Chapter 127: The Orthodox Method of Thunder

The vast sky stretched endlessly, the earth boundless beneath it. A streak of azure lightning tore across the curtain, followed by a thunderclap that shook the ears to deafness.

“Azure Lightning, huh.” Chen Jin sat by the window ledge inside the room.

Meow!

With a soft thud, a black cat suddenly dropped from midair, landing on the smooth floor behind Chen Jin.

“So, the saying that demons fear thunder isn’t just rural superstition,” Chen Jin chuckled softly.

“Where did you learn the thunder technique?” the black cat hissed irritably.

“A blessing from heaven,” Chen Jin replied calmly, turning slowly to face the cat.

“Roar!” The black cat suddenly let out a fierce roar. Its form shifted abruptly, becoming a dark, fierce tiger that nearly filled half the room.

Porcelain shattered and crashed to the floor in a chaotic clatter.

The tiger opened its massive jaws, aiming directly for Chen Jin’s throat...

But Chen Jin remained still, and the beast’s gaping maw stopped midair, never reaching its target.

“A bit fishy. You’ve been stealing fish, haven’t you?” Chen Jin said, wrinkling his nose.

The black tiger, no longer holding back, bit down fiercely on Chen Jin’s throat in embarrassment and rage.

Crack...

Though Chen Jin’s neck did not break, several of the tiger’s sharp teeth snapped off.

This was a spell Chen Jin had prepared long ago—his body as solid as iron.

His mastery of this spell grew more seamless with time, and his defenses ever stronger.

“Roar... roar...” The tiger’s form suddenly shrank back, transforming once more into a small black cat, which Chen Jin caught easily in his arms.

“Heh heh, you’re not going anywhere now.” Chen Jin pinched the loose skin at the back of the cat’s neck, fingertips sparking with blue electricity.

The cat tried to wriggle, but the electric current coursing through its body left it limp like a withered cucumber in Chen Jin’s grasp.

Outside, there was a sudden pounding at the door... no, it was knocking.

“Young master, young master, what’s wrong? What happened?” a voice shouted from outside.

“Look at the trouble you’ve caused me.” Chen Jin gave the black cat a gentle shake, then exhaled a breath of primordial energy that enveloped the creature, lulling it into a deep sleep.

He then tossed it onto his bed, wrapping it in a blanket to hide it.

Only then did Chen Jin leisurely move to open the door.

“What’s the rush?” he asked, turning the tables.

Two maids stood outside: Xiao Qing and Xiao Bai, his personal attendants.

“Young master, just now there were sounds coming from your room... it sounded like... a fight?” Xiao Qing said cautiously.

“A fight? What fight? I’m the only one in this room—am I supposed to be fighting myself?” Chen Jin said with obvious annoyance.

With that, he slammed the door shut.

Outside, the two young girls stared at the closed door, stunned.

Inside, Chen Jin suddenly sensed something was off.

His emotions felt strange, unsettled.

“Could it be this Thunder Technique causing trouble?” he immediately thought.

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