"Extract the alien gene, add blood from the forehead, introduce a medium gene, separate unnecessary factors, increase affinity, and enhance phase-shifting capabilities..."
Ding Huan was nearly immersed in the creation of the Wood Element Gene Spiritual Root.
He was sure that even in his previous life, he didn't possess such a talent for genetic creation.
Three hours later, the first attempt at creating the Spirit Root Gene failed.
Five hours later, the second attempt failed.
Ten hours later, the third attempt failed.
He didn't know how much time had passed, nor how much blood he had shed.
In any case, whenever Ding Huan was tired, he would simply sleep in the laboratory and, upon waking, eat something and continue with the gene creation.
After numerous failures and restarts, the genetic knowledge in Ding Huan's mind gradually became more agile.
He even felt that creating the gene spiritual root was becoming easier, shedding the unfamiliarity of before.
On the fourth day, Ding Huan carefully removed a test tube from the equipment.
Looking at the pale green liquid inside the test tube in his hand, Ding Huan was filled with excitement—this time, he had finally succeeded.
Ding Huan's own genetic potion—he had a feeling that the purity of this batch would not be low.
He had never made top-quality genetic potions before, but this Wood Element Gene Spiritual Root Potion was likely to be of that caliber.
Although he was extremely hungry, Ding Huan had no thought of eating; he was fixated on the potion in his hand.
After several days of effort, he was certain there had been no issues in the gene creation process.
If it didn't work, then it would mean that Reincarnation Blood could not be replaced with blood from his forehead.
Wait, Reincarnation Blood?
Could it be the blood of someone reborn? He had been reborn; could that mean he had undergone reincarnation?
The realization hit Ding Huan, freezing him in his tracks—if his guess was right, then he had hit the jackpot; he was indeed a Reincarnator.
Taking a deep breath, Ding Huan downed the Wood Element Gene Spiritual Root Potion in one gulp.
Logically, he should have taken a bath and changed his clothes, stabilizing himself before merging with the genetic potion.
But he didn't have time, and he didn't even dare leave the laboratory.
A strong premonition of danger kept him from appearing in others' sight again.
After drinking the Genetic Medicine Liquid, it took only a few seconds for Ding Huan to feel a sudden ignition in his chest.
A terrifying flame seemed to explode from his chest and then surged throughout his body.
Ding Huan cried out in agony, collapsing to the floor.
In his groggy state, he felt as if flames were rushing to the top of his head, and in the next moment, they would completely incinerate him.
Ding Huan was certain that not on Earth, and not even on the Changyi Continent, would anyone merge genes as numerous as his.
Because he had once been a gene experiment subject, an Allogeneic Affinity Body.
As a gene experiment subject and an Allogeneic Affinity Body, whether the genes were good or bad, he had to try them all.
Even after merging so many genes, Ding Huan had never encountered such a terrifying gene fusion process.
Was this a good or a bad thing?
This was, after all, a highly pure genetic potion—would he have instantly perished if it were impure?
Ding Huan tried hard to maintain his will, to not lose consciousness, but the pain was too excruciating.
At that moment, Ding Huan would have preferred to truly be burned by fire rather than feel this internal incineration.
...
When Ding Huan woke up again, it was already midnight. He opened his eyes feeling as though he had been scraped by knives all over—bloodstains everywhere.
Besides that, he didn't seem to have changed much, had he?
Had he succeeded or not?
Right, Luo Shijin, he would know after running the Luo Shijin.
The first Cycle of Luo Shijin began, and when that faint breath didn't dissipate as quickly as usual, Ding Huan's eyes reddened.
A trace of breath settled in his Dantian, he could even feel his strength increasing a bit. As hunger struck, Ding Huan couldn't help but growl.
He had succeeded—he now possessed the Wood Element gene spiritual root. He truly was a Reincarnator, and the Reincarnation Blood was his own blood.
With a bit more time, as he entered the ranks of the gene cultivators, it meant he would have the ability to protect himself.
Confirming the formation of his gene spiritual root, Ding Huan struggled to calm down.
However, the excitement and jubilation made it nearly impossible for him to stay composed.
Without having experienced being hunted and treated like a dog, it was hard to understand Ding Huan's emotions at that moment.
It took a full ten minutes before he took a deep breath, then grabbed the only remaining packet of instant noodles from his bag and quickly devoured it with some mineral water.
After eating, Ding Huan cleaned up his surroundings a bit and immediately began genetic cultivation.
He was worried someone would come and force him to leave. Before obtaining the gene spiritual root, there was nothing he could do if someone schemed against him.
Now that he had gotten the gene spiritual root with great difficulty, even if there were only a few hours until dawn, he would not miss the opportunity.
The Luo Shijin was on a completely different level compared to the gene meditation he had practiced before.
After just three Cycles, Ding Huan was totally engrossed.
"Bang bang!" A succession of knocks woke Ding Huan, still in the midst of cultivation. He opened his eyes and saw it was already noon, hunger hitting him again.
Ding Huan looked alertly at the laboratory door, leaping up knowing someone was out to get him.
What's going on? He had hardly exerted any effort but felt as if he was about to crash through the ceiling.
A sense of power coursed through him, and his body seemed to have become lighter—Ding Huan knew instantly what had happened.
With the gene spiritual root, he indeed felt a difference; just half a day of practicing Luo Shijin and his strength seemed to have more than doubled.
Maybe in another month, he could become a first-level gene cultivator.
In his past life, he had ceaselessly studied gene knowledge and then crazily fused various ability genes.
In the end, he had only merged six genes, and after two hundred years, he had only become a fourth-level gene cultivator.
He had lived for over two hundred years, not because he had cultivated to a certain level of strength that increased his lifespan.
It was because he spent all his savings to buy a vial of advanced lifespan genetic medicine liquid on the Changyi Continent.
In the two hundred years away from Earth, he had only done three things.
First, he made efforts to extend his lifespan by two hundred years, the second was buying the planet that accompanied him later, number five, and the third was crazily learning all kinds of gene knowledge and then fusing six genes.
Looking back now, even if there hadn't been a personal vendetta against him, what he had done seemed futile; at best, he could only have lived an extra twenty or thirty years.
The door was knocked on again, Ding Huan grabbed a shovel from his bag, cautiously walked behind the door, and gently turned the doorknob with a forceful pull.
A man in a lab coat with a beard-stubbled face stumbled in, and Ding Huan nearly made him fall with that pull.
"Mr. Geng..." Ding Huan watched in surprise as Geng Qian Xing nearly tumbled, then quickly remembered the shovel in his hands and hurriedly stuffed it back into his bag.
"It worked, my endurance gene potion was successful," Geng Qian Xing's voice trembled with excitement.
"You fused the endurance gene?" Ding Huan wasn't excited, just surprised as he looked at Geng Qian Xing.
He knew Geng Qian Xing's endurance gene potion would surely be successful, but he didn't expect the guy to be so impatient and fuse it himself.
Geng Qian Xing nodded vigorously, "Yes, I have already merged the endurance gene. I'm certain my endurance gene potion is currently the top gene medicine on Earth.
Thank you, thank you for telling me about the PT short chain gene. Without your guidance, I definitely wouldn't have succeeded."
At this moment, Geng Qian Xing's reverence for Ding Huan was like a surging river, not an exaggeration at all.
Ding Huan, however, sighed. Based on his gained gene knowledge, if one fused another gene before merging the spirit root gene, there was basically no hope of fusing the spirit root gene.
He couldn't achieve it, and there wasn't a second person on Earth who could.
At least, not now with his current abilities. Or maybe the guy who wrote Luo Shijin could come up with a solution.
"Right, I still don't know your name. Are you a new teacher at the school?"
Geng Qian Xing finally calmed down after sharing his joy with someone else.
"I'm Ding Huan, a new teacher at the school. Do you believe what I said now?" Ding Huan patted Geng Qian Xing's shoulder with a heh heh laugh.
"Believe, absolutely believe."
Geng Qian Xing's eyes shone; his favorite work was researching gene potions that could be fused with the human body, and Ding Huan's abilities had completely convinced him.
"Mr. Geng, Mr. Geng..." Another call came from outside.
As the door to the lab Ding Huan was in was wide open, a middle-aged man soon appeared at the door.
The middle-aged man's gaze fell on Ding Huan and Geng Qian Xing, and he half-opened his mouth for a long time without being able to utter a word.
Were these two shabby looking individuals from his Yujiang University's gene laboratory?
"Principal Tan, what brings you here?" Geng Qian Xing obviously recognized the middle-aged man and quickly called out.
Ding Huan silently thought so this fellow is Tan Bei, the principal of Yujiang University.
Yujiang University from top to bottom seemed somewhat unreliable.
"What's going on here?" Tan Bei came to his senses.
"I..." Geng Qian Xing immediately wanted to tell Tan Bei he had researched the endurance gene potion.
But then he remembered what Ding Huan had told him before and he stopped in his tracks.
Tan Bei didn't think much of it, just saying, "Mr. Geng, the talent assessment for the Blue Star Ten Great Colleges is about to start, and our school now has twenty spots to participate. Can you lead a team?"
Tan Bei really had no other choice. Currently in Yujiang University, apart from this Geng Qian Xing present, there was no second person with some competence.
Actually, he knew asking Mr. Geng to lead the team meant just literally leading the team.
Generally, team leaders also train the students participating in the assessment before the exam.
At present, most of the candidates were just using Yujiang University's name to take part in the assessment; nobody really needed training from a Yujiang University teacher.
"Ah..." Geng Qian Xing looked dazedly at Tan Bei, and after a while, he actually said, "Principal Tan, it's meaningless for our school to even go."
Tan Bei waved his hand, "What if? I meant what if our school gets one person through, then Yujiang University would still have a future.
I'll be leaving now, get ready. The assessment is in three months. Besides a few of our own students, most are affiliates from outside."
Seeing Tan Bei come in bustling and then leave just as bustlingly, Geng Qian Xing's excitement cooled down.
Having him lead a team to the talent assessment of the Blue Star Ten Great Colleges was not only wasting his time but also his energy.
"Mr. Geng, I think it's a good idea. I'll help you out when I'm less busy."
Ding Huan spoke. He had to ensure his own safety first, then help Yujiang University.
Deep down, Ding Huan didn't want Yujiang University to fall. This related to his cultivation journey.
If Yujiang University fell, where would he even find a laboratory for creating gene potions in the future?
Yujiang University's gene laboratory had cost dozens of billions; where would he get such an amount to build his own lab?
Even if he could create top gene potions, would he dare sell them?
As for renting a lab elsewhere, where could he find a place as safe as this? And the equipment couldn't possibly be as good as here.
Geng Qian Xing didn't doubt Ding Huan's offer to help him at all.
The man hadn't even looked closely, just glanced from afar at his experiment table and with a simple statement, solved the problem that had plagued him for months.
This capability, Geng Qian Xing was certain, was far superior to his own mentor.
He believed in the existence of geniuses in the world, because he himself was a genius. And Ding Huan was an even greater genius than him.
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