Thunderclap Manor's Shocking Change

The black-clothed youth stroked his goatee. Although his face was unclear, he gave off an immortal, sage-like feeling. Opposite him sat a slovenly uncle in a gray overcoat, drinking.

The place where the two were was like a combination of a computer room and an operating room, with both network cables and screens, as well as operating tables with bloodstains not yet dry, and several hibernation pods stacked not far away.

The black-clothed youth lowered his head and asked, "The method of Technological Cultivation has already been created. Are you really determined to give up?"

The slovenly uncle's voice was quite lost: "What's the use of creating it? Didn't it still bring this disaster? Besides, haven't all those who were given the method of scientific cultivation been destroyed? Cultivating without cultivating the heart, destruction is only a matter of time. There may really be no shortcuts in cultivation."

After the slovenly uncle finished speaking, he took a few more big gulps of wine. The black-clothed youth took the wine pot and also took two sips, comforting him, "At least you tried. Not everyone can attain the Dao. At least your ordinary Dao heart can be called an Eternal Dao Heart."

"I'm fine, it's just a failure. But aren't you regretting giving up the opportunity to try Ascension to Immortality through the Heavenly Gate in order to stay and help me?"

The black-clothed youth shrugged his shoulders: "The Heavenly Dao is selfless, it should be like this."

After speaking, he saw a few hibernation pods still placed in the laboratory, raised his finger and asked, "Do you want to try again?"

The slovenly uncle shook his head and said, "The failed products created before have all self-destructed. I just want to try using corpses that no longer have a subjective consciousness. But without a subjective consciousness, it is impossible to wake up with just a memory body, so those few can be considered failures that have not even started."

The black-clothed youth suggested, "Why not put my Divine Sense in and try?"

"Even if the body of a mortal is transformed, it is impossible to withstand Divine Sense. Besides, that is cheating, and it doesn't count as truly achieving Technological Cultivation."

Bang—

While the two were chatting, an explosion sounded not far away.

The black-clothed youth drank the wine, got up and said, "They're here so fast. I'll go take care of them. Can your broken place hold on?"

The slovenly uncle sat on the ground and still didn't get up: "I have my own way to protect this place, but without researching the real results of Technological Cultivation, it doesn't matter whether it's protected or not."

The black-clothed youth didn't speak any more. He stomped his foot and flew out, with several Azure Lightning bolts accompanying him.

Ka-

A thunderclap sounded from outside the window, and Ji Qinglin suddenly woke up from his dream. At this time, it was raining heavily outside the grocery store, with lightning and thunder flashing intermittently.

Ji Qinglin let out a breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

A vague dream, a vague scene, the dialogue was intermittent.

Ji Qinglin occasionally had such strange dreams, not knowing if it was because he had been investigating his resurrection, causing some paranoia.

Maybe it was just a guess in his brain about the result, but it could also be a search for memories. But if it was a memory, from what perspective did he see those scenes? Ever since he unlocked the cultivation mobile phone on his body, Ji Qinglin increasingly believed that this vague dream must be related to his awakening.

Was he an experimental product of Technological Cultivation? If that was the case, just as he had heard, how could a dead corpse that had lost its subjective self-consciousness be resurrected? Whenever his thoughts gathered here, Ji Qinglin felt some palpitations and inexplicable panic, unable to continue thinking. And this time, the feeling of panic was particularly strong, obviously because this dream was clearer than before.

Could it be because of that Immortal Remains? Feeling really uncomfortable, Ji Qinglin didn't think any more, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face to calm down. When he returned to the room, he came to the next door to see Yu Ye sleeping on the sofa bed in the living room.

This little guy didn't seem to be awakened by the thunder, probably because he had been too tired from practicing these days. At this time, his sleeping posture was quite unrestrained.

Ji Qinglin raised his hand and covered Yu Ye with the quilt. Just as he was about to leave, he was surprised to find that the inexplicable palpitation and fear had disappeared at this time. Ji Qinglin, who had experienced it many times before, was very sure that this was not some psychological effect, but a real physical change.

After hesitating for a moment, Ji Qinglin did not wake Yu Ye up, but pushed Yu Ye, who was covered with the quilt, inward, and lay down on the edge of the sofa bed himself.

Although Yu Ye was sleeping soundly, he was still awakened by the movement. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found Master Ji Qinglin lying next to him in his pajamas. Yu Ye didn't scream, but whispered in surprise: "Master!? What are you doing?"

Ji Qinglin didn't open his eyes and said lightly, "I'll sleep next to you for a while, do you mind?"

"Uh, no, I don't mind."

As Yu Ye spoke, he wrapped himself in the small quilt and moved inward, leaving more space for Ji Qinglin, but Ji Qinglin didn't mean to cross the line, just closed his eyes and lay flat, continuing to sleep.

Although he didn't know what Master was doing, it was rare to have such an opportunity to observe Master at close range, so Yu Ye was not in a hurry to fall asleep, but turned to look at Ji Qinglin, who was close at hand.

Outside, there was thunder and rain, while Master was breathing evenly, his tall chest muscles rising and falling, his chin, bridge of his nose, eye sockets, and the contours of his face were very clear, and his slightly furrowed brows were now slightly relaxed, wondering what he was thinking about just now.

Eyelashes...

Before he could finish observing, Ji Qinglin opened his eyes and looked over:

"Go to bed early, I'll teach you how to practice tomorrow."

Yu Ye had no choice but to lie back obediently.

"Understood."

Just as Ji Qinglin was calming down and about to fall asleep, Yu Ye next to him couldn't help but curiously whispered:

"Master, are you afraid of thunder?"

"Sleep!"

Although there was no gale to accompany it, the dense, bean-sized raindrops still bathed the entire city in a downpour.

Apart from the brightly lit places that revel all night long, most residential areas under the rainy night had returned to silence in the early hours.

Except—

Inside Thunderclap Manor, the side room in the last courtyard still had its lights on.

Whenever there was a night of thunder and rain, the backyard of Thunderclap Manor would be empty of people; this was a rule set by the manor's owner.

Lei Qiong, the President of the Xin Dong Street Merchant Association, was circulating his energy in the room while staring at the crystal object on the table. At the same time, streaks of Azure Lightning struck around the manor.

But before he could finish the last set of exercises, President Lei suddenly paused, then quickly reached out to put away the object on the table, turned his head to look at the dark corner of the backyard, and said cautiously, "Since you've come, there's no need to hide."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flew straight into the room.

Looking at the thin figure, still dressed in night clothes, although the person had already entered the room, there was not a single drop of rain behind him.

"Hand over the Immortal Remains."

The voice was like dry leaves in the mountains, sounding like an old man.

Lei Qiong had never told anyone about possessing the Immortal Remains, and this person had come rushing in when he was about to finish his last energy circulation, clearly prepared. He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the crystal object in his hand.

"How did you find out?"

The other party didn't respond to such probing words at all, stepping forward and rushing over. Seeing this, Lei Qiong's arms flashed with purple lightning as he met him head-on.

Bang—

With a loud noise, along with streaks of lightning, all the doors and windows of the backyard side room shattered, and a huge hole was blasted into the rain curtain in the courtyard.

The old man in night clothes was blasted away and crashed into the wall. Lei Qiong strode out, his arms glowing even more intensely with lightning.

"If you want the remains, you'll have to see if you have the ability!"

The old man still didn't answer, leaping high off the ground, then kicking in mid-air, his figure diving towards Lei Qiong, along with the torrential rain and thunder behind him.

Crack—

Amidst the heavy rain in Bangkok, several more Azure Lightning bolts struck down.

I'm trying to post it earlier today, so everyone can enjoy it. Old readers know that I, the little author, won't dig holes. It's better to leave a little suspense about the protagonist's background (there will be a reversal later). Alright, the plot is officially starting to get interesting! President: MD! The trouble is actually me.