Chen Lin did not rush outside.
He turned and headed toward the Stationmaster's Office deep within the Transfer Station.
The metal door slid open silently.
The furnishings inside the Stationmaster's Office were extremely simple: an alloy desk, a chair, and a meditation cushion.
The space here was absolutely stable. No matter what he did, it would not affect the Song-Style Courtyard House.
Chen Lin sat cross-legged on the cushion.
He pulled the wooden stopper from the jade bottle.
An intoxicatingly rich fragrance instantly filled the entire room.
No liquid poured from the bottle. Instead, a single dark-gold droplet slowly floated out.
Within the droplet, a miniature five-clawed golden dragon could faintly be seen swimming. The surrounding space warped slightly under the liquid's influence.
Pure power of qi and blood.
Without any hesitation, Chen Lin opened his mouth and inhaled.
The dark-gold droplet became a streak of light and vanished into his mouth.
The instant it slid down his throat-
Boom!
A thunderclap resounded inside Chen Lin's body.
This was no medicinal liquid. It was an erupting volcano.
The dark-gold True Dragon Essence entered his stomach and instantly exploded, transforming into countless razor-sharp golden threads that raced wildly through his meridians.
Pain.
Utter agony.
Chen Lin's face turned deathly pale, veins bulging across his forehead.
Wherever the golden threads passed, his meridians were sliced apart inch by inch and his bones pulverized, only to be instantly reconstructed by the terrifying vitality of the True Dragon Essence.
Destruction and rebirth occurred within the same second.
The Taiyin Breathing Technique automatically pushed itself to its limit. Strange black currents surfaced over Chen Lin's body, attempting to suppress that overwhelming power.
The moment the black currents touched the golden threads, they were torn apart like rotten wood.
"What an overbearing substance."
Chen Lin clenched