, who controlled nearly all its most profitable trades.

Even the local authorities often had to yield to them.

Fortunately, the Xiahou family, known as a paragon of righteousness, maintained a modest and courteous reputation. They never abused their power and frequently offered aid during famines or disasters, earning great respect among the common folk.

No sooner had the group entered the city than numerous citizens came forward of their own accord to greet Xiahou Zhang, their leader, their concern and goodwill entirely genuine.

"Uncle Xiahou is as beloved by the people as ever," Jiang Cheng remarked with heartfelt admiration.

"Uncle Ouyang is no different. If we're talking about a true exemplar of chivalry, Uncle Ouyang is second to none," Xiahou Jinxuan replied with equal politeness.

"All right, you two, what's the point of complimenting each other back and forth? Aren't you the least bit nervous? We're about to meet that person. What if the negotiations go south?" Xia muttered anxiously.

The closer they got to Mingzhou City, the more uneasy Xia felt. Her mood had clearly taken a downturn.

Ever since learning the truth, the shadow of Mo Yi had haunted her thoughts.

That man had, through sheer coincidence, given her a second chance at life—but with the most insidious of intentions.

She didn't even know whether she should feel grateful to him…

Sensing her turmoil, both Xiahou Jinxuan and Jiang Cheng refrained from scolding her. Mu Changlan even put an arm around her shoulder and comforted her gently.

Only Xie Cangxing laughed heartily, slapping his thigh. "Girl, don't be so nervous! If we can't handle it, my sect master senior sure can. Like the saying goes—never beat the dog without checking who its owner is—"

Xiahou Jinxuan quickly cut him off. "Brother Xie, the correct saying is, 'Don't look at the monk, look at the Buddha.'"

Xia snapped back, hands on her hips. "Who's your sect master senior? Stop acting familiar. Call him properly—Sect Master!"

Jiang Cheng shook his head. "Brother Xie, describing Sect Master Chu as someone who 'doesn't just eat and do nothing' is extremely inappropriate. You'll need to watch your words once you're back in Shu Mountain…"

Mu Changlan added coldly, "What an illiterate man."

"Hey, hey, hey! Why are you all ganging up on me now? I'm totally innocent here…" Xie Cangxing cried out.

Teasing Xie Cangxing had become a silent agreement among the group. To be fair, it worked quite well—Xia wasn't nearly as tense anymore.

The lively banter drifted to Xiahou Zhang's ears at the front. He turned to glance back at the rowdy youths, shook his head, and sighed, "So noisy and unruly. How disgraceful."

The steward accompanying him chuckled and said, "Master, they're young. It's to be expected. Didn't we act the same when we were their age? The young master usually behaves far too seriously. It's not healthy for someone his age."

Xiahou Zhang said irritably, "You and Second Brother have spoiled him since he was a child. He won't learn martial arts, insists on studying sorcery instead, and now he's all grown up with no sense of propriety. Who knows what he'll become in the future. Sigh…"

The steward accompanying them kept apologizing, though his eyes were full of amusement. Having served the Xiahou family for many years, he was practically family in the eyes of Xiahou Zhang and the others, which is why he could speak so freely with the master of the house.

The Xiahou residence was located at the highest point in all of Mingzhou City. To get back, they had to climb a long staircase. As the group made their way up step by step, the physically weakest among them, Xiahou Jinxuan, kept grumbling.

"Every time we come home we have to walk up this way. I really want to move out and live on my own."

"Young Master, don't take your blessings for granted. Go ask one of the beggars out on the street. If they had the chance to live in the Xiahou residence, do you think they'd mind a few stairs?"

"Mm… Miss Xia, point taken."

"Hahaha, why is Young Master always getting scolded?"

"I'd like to know that myself."

"Why else? You're a jinx! Every time you open your mouth, nothing good comes of it."

Scolded yet again, Xiahou Jinxuan decided to stay silent.

Back at the Xiahou residence, a servant brought word that the Second Master was bedridden with illness, startling Xiahou Zhang into hurrying over to visit.

Jiang Cheng and the others exchanged looks. They knew Xiahou Tao's true identity. A puppet, sick? He was certainly putting on a convincing act.

Xiahou Jinxuan looked conflicted. He stood in place for a long moment before suddenly speaking up. "Everyone, please wait here. I'd like to go in and see Second Uncle."

Xia cried out in alarm, "Are you crazy?"

A trace of sorrow flickered in Xiahou Jinxuan's eyes as he said quietly, "I've lived with him for over a decade. He taught me how to read and write, how to carry myself in the world, even how to use magic for self-defense. No one is made of stone. As long as the truth hasn't come out yet, I can still call him Second Uncle. But once everything is revealed, we can never go back to how things were…"

Xia opened her mouth to protest again, but Jiang Cheng stopped her. Shaking his head, he said, "Miss Xia, we all understand how he feels. Let him go."

Mu Changlan added softly, "Xia, right now the person hurting the most is the Young Master."

Xie Cangxing took a swig of wine. "Kid, don't worry about his safety. That guy still doesn't know anything."

Xia turned away in silence. She truly was worried about Xiahou Jinxuan's safety, but she also understood the pain of losing someone dear. For Xiahou Jinxuan, the moment the truth was exposed, his Second Uncle would be dead to him.

With everyone's understanding and support, Xiahou Jinxuan quickly made his way to the back courtyard and, following a path he knew well, arrived at Xiahou Tao's room.

The door was open. As Xiahou Jinxuan entered, he saw Xiahou Tao lying in bed and his father sitting at the bedside.

Pale-faced, Xiahou Tao gave him a warm, affectionate smile. "Jinxuan, you're back. You must've seen many interesting things on this trip. Tell Second Uncle about them."

"Alright, Second Uncle." A flash of sorrow passed through Xiahou Jinxuan's eyes. He walked over to the bed and began recounting amusing incidents from the ceremony they'd just attended.

He didn't hide anything about what had happened on Shu Mountain. When he mentioned the Demon Lord Chonglou appearing to congratulate Chu Yang on becoming the new sect master, Xiahou Tao's expression turned strange.

"The mighty ruler of the Demon Realm actually had time to show up in the human world for such nonsense? Don't tell me everything's going so swimmingly in the Demon Realm that he's got nothing better to do?"

The resentment in his tone was unmistakable, but Xiahou Tao quickly reined it in so that Xiahou Zhang wouldn't notice anything unusual. However, Xiahou Jinxuan, who had been watching him closely, lowered his head, his body trembling ever so slightly.

If he'd held on to even a shred of unrealistic hope before entering the room, Xiahou Tao's reaction just now had utterly crushed it.

They chatted about Shu Mountain for quite a while before Xiahou Tao began to show signs of fatigue. Xiahou Zhang, not wanting to disturb his recovery, immediately led Jinxuan out of the room.

Once they were gone, Xiahou Tao—no longer feigning illness—sat bolt upright, his expression turning sharp and vicious.

"The Demon Realm's nations are at each other's throats over the water supply, and you—its ruler—won't step in to mediate, nor do you make any effort to repair the water veins. You even dare call it 'survival of the fittest.'"

"Chonglou, you're the last person who should be ruling the Demon Realm!"

As Xiahou Tao—more accurately, as Mo Yi—lashed out at Chonglou, Xiahou Zhang had already taken everyone to the side hall for dinner. After days of eating on the road, they were all starving. Without a word, they dove into the food like wolves, eating with desperate abandon.

Xiahou Jinxuan had little appetite and soon returned to his room to rest. Strangely enough, the one who'd been feeling unwell earlier—Xia—was now eating the most voraciously.

With her senses fully restored, she was, for the first time in her life, truly able to taste the deliciousness of fine food. Even when she had spare money in the past, she'd never spent it on good food—because she couldn't taste anything.

The young girl ate while crying, looking like a refugee who had just crossed the border. Xiahou Zhang watched, the corner of his mouth twitching. He thought to himself, Whoever ends up marrying this girl better not be poor…

Didn't she already join Shu Mountain? Why is she still acting like she's never seen the world before?

No matter how good the food is, isn't crying while eating it a bit much?

Sighing that he couldn't understand the younger generation, Xiahou Zhang excused himself early from the table, leaving Jiang Cheng and the others to eat and drink as they pleased.

In the end, it was Xie Cangxing who forcibly dragged Xia away. Otherwise, she really might've kept eating all the way until morning.

Late at night, the four of them returned to their guest rooms for appearances' sake. Once everyone else had gone to sleep, they quietly emerged and made their way to Xiahou Jinxuan's room.

After regrouping, they followed his lead to Xiahou Tao's quarters.

From within, a faint glow spilled out, and voices could be heard through the door.

"Your Majesty, have you found the exact location of the Shennong Cauldron in Shenzhou?"

"There's some news, but others are also searching for the Shennong Cauldron. One of them—this guy with heterochromatic eyes—is incredibly strong. I suffered quite a loss at his hands."

"Please take care of your dragon body, Your Majesty. Yaksha Nation cannot bear the loss of its king."

"Haha, with the Grand Elder around, even if I suddenly die in battle one day, it doesn't matter. I believe you'd handle everything just fine."

"Your Majesty, please don't joke about such things…"

Though they exchanged polite words, their conversation carried veiled barbs. Even though the other man was his maternal uncle, Long Ming clearly didn't trust the ambitious Mo Yi.

Just as Mo Yi was about to continue, his expression suddenly changed. The next moment, the door swung open—and Xiahou Jinxuan stepped inside.

"Should I call you Second Uncle… or should I call you Kumu… or perhaps… Grand Elder of the Yaksha Clan, Mo Yi?"

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