Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the Thunderstruck Wood.
"It really is Thunderstruck Wood!"
"First time seeing it. It looks just like the descriptions in the legends."
"..."
At this point, another voice rose from the murmuring crowd, "President, what’s the use of Thunderstruck Wood?"
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"It will aid your upcoming Immortal Cultivation."
Lin Beichen didn’t go into detail; even if he did, they wouldn’t understand, and it would be a waste of breath.
After speaking, he raised his hand to quiet everyone down and then said, "Alright, next I’ll teach you the first step in Immortal Cultivation: Visualization. What is Visualization? It’s to imagine as clearly as possible an unknown energy appearing within your body..."
While Lin Beichen explained the key points and his experiences in mastering the Visualization Realm, others started to mimic his actions.
Soon, everyone was trying hard to visualize, and Lin Beichen himself entered a state of cultivating the Thunder Skill.
One minute...
Two minutes...
...
Time ticked by second by second.
Who knows how long had passed.
Finally, someone couldn’t take it anymore.
"What is this? I can’t feel anything."
"Yeah, we can all imagine, but nothing happens in our bodies. Isn’t this just a scam?"
"I bet he’s always meditating because he’s just sitting there daydreaming."
"This is frustrating! If I knew all we had to do was daydream, I’d have stayed in bed!"
"Okay, I’m convinced. This whole Immortal Cultivation thing is a scam."
"..."
Voices of dissatisfaction and disappointment echoed one after another.
They were just in it for the novelty and curiosity.
As time went on, the sense of novelty and curiosity wore off...
One by one, they left the gym.
Even though Lin Beichen was deep in cultivation, he was aware of what was happening in the gym. However, he didn’t intervene.
Those who left either lacked determination and followed others out or didn’t have enough comprehension and mistook daydreaming for visualization.
Even if they stayed, it wouldn’t accomplish anything.
As time passed, more people left.
Of course, not everyone left. Throughout the day, some club members trickled in, either after finishing their classes or because they were bored and decided to check it out since they had signed up.
In and out they went...
Lin Beichen remained unaffected, methodically doing his own thing—cultivating, and during breaks, explaining the visualization process to new members and answering questions for those who hadn’t left.
Repeating...
From morning until evening.
Other than Lin Beichen, three people stayed in the gym until then. Although they had been sitting there all day, trying to visualize, they hadn’t felt anything.
Seeing the time, Lin Beichen said to them, "Alright, let’s call it a day. Cultivation isn’t achieved overnight. Keep a calm mindset; you might suddenly have an enlightenment one day."
He saw them off.
Then he tidied up the gym.
As he was about to leave.
His phone rang.
"Ring ring... ring ring..."
Lin Beichen glanced at the screen. It was his mom!
Without thinking, he answered the call.
"Hi, mom."
"I am not your mom, Lin Beichen."
A raspy laugh came from the other end of the line, like sandpaper scraping the ground, making it unpleasant to hear. The voice continued, "However, your parents are in my hands."