The Practice of Chakra Nature Transformation

The difficulties of alchemy lay in controlling the heat and timing, as well as understanding the medicinal properties of every herb.

Only years of study could build up the right "feel," greatly reducing the chances of mistakes during alchemy.

But none of these difficulties were a problem for Indra now.

The Sharingan's perfect replication allowed him to precisely grasp every detail.

As long as Senior Sister Cheng Zhen demonstrated it once, he learned it on the spot.

In less than a week, Cheng Zhen watched Indra transform from a complete novice into a seasoned alchemy master.

His terrifying talent for learning was so absurd that no one could even bring themselves to envy him. They could only feel that Indra was a different species from them.

How could the gap between people be so vast?!

Oh, right. Junior Brother was the reincarnation of an immortal. Never mind, then.

After comforting herself this way, Cheng Zhen returned to her room and shut herself away for several days once she had taught Indra everything she knew.

Having mastered alchemy techniques and all of the Three One Sect's prescriptions, Indra shifted his focus to developing the Rasengan.

"The training for the Rasengan is essentially the ultimate form of chakra shape transformation.

"It will let me control the form of my techniques, thereby enhancing their power and range."

Sitting cross-legged in his bedroom, Indra effortlessly gathered a mass of chakra in his palm.

"The first stage of Rasengan training is to gather chakra in the palm, then use that chakra to burst a water balloon."

Every time he cultivated the Reverse Birth Triple Layer, his control over his chakra improved.

Finding it easier than he had imagined, Indra simply skipped the first stage and went straight to the second: the rubber ball exercise.

He needed to further maintain the chakra he released and materialize it until he could burst a rubber ball.

"Maintain the stability of the chakra's form, keep it flowing continuously in different directions, and compress it!"

The process was similar to pressurizing a water pipe, except this time, the pressure was applied to the meridian system in his hand.

His fragile meridian system immediately sent back a faint prickling pain under the strain of continuously releasing chakra.

Indra ignored it and continued concentrating.

Boom!

With a loud blast, the rubber ball in his hand exploded instantly.

A dense mass of pale white chakra had already condensed above his palm.

Indra flipped upright and struck the bed.

Riiip!!!

The Rasengan's powerful rotational force instantly shredded the bedding and blasted a massive crater into the thick wooden bedframe!

Amid the flying wood chips, Indra took out the Horse Talisman and gave it a light press.

Once everything had returned to normal, he sat back down on the bed.

What Indra needed to do now was repeat the exercise until he was completely proficient and could effortlessly form a Rasengan.

The process was not difficult. With his solid foundation, he mastered it in just two days.

He even incorporated the technique of the Split-Air Palm, achieving the ability to launch the Rasengan from his hand.

But when it came to developing Chidori, Indra truly hit a wall.

Compared to the Rasengan, Chidori was more difficult, combining both chakra nature transformation and shape transformation.

He had now taught himself shape transformation, but he still did not know nature transformation, causing him to get stuck at the very first step.

Decisively giving up on further research, Indra immediately prepared to set off.

Judging by the time, if he delayed any longer, he would miss the battle at Sky-Piercing Cave.

When they learned Indra was leaving, the disciples of the Three One Sect gathered at the mountain gate.

Cheng Zhen, who had shut herself away for days, came to see him off alongside Martial Uncle Si Chong and his master, Zuo Ruotong.

There were also many unfamiliar faces among the crowd seeing him off.

Without exception, they were disciples who had failed while attempting Reverse Birth, leaving them crippled.

Thanks to the publicity arranged by Zuo Ruotong, everyone knew that the [Life-Giving Pill] Indra had created by accident had cured their disabilities.

It was no different from giving them another chance at life.

Thus, although many of them were already past forty, they still lowered their heads respectfully to bid Indra farewell.

After waving goodbye, Indra arrived at a secluded place.

"Come, sword!"

Indra called out softly, and the chakra shortsword on his back flew from its sheath in response.

He lightly leaped onto the blade. Driven by the Chicken and Rabbit Talismans, he soared ten thousand meters into the sky, transforming into a streak of light as he sped into the distance.

The thrill of flying on a sword was something ordinary flight or running across the ground could never compare to!

Indra, cosplaying a sword immortal, overlooked the vast land and gazed toward the Sky-Piercing Cave in Jilin.

He had truly benefited greatly from this half-month at the Three One Sect.

Not only had Zuo Ruotong, a renowned master, personally taught him, but he had also been taking medicine and training every day. His growth rate had been astonishing.

The amount of chakra in his body had reached its physical limit, already more than five times that of an ordinary Chunin.

Without using the Twelve Talismans, his combat strength should have reached the level of a Special Jonin.

Everything satisfied Indra, except for one problem: the Sharingan.

"Why aren't you moving, brother?!"

Ever since awakening his one-tomoe Sharingan, its progression seemed to have been completely locked.

At this rate, let alone the Mangekyo Sharingan, it would already be a miracle if he could evolve it into a three-tomoe Sharingan.

Recalling the process of his last awakening, Indra began to wonder. Could it require a battle where I face real danger?

When members of the Uchiha Clan suffered intense emotional changes, a special chakra would surge from their brains and act upon their optic nerves, evolving the Sharingan.

The only time his emotions had fluctuated so violently was when he had nearly died at the hands of the Shadow Mask soldiers and the evil dragon's lackeys.

If he wanted to evolve the Sharingan, he might have to experience something similar.

But the problem was, he was afraid of dying!

Precisely because he feared death, Indra had no desire to take risks.

He wasn't some suicidal madman. What if he really died?

"One path's turned into a dead end. I originally planned to use the Shadow Masks only after awakening the three-tomoe Sharingan, but now it looks like I'll have to do it early.

"I need to save up one chance to cross over, have a proper talk with Dad, and get the potion to remove the mask."

Indra stopped dwelling on it and lowered his gaze to the group below.

At that moment, a party led by Tang Sect leader Tang Bingwen was riding toward the Sky-Piercing Cave.

With his hands clasped behind his back, Indra guided his sword downward.

"Who goes there?!"

Though the hair of Tang Bingwen's remaining right eye had turned gray, his reaction was still swift.

He immediately looked up and spotted Indra flying over on his sword.

When Indra slowly descended atop his short sword and began traveling alongside their group, everyone, Tang Bingwen included, fell silent.

Lü Ci, among the group, even rubbed his eyes. Once he confirmed that he wasn't seeing things, he sucked in a sharp breath.

"An object-manipulation technique?"

Tang Bingwen frowned deeply, having discerned a few clues.

But the object-manipulation techniques he knew could at most control objects in flight. The Tang Sect had similar methods.

Yet someone standing atop a sword and flying at such speed was simply unheard of!

Tang Bingwen sensed no hostility from Indra, so he cautiously asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"I am Indra of the Three One Sect. I have come at Boss Zhao's request to lend the Tang Sect a hand."

Indra clasped his hands in greeting and directly stated his identity.

Tang Bingwen recalled the letters sent several days ago by the brothers You Ke and You Shou.

The letters had praised Indra to the heavens, claiming he was practically the reincarnation of an immortal.

Now that he saw him for himself, You Ke and the others had not exaggerated at all!