Chapter 482 Red and green, dog shit

Uzumaki Yi sighed and was about to say something when he was pushed away from Ling by a force coming from behind. After suppressing the instinct to fight back, he lowered his head in slight surprise and looked at Madara who was full of hostility after pushing him away.

Although it was true that he focused most of his attention on Ling, he indeed failed to sense Madara's aura just now. Considering the strength comparison between the two sides, this was obviously a situation that should not have occurred.

[This child has been taught very well. ]

"What's wrong? Madara."

"Onii-sama is just - what are you talking about all of a sudden?" Madara looked at Uzumaki Yi with disgust, "What belongs to Onii-sama is what belongs to Onii-sama. How can you feel indifferent when you have worked hard and then let others reap the fruits of their labor?"

Ling was slightly stunned, then raised his hand and rubbed the top of Madara's head, and the sharpness between his eyebrows turned into gentleness, "Really? Our Madara is really a very upright and gentle child~ Brother is so happy."

"Brother! I'm talking to you about something serious! This damn Red - this Uzumaki always likes to plot against you. No matter what he says, just treat it as bullshit!"

Uzumaki Yi crossed his arms and smiled helplessly, "Haha, you two brothers have a really good relationship... But it doesn't matter if it happens normally, but it's really unfair to be scolded this time."

Hashirama also came over and said, "Brother Yi is actually a very good person, Madara, please don't be too prejudiced against him."

Ban showed a disgusted expression and spoke clearly, "Go away - don't tell anyone that I know you until your hair is dyed back."

Hashirama: ...QAQ

Uzumaki Yi looked at Madara, whose attention was distracted by Hashirama's depression, grinned, looked in Ling's direction again, and cast his eyes on the long sword on his waist, "Come to think of it, I was very concerned last time. Ling doesn't seem to rely so much on the staff sword used to spread his perception?"

"Ah, this - to be honest, it's all thanks to Yi for sending me to the Wet Bone Forest for training," Ling laughed, "After that, I can use some natural energy to sense the surroundings, which is much more time-saving and labor-saving than sensing ninjutsu."

Uzumaki Yi raised his hand to touch his chin. Just as he was about to speak, Hashirama suddenly jumped up and interrupted him, "So we are actually brothers! I also went to the Wet Bone Forest to practice fairy arts. Although it was difficult, I also learned it! It is really a magical power!"

"Ah... Although I can borrow some natural energy, I didn't succeed in practicing immortal arts." Ling tilted his head, "Didn't Hashirama feel bothered by that feeling of disgust when he was practicing?"

"...Ah? What do you mean by disgust? Brother, haven't you learned it yet? I heard from the Living Slug Immortal that it only took you a few days to sense the natural energy? Why haven't you learned it yet?"

Ling sighed and raised his hand to support his chin. "I don't know why, but you always manage to push my patience to the limit... I don't want to waste words with you, but since you said you have successfully practiced the immortal technique, then show it to me. I will tell you after I succeed."

Hashirama scratched the back of his head, looking at the impatience between Ling's brows but didn't dare to respond. He first glanced at Madara, who had become expressionless after he suddenly stood up, then looked at Uzumaki Yi, who was covering his face helplessly, and nodded, "I understand, but I'm not very skilled yet, so you have to wait a moment..."

"It's hard for you to help the Senju clan take care of the child," Ling put down his hand and faced the direction of Uzumaki Yi, "If he still needs to be fostered in your clan, please don't bring him with you when you meet me next time - because I'm not sure if my cultivation is good enough to not suddenly attack him."

"No, I sent the child back during the truce this year. You should worry about him being taken back by your brother instead of me." Xuwo Yi raised his hand and touched the back of his neck. "It was fine before, but now that I'm the clan leader, I have a lot of troubles every day, and this child's occasional sudden whims make me even more exhausted.

To be honest, if I wasn't afraid that the tribesmen would come alone to clash with you or tamper with the delivery technique, I would have wanted to study the sealing technique today to relax myself a little."

"Now that I think about it, after I accepted Xiaoguang as my apprentice, I have never been able to spare any time for myself to practice... It is indeed difficult to raise a child."

Uzumaki Yi nodded in agreement, "That's right - speaking of which, my child is about to be born... I'm really worried about my future life."

"Even if you say so - ah, the natural energy is starting to work."

"Sly, don't try to get away with giving gifts."

"Don't make a fuss. You'll get the gift—" Ling raised his hand to block Uzumaki Yi, turned to the direction where Hashirama was, and after concentrating for a moment, he spoke, "Sure enough, this child absorbed natural energy when he was hated. What a pity, natural energy likes him very much."

"Disgust?" Xuanwo Yi also concentrated his attention to sense it. After all, this was a child that a friendly tribe had placed in his care because of their trust in him over the years. He couldn't make mistakes with him. "I can only sense that there is natural energy gathering there. What exactly is the feeling of disgust? Will it affect the body?"

"That won't happen, but this child should forget about practicing ancient immortal arts in the future. According to Lord Huoxiao, ancient immortal arts can produce magical power that changes the rules according to each person's consciousness. Well, it can be considered as missing an opportunity."

Uzumaki Yi raised his eyebrows, "So, Ling, you were actually able to use the immortal technique a long time ago, but you didn't continue because you were concerned about this feeling of disgust?"

Ling nodded slightly, "Why should I settle for second best when I already know the best? I am greedy and only want the best."

"Ha, it seems that your arrogance has not disappeared as you grow up?" Uzumaki Yi put his arm around Ling's shoulders, "So, what do you plan to give your nephew?"

"It depends on where I'm going next. Since Xiaoguang is always against the clan, I really don't have any resources left. By the way, I haven't finished talking about the black mud yet..."

"Ah, there is a slight disagreement in our clan about that matter..."

While Ling and Uzumaki Yi were starting another round of communication, Hashirama excitedly showed Madara his Sage Mode - "How is it, how is it? Very handsome, isn't it!"

Madara stared at the dark green mark that appeared on Hashirama's face, then looked at his dyed bright red hair. After a brief silence, he spoke, "Have you ever heard a word?"

"what?"

"Red and green, it's a bullshit race."