Does He Like Extreme Lightning? The Mysterious Elder Jin

Returning home, Lin Chen gently scooped Na'er up in his arms, carried her to her bedroom, and carefully laid her onto the soft bed. He pulled the thin quilt over her with delicate movements, terrified of waking her from her slumber.

Lin Chen stepped out of the room on tiptoe, turned to close the door securely, and headed toward the cultivation room.

Stepping into the cultivation room, Lin Chen sat cross-legged on the floor. Accompanied by a low hum, the Thunder Hell Vine, wreathed in dark purple lightning, emerged from his body. Its thick vines swayed slightly in the air, faintly emitting a violent aura of thunder.

Lin Chen looked at the soul spirit before him and murmured, "It is time to help you raise your cultivation."

As his voice fell, the electric light around the Thunder Hell Vine flickered gently. As if in response, the tips of the vines bobbed, sending back a vibration of intimacy.

The unique aspect of the Thunder Hell Vine is that it does not need to go to the Spirit Ascension Platform; it can increase its cultivation simply by absorbing thunder.

He slowly raised his palm, and the Ultimate Thunder surged from his palm, transforming into strands of pure electric light that poured continuously into the branches of the Thunder Hell Vine.

The lightning on the vine grew increasingly intense, and the violent power of thunder slowly diffused throughout the cultivation room. Lin Chen could clearly perceive the cultivation of the Thunder Hell Vine rising steadily.

I do not know how much time passed, but the cultivation of the Thunder Hell Vine finally reached about seven hundred years.

Lin Chen was completely drained, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, panting heavily as his soul power was entirely tapped out.

He looked at the Thunder Hell Vine, which was in excellent condition, and said softly, "How is it? Do you like the Ultimate Thunder? Let us stop here for today; I do not have a single drop of soul power left."

The vine body trembled slightly, emitting a low, soft hum, and then transformed into a dark purple stream of light, returning to Lin Chen's body.

"Exhausted to death, covered in sweat. Time for a shower," Lin Chen felt damp all over. He stood up, opened the door to the cultivation room, and walked into the bathroom.

The warm water washed away his fatigue. Lin Chen looked at himself in the mirror and could not help but praise repeatedly, "This face is truly handsome."

After washing up and changing into clean white pajamas, he headed straight for the kitchen.

He took the ingredients for a sandwich out of the refrigerator, humming a strange lyric about "cakes sold in cake shops, bread sold in bread shops."

Very quickly, a fragrant sandwich was finished. The only flaw was that there was no Guojiao to nourish his tired body and mind.

Speaking of which, Lin Chen stood up and walked back to the kitchen, attempting to recreate Guojiao based on memories from his past life.

First, he steeped black tea bags in boiled water. Once the tea soup was rich in color, he added an appropriate amount of rock sugar, stirring carefully until it completely dissolved, then set it aside to cool.

Adding a suitable amount of ice cubes, a glass of bright, sweet, and refreshing "Guojiao" was complete.

Picking up the glass and taking a sip, Lin Chen's satisfied voice echoed in the kitchen: "Simply amazing. At room temperature, it is like horse urine; chilled, it is Guojiao."

Click. The sound of the door opening rang out. Na'er stood at the entrance, rubbing her eyes. Seeing the drink in Lin Chen's hand, she pouted and said angrily, "Brother Lin Chen, you were eating alone behind my back! I want some too!"

Lin Chen looked at Na'er and thought to himself, Oh no, I made too much noise and woke this little girl up.

He hurried over to appease Na'er: "Alright, alright, I will go make you a glass."

He handed the chilled Guojiao to Na'er. Na'er looked at the color and asked Lin Chen with a strange expression, "Brother Lin Chen, does this taste good?"

She hesitantly took the glass, tilted her head slightly, blinked her amethyst-like eyes, and took a tentative sip.

The sweet tea fragrance mixed with the icy sensation instantly surged into her throat. The sweet but not cloying taste slowly spread across her tongue, and her slightly puzzled expression was replaced by the look of someone discovering a new world.

Na'er opened her eyes wide, her purple pupils shining as she looked at Lin Chen and praised, "Delicious! It is truly a delicacy of the human world."

Saying this, she gulped down the rest.

Lin Chen watched Na'er finish it with satisfaction and urged her to rest early. After the two whispered goodnight to each other, Na'er obediently returned to her bedroom.

Lin Chen returned to his room and sat cross-legged, slowly closing his eyes. He calmed his mind and entered meditation, and the dormant soul power in his body began to flow slowly.

Just as he was immersed in his cultivation, a long, somewhat weathered sigh rang out in the depths of his mind without warning, instantly breaking his meditative state.

Lin Chen's mind shook, and he slowly opened his eyes, a trace of surprise flashing across his brow. "Who is it? Stop playing god and acting like a ghost!" Lin Chen scanned his surroundings vigilantly.

No sooner had he spoken than an irresistible wave of dizziness swept over him. Lin Chen felt the world spinning before his eyes, and his consciousness felt like a pulled thread, rapidly becoming blurred and scattered.

When he struggled to open his eyes again, the surrounding scene had completely changed.

He was no longer in his familiar bedroom, but in a boundless space.

Before him was a beam of light that seemed to possess some kind of magic; Lin Chen walked toward it involuntarily.

As he drew closer, the light gradually condensed into the figure of an old man. His body was surrounded by a warm, brilliant golden halo, but no matter how hard Lin Chen tried to focus, he could never see the old man's clear facial features, leaving only a hazy silhouette.

The old man's gentle, ancient voice echoed slowly in this space: "Child, do not be nervous. It is this old man who summoned you here."

Lin Chen felt as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he still asked respectfully, "Senior, is there a reason you summoned me?"

The golden halo swirled slightly, and the old man spoke slowly: "The world calls me Elder Jin."

Lin Chen's pupils shrank violently: "Elder Jin? Isn't that the Golden Ancient Tree of Shrek?"

Lin Chen quickly suppressed the shock in his heart and bowed respectfully: "This junior greets Elder Jin."

Elder Jin nodded slightly, the golden halo brushing past Lin Chen, his tone calm but carrying a trace of gravity: "The moment your martial soul awakened, this old man already noticed you, but there was never a suitable opportunity to meet you."

Elder Jin paused, the golden halo around him dimming slightly, his tone becoming more hurried and helpless: "This old man's time is running out. It seems I will not be able to explain everything clearly today."

He looked at Lin Chen, his voice extremely solemn: "When your cultivation breaks through to level forty, this old man will notify your father, Yun Ming, in advance. He will bring you to me. By then, everything can be explained clearly."

Lin Chen's heart tightened, and he could not help but ask, but Elder Jin raised his hand slightly, interrupting his words: "No need to ask. The time is not yet ripe; more words are useless. You only need to remember to cultivate well."

As his voice fell, the entire space began to shake slightly. Elder Jin's figure gradually turned into golden light spots filling the sky, slowly dissipating in this spiritual space.

Another wave of dizziness struck, and Lin Chen opened his eyes abruptly to find he had returned to his bedroom.

Outside the window, the night was deep, and everything in the room was the same as before his meditation, as if the meeting with Elder Jin in the spiritual space had been nothing more than a vivid, realistic dream.

He sat up straight, his brows furrowed tightly, his heart full of confusion: "What on earth... is going on?"