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After knocking for a long time without receiving a response from Dream Source, Lin felt a surge of panic and quickly ran to the kitchen window.
He pried open the window and swiftly climbed inside, his movements fluid and efficient.
"Dream Source! Dream Source!"
Calling out anxiously, Lin dashed into the living room.
Upon entering the living room, Lin's body suddenly froze. His pupils contracted as he saw Dream Source sitting cross-legged on the sofa, floating three meters off the ground.
Dream Source had her eyes tightly closed, her expression blank. The absence of her amber-colored eyes made her look somewhat solemn and detached.
Around Dream Source's body, faint currents of wind swirled, gradually converging from below.
A soft blue light emanated from Dream Source's body, making her appear like a glowing light bulb.
As Lin stood there, the surface of Dream Source's body began to shimmer with intricate blue patterns that spread from her palms across her entire form. The patterns were elaborate and beautiful in an otherworldly way.
At the same time, blue patterns also began to shine on Lin's forehead, resonating with the Contract Patterns.
While Dream Source was cultivating, Lin was nearby and could gain some energy growth as they were, in a sense, a community.
"What is this…"
When he regained his senses, Lin's eyes were filled with shock.
Dream Source was actually floating, which indicated that this was her first cultivation session, revealing her innate abilities for the first time!
The higher the distance she floated away, the better her talent was. This was an ancient method used to test talent, which, although not very precise, would not lead to major errors.
At this moment, Dream Source was three meters off the ground, exceeding the top-tier level by more than double the distance of one meter and thirty centimeters!
Three meters—this distance was terrifying!
Thoughts that had been pressing down on Lin Xin began to surge in his mind. A flash of inspiration struck him as he suddenly recalled something he had never fully understood.
Divine A; this term had appeared several times in Lin's life, yet he only had a vague understanding of it and had never grasped its full meaning.
Lin Ke speculated that this talent must be incomparable to the top-tier level four talents, perhaps even falling short by half. However, he was unclear about the exact differences.
This question had lingered in Lin Xin's mind for quite some time without resolution, and it remained so now. He still did not understand whether such a terrifying talent as Dream Source could be classified as Divine A.
After pondering without any fruitful outcome, Lin could only sigh. Very few people knew about A; it seemed he would have to wait until he reached Wuyuan Star to find someone to inquire about this matter and clarify everything regarding A.
He looked up again to observe Dream Source closely; she seemed unable to finish anytime soon. So, Lin decided not to concern himself with her and instead headed upstairs.
It was merely cultivation; there wouldn't be any danger. The thick-skinned Lin Ye felt no need for caution and walked upstairs like a block of wood, focusing on his own matters.
...
Downstairs, Moe Source was still engaged in her first cultivation session while Lin had already begun rummaging through boxes upstairs in search of his precious Sunken Dragon Wood Rolling Pin.
Inside the room, dust flew everywhere as Lin covered his nose and coughed twice, murmuring softly, "I feel like it's here; why can't I find it?"
This room originally belonged to Lin's Mother during her lifetime, but after her passing, Lin moved all of her mother's belongings into this room.
The door was locked, and Lin had never entered this room because he was still a melancholic child at that time. Stepping inside would only hurt him with memories and emotions.
As a result, the room was quite messy and filled with dust, which made Lin, who had a cleanliness obsession, very uncomfortable.
After some effort, Lin finally found a rectangular wooden box among the clutter. This was the box that Uncle Qing had given as a gift, and Shuyao had never changed its container.
Opening the wooden box, he saw a dark brown Sunken Dragon Wood Rolling Pin lying inside. A smile appeared on Lin's face as he eagerly took out the Rolling Pin.
The Dragonwood felt extremely heavy in his hands. It looked like just over a meter long and about the thickness of a baby's arm, yet it weighed more than ten pounds. It had a substantial weight to it.
"Not bad, as heavy as iron. It truly lives up to the reputation of Dragonwood!"
He praised silently while stroking the Rolling Pin. The sense of time's passage emanated from it; this rolling pin must have been cherished by his mother and used frequently, as it was already very smooth from wear.
Unlike other kitchen utensils, the Rolling Pin did not wear down like knives do; its quality did not diminish with use.
On the contrary, the Rolling Pin became smoother with use. The more it was used in making various dishes, the better it felt in hand, almost like it accumulated spiritual energy over time.
Another great tool! Lin felt secretly pleased and planned to head outside with the Dragonwood in hand.
"Thud!" As he lifted his foot, Lin accidentally kicked over a paper box, causing its contents to spill out and scatter across the floor.
It was probably because he had moved the box behind him while searching earlier that he hadn't noticed it.
He furrowed his brow and glanced at the ground, where he saw various items, from hairpins from his girlhood to hair ties from when he became a husband.
Sighing, Lin had no choice but to squat down and tidy up. He carefully packed those things away. These were all relics of Lin's Mother, and he had to treat them with care.
While tidying up, Lin picked up a palm-sized notebook, delicate yet thick, resembling a dictionary, secured tightly with a button strap.
"What is this?"
With curiosity, Lin opened the notebook. The first white page contained a sentence: "Shuyao, you cannot disappoint Brother Lin and Master’s expectations!"
The first line was an encouragement to himself, indicating that the following content must be exceptionally challenging; otherwise, his mother wouldn’t have written such self-motivating words.
As he continued flipping through, Lin's astonishment deepened. He couldn't help but exclaim, "I thought I was the craziest chef in the world; it turns out I can find kindred spirits!"
This notebook contained Shuyao's experiences practicing Bone Soft Cake, detailing everything from initial techniques to later attempts at substituting the two missing ingredients with various materials.
This book was incredibly valuable to Lin; the notes within would save him from taking many detours!
Moreover, Shuyao had already researched the basic properties of the two missing ingredients, which was very close to understanding their essence and could provide Lin with precise direction.
With this notebook on Bone Soft Cake, perhaps it wouldn't be so difficult anymore. His mother had already helped him complete most of the work!
Next, Lin just needed to find those two substitute ingredients that were about to surface.
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