Calming the Chakra Storm and the Empty-Fort Stratagem of Luring the Enemy Deep Inside

The meridians felt as though red-hot wires were being pulled back and forth through them, while every inch of flesh cried out under the unbearable strain.

Baishi sat cross-legged in the deepest underground chamber beneath the Hokage Building.

There were no unnecessary furnishings here, only cold stone walls and an ever-burning lamp. Its flame swayed, stretching his shadow long across the floor.

The weight of the Leyline Origin and the ferocity of the One-Tail Chakra—two completely different forces—rampaged through his body like two beasts locked in the same cage, tearing at each other and ripping apart the vessel that contained them.

Without the tremendous vitality of the Hashirama Cells supporting him, his body would have collapsed long ago.

Even so, the critical point of losing control was already close at hand.

Baishi slowly opened his eyes. On the stone platform before him lay a bundle of dark green herbs.

Dragon Whisker Grass.

Without hesitation, he picked up a stalk and put it directly into his mouth.

The bitter juice slid down his throat, and a cool, gentle energy rapidly spread through him, attempting to soothe the two raging forces inside his body.

However, instead of calming the storm, this foreign, mild force was like a ladle of cold water poured into boiling oil.

Boom!

Baishi's body jolted violently. A mouthful of blood burst uncontrollably from his lips and splattered across the cold floor.

The clash between the three forces was even more violent than he had expected.

Enduring the tearing pain, he mobilized his own refined Yin Release Chakra, transforming it into countless slender threads. Rather than trying to suppress the forces by force, he began carefully guiding and sorting them like an experienced shepherd.

It was an extraordinarily delicate and dangerous process.

The slightest mistake would sever his meridians