Thunderstorm Asthma? I’ll Just Drain the National Power Grid!

Lin Yuan pulled something out from under a pile of rusty armor fragments.

It was a short metal staff, entirely black.

There were no runes on it, nor any radiance.

The Logistics Department specialist’s face changed when he saw what was in his hand.

“Mr. Lin… Lin Yuan! Not that one!”

His voice even stammered.

“This… this is a sealed A-rank dangerous item, the thunderfall battle staff!”

“It was forged from the core of an extraterrestrial meteorite, and the lightning energy contained within is extremely violent, completely uncontrollable! Several seniors with lightning abilities who tried to use it before… all met with accidents!”

“That’s why it was discarded here, waiting to be destroyed!”

However.

Lin Yuan wasn’t listening to what he was saying at all.

He hugged the short metal staff as if he were hugging a giant sausage.

His mouth was practically watering.

Comfortable!

So comfortable!

This pure lightning energy was simply tailor-made for him!

“I’ll take this one,” Lin Yuan patted the staff, his tone firm.

“Huh?” The Logistics Department specialist was completely dumbfounded… Ultimately, with Lin Yuan’s insistence and the Logistics Department specialist’s expression of “if you insist on courting death, I can’t stop you,” he successfully took possession of the thunderfall battle staff.

He also collected his S-rank newcomer resource package.

A briefcase.

Upon opening it, rows of sparkling crystals were neatly arranged inside.

“These are standard units of ‘Spirit Stones,’ high-purity energy crystals, the hard currency for cultivators in the Inner World,” the Logistics Department specialist explained.

Inside the box, there were also several bottles of pills in jade vials, and a glowing jade slip.

After returning to the high-level single dormitory assigned to him, Lin Yuan impatiently closed the door.

He first placed his precious battle staff on the bed, then picked up a spirit stone from the box.

It felt warm and smooth to the touch, and light seemed to flow within it.

This was the cultivation resource everyone was fighting over?

Lin Yuan, mimicking scenes from novels, held the spirit stone in his palm and tried to absorb the energy within it.

A faint, almost imperceptible warm current flowed from his palm into his body.

And then… it was gone.

Lin Yuan: “…”

That’s it?

He tossed the dull spirit stone aside with a look of disdain.

He picked up the jade slip and, following the instructions on it, immersed his mind within.

A segment of information flowed into his mind.

“Basic Spirit Refinement Method.”

A common and safest method of energy absorption.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged on the ground and began to breathe in and out according to the method’s description.

Guiding the energy within his body to circulate through his meridians.

An hour passed.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes and felt the changes within his body.

The energy in his divine body had indeed increased by a trace.

Truly, just a trace.

This amount of increase was even less efficient than when he had secretly touched a power outlet on the hallway wall when he went downstairs earlier.

Lin Yuan gave up.

He stood up and came to a conclusion.

This “primitive” method of cultivation, with its simple breathing, was simply a waste of life!

The so-called Basic Spirit Refinement Method was just a guide on how to use your mouth and chopsticks.

And spirit stones, at best, were like that small plate of cold shredded kelp before a meal.

The real main course, the full Manchu Han Imperial Feast, was thunder and lightning!

Lin Yuan’s gaze fell back on the thunderfall battle staff.

His eyes lit up.

Rather than systematically eating these “cold dishes.”

He might as well find a way, find a good place, and give himself a good “charge.”