The End of the Extreme Dao: I Planted a Sacred Tree and Gained Immortality

Chapter 187: Teaching Chakra, Ninja Clan Plan
After the battle, Ailing Town was shrouded in silence after the smoke had cleared, with the broken road surface and the remains of the burning poplar trees still emitting residual heat.

The people in the town were not frightened by these scenes. Instead, they gathered in twos and threes. Some were cleaning up the battlefield, while others were bragging to each other about their sharpshooter moments - someone had shot off the head of a level three infected creature with an explosive bullet, and someone else had killed hundreds of monsters with a single grenade.

Huo Ying stood on a huge rock, overlooking the whole place. He frowned slightly, as if a life mentor was examining his student, with a hint of "almost passing" in his eyes.

The good news is that ordinary people use the explosive weapons made by Huo Ying to kill monsters, which also increases the progress of the sacred tree.

The bad news is that tens of thousands of monsters only increased the progress of the sacred tree by 1%.

It seems that the plan of defending the small town and attracting weird things is useless. Huo Ying needs more powerful warriors and troops to clean up other cities and eliminate more weird things.

"Lord Otsutsuki! The cleanup is complete! No fish escaped!" A young man came running over quickly, his face still showing excitement after the battle, and his voice was louder than a cannonball explosion.

Huo Ying looked back at him and said calmly, "Okay. Count the ammunition loss and repair the defense line. Since you are so energetic, remember to write a 10,000-word post-war summary and give it to An Yu. Don't try to fool around."

"Yes! Lord Otsutsuki!" The young man stood at attention and saluted, then turned and ran, running faster than the group of monsters - his face had been smoked black from the continuous firing, and even if he didn't write a report, Lord Otsutsuki would definitely not recognize him.

Run, run, and make sure not to leave any more impression on Lord Otsutsuki.

Huo Ying did not laugh. In Ailing Town, there were always people who wanted to make their presence felt in front of him. This was human nature. What he needed to do was to filter out those who only had ulterior motives and keep those who were both ulterior motives and obedient.

Huo Ying gave this young man a chance, but the result was obvious, he was filtered out.

However, just as Huo Ying was about to turn around and leave, hurried footsteps were heard. He did not need to look back, as his sharp eyes could already see clearly who was coming.

"Lord Otsutsuki." Zhang Zhanhong walked up panting, his voice full of fatigue, but his attitude was as firm as iron.

"Hmm?" Huo Ying turned his head slightly and stared at Zhang Zhanhong with some amusement.

Huo Ying had already seen Zhang Zhanhong's pursuit of An Yu. Unexpectedly, when he fell in love, Zhang Zhanhong lost his brain and became a bootlicker who didn't even care about his own life.

But Huo Ying didn't want to laugh, because no one was qualified to laugh at love.

Zhang Zhanhong was silent for a moment, then suddenly knelt on one knee, as serious as a medieval knight: "Lord Otsutsuki, I want to become stronger!"

Huo Ying was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he saw some familiar scene. He didn't rush to speak, waiting for Zhang Zhanhong to continue.

"I almost died in today's battle. If An Yu hadn't saved me, I wouldn't be standing here!" Zhang Zhanhong said word by word, as if summarizing his crimes. "I don't want to drag everyone down anymore, and I don't want Ailing Town to be in danger because of my weakness. Lord Otsutsuki, please, teach me how to become stronger!"

Huo Ying raised his eyebrows: "So, your current realization is - you want to be stronger, or even become a shadow that follows you everywhere, so that someone doesn't have to face the cold doomsday alone?"

Sorry, Huo Ying couldn't help laughing. Although mocking love is bad, love is really funny.

"Brother..." Zhang Zhanhong's face instantly turned purple, but he felt relieved in his heart. The fact that Huo Ying could joke with him and laugh at him proved that Huo Ying had not forgotten their friendship, even if Huo Ying was so strong that there was a huge gap between him and everyone else.

Zhang Zhanhong sighed deeply and said firmly: "I can pay any price for this."

Huo Ying looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly turned around, with his back to Zhang Zhanhong: "Can you bear the price of your life?"

Zhang Zhanhong's eyes lit up: "Brother, as long as I can become stronger, I will listen to whatever you say!"

"I hope you don't regret it."

Huo Ying's voice was very serious. This was serious business and he was not joking.

In the doomsday, he couldn't be the nanny of Zhang and his son forever. It just so happened that he had an experiment that required people with strong minds to have a chance of success.

A bootlicker who falls in love is the most mentally resolute being in the world.

The underground laboratory of the Blue Gene Factory.

Huo Ying stood next to the sophisticated instrument, carefully reading the instructions for use posted on the instrument. The old dean, who was reborn from the dead, helped Huo Ying explain like an assistant.

Zhang Zhanhong sat on a metal chair, his hands and feet were in proper order, even his posture was like a newly graduated student waiting for his instructor to announce his results. His eyes were full of anticipation: "Brother, this experiment...what is the success rate?"

The old dean glanced at Zhang Zhanhong, then looked at Huo Ying silently. The power of love is so terrifying that it can make people believe that a person who has just read the instruction manual of the instrument can complete the experiment.

Huo Ying stood beside the instrument, glanced at him, and said in a calm voice, as if he was talking about the weather: "Theoretically... the success rate is about 0.5 percent."

"Huh?" Zhang Zhanhong almost jumped up from his chair. "Can you at least give me a two-digit probability? That way my death would seem worthwhile."

"You still have time to quit." Huo Ying said calmly as he turned on the instrument, "I can also inform An Zaixin and tell him that the experimenter is scared and there's no need to bother him to come over to help."

Zhang Zhanhong: “…”

It would be better to die now than to let your future father-in-law know that you are afraid of death.

After confirming that love in Zhang Zhanhong's mind had overcome reason again, Huo Ying spread out his hands, and a ball of blue chakra light appeared in his palms. He looked at Zhang Zhanhong, with a hint of unquestionable authority in his tone: "Get ready, I'm going to start."

God is empty.

Chakra poured into Zhang Zhanhong's body and flowed along his meridians.

This was the first time that Huo Ying used the Chakra Scalpel to perform Shenkong. He wanted to try whether he could place the chakra into the host's meridians, allowing the chakra to flow naturally and form a circulation, so that the host would have the ability to refine chakra by himself.

At first, Zhang Zhanhong felt his body was wrapped in some kind of warm force, but not long after, this feeling receded like the tide, followed by a sense of emptiness.

"As expected, the average person's body cannot sustain chakra."

Huo Ying said in a deep voice, picking up another injection on the table: "This one is chakra cells, theoretically it can make your body adapt to it. Try again."

Chakra cells are the genetic fluid extracted from Huo Ying's body with the help of the old dean.

The inspiration for this came from the human-evil potion that the old dean had successfully researched.

The specific operation was also completed by the experienced old dean. Huo Ying used his Byakuyan to observe and found that there was indeed the power of chakra in the cells. Moreover, as long as the cells were soaked in nutrient solution and were not allowed to die, the chakra would circulate continuously and would never be exhausted.

Once the cells are implanted into Zhang Zhanhong's body, the old dean speculates that the chakra cells will slowly transform the experimental subject like the human weird potion. Eventually, just like the experimental subject possesses strange powers, Zhang Zhanhong will slowly be able to cultivate chakra on his own.

However, the second experiment also failed.

The chakra was like water poured into the sand, leaving no trace. Zhang Zhanhong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and laughed dryly: "Brother, this experiment... is it not suitable for me?"

Huo Ying glanced at him calmly: "What are you talking about? The significance of an experiment is not success, but exploring possibilities."

Zhang Zhanhong: "...Your words are really inspiring."

The old dean assisted Huo Ying in starting the machine and checked Zhang Zhanhong's physical data.

"Sir, although your chakra cells are strong, for some reason, they seem to not belong to this world and are easily killed by the immune cells in the test subject's body."

"With the strength of your body's cells, this shouldn't happen. It's like an alien species invasion. If you put a small crocodile from a wild lake in a fish pond in an artificial lake, it won't be long before all the fish are eaten up, and only the crocodile will be left in the artificial lake."

"Your chakra should have no natural enemies, and it should be able to easily destroy the subject's own cells and control his body. But now, it's like putting a small crocodile from a wild lake on the moon. The small crocodile cannot survive on the moon, so even if there are no natural enemies, it will still die."

That's it!

Huo Ying glanced at the old dean approvingly.

His explanation helped Huo Ying find the reason why he could not teach chakra.

Be it the divine space or the genetic fluid, even the intimate chakra transmission between Liang Yao, Bai Xizhi and Huo Ying, all of these failed.

The reason for all this is chakra, which is not from this world. Without the sacred tree and oneself, one will lose the living environment.

Only by localizing the chakra first can the chakra be truly transmitted.

Localization means the fusion of chakra and the power of this world.

Isn’t this the magic in the Sage Mode?

Although Huo Ying has not yet obtained a sage body, and chakra and natural energy have not yet combined to form perfect sage cells, but when Huo Ying enters the sage mode, his body will undergo a qualitative change. Extracting cells in the sage mode may allow chakra to have a medium for survival and transmission.

Just do it if you think of it.

"Dean, you only have one minute to extract my cells."

Huo Ying walked to the center of the laboratory, sat cross-legged, and slowly adjusted his breathing. An inexplicable force surged in the air, like an invisible wave gathering towards him. His skin began to become unusual, with a faint scaly sheen appearing on the surface, and a golden light slowly appeared in his two pupils, one white and one red.

Snapped.

A huge tail suddenly appeared behind Huo Ying, and Huo Ying turned into a terrifying Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The moment he entered the Sage Mode, the air pressure in the entire laboratory changed instantly. The air seemed to be grasped by a pair of invisible hands, becoming heavy and stagnant, and every breath felt like pulling lead blocks.

A strange halo appeared around Huo Ying, as dazzling as the scorching sun, making people dare not look directly at him.

There was a faint force of nature surging in the halo, as if all the majesty of mountains, rivers, wind, rain, thunder and lightning were condensed into one. The land beneath the feet seemed to sense this transcendental power and trembled slightly, as if it was surrendering, or struggling in fear.

"Hurry up, there's only one minute."

Huo Ying raised his head and looked at the old dean. It was just a normal look, but the kaleidoscope blessed by magic was eerie and terrifying even without using pupil power, as if it could see through all the vanity and appearances in the world and reach the depths of the soul.

Just by being glanced at by that gaze, the old dean felt as if he was standing naked in the biting cold wind. All his secrets and disguises were ruthlessly stripped away, leaving only the purest awe and fear. All thoughts of resistance were like fragile bubbles, crushed by the powerful sense of oppression before they could even rise.

"Oh my god, if I extract cells from him, I will die..." The old dean shuddered and suddenly realized: "No, I'm already dead. Well, since I'm already dead, what's there to be afraid of?"

Fortunately, the old dean was a reincarnated body and had died once, so he was able to withstand the tremendous pressure, pick up the instrument, and take out Huo Ying's cells.

"Brother, this..." Zhang Zhanhong trembled with fear as he watched. Not only was Huo Ying as terrifying as a Tyrannosaurus Rex, but even the cells taken from Huo Ying's body made Zhang Zhanhong feel oppressed.

"This is the Sage Mode." Huo Ying said calmly, as if he was introducing the neighbor's big yellow dog. "This is the fusion of infectiousness and chakra. Ordinary people can't control chakra, so let's try this."

After one minute, Huo Ying returned to normal. After the old dean finished cultivating the immortal cells, Huo Ying took the syringe, walked to Zhang Zhanhong, and injected the immortal cells into Zhang Zhanhong's body.

At first, everything was calm, until Zhang Zhanhong's face suddenly turned red and his body began to twitch uncontrollably.

"I...I'm going to explode!!"

Zhang Zhanhong shouted in horror. The veins on his skin twisted and bulged wildly like a thick python, as if they were about to break through the constraints of his skin. It took on a strange blue-black color and even grew scales. His muscles expanded at a speed that defied common sense. The clothes that originally fit him were torn apart in an instant, and the fragments fell down like fallen leaves.

Crack, crack! Zhang Zhanhong's bones made crackling sounds inside his body, as if an ancient mechanism was forcibly twisted. His body suddenly grew taller and his face was distorted beyond human form. His original outline was gradually replaced by a hideous and burly figure, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a statue of a demon rising from the abyss of hell.

"No, you just ran away." Huo Ying stood up calmly and stretched, "Don't worry, I've seen worse situations than you."

The old dean immediately looked at Huo Ying suspiciously. Wasn't this Huo Ying's first time doing human experiments? How could he have seen the worse situation?

"In cartoons." Huo Ying sighed. He was the only one who had seen this world.

Roar!
Zhang Zhanhong completely lost control, instantly crushing the sturdy alloy chair and punching Huo Ying.

Huo Ying dodged it easily with a flash of the wind. Then he opened his Mangekyō Sharingan and looked at Zhang Zhanhong indifferently.

The next second, Zhang Zhanhong became dull, maintaining his out-of-control immortal appearance, and began to snore as he stood in front of Huo Ying.

"The experiment was successful." Huo Ying said calmly, his expression still calm.

Zhang Zhanhong was placed on the bed. His breathing gradually stabilized, but his body still maintained the appearance of a monster. He was just trapped in an illusion. His mind went crazy in the illusion created by Huo Ying and he lost control of his body.

The old dean saw the clue. After all, it was not the first time he saw Huo Ying perform magic.

Looking at Zhang Zhanhong's ferocious face, the old dean asked in confusion: "It really worked."

Huo Ying did not answer, but turned and left the laboratory, leaving behind a vague mutter:

“It’s much better than I expected.”

"At least he didn't blow up."

(End of this chapter)