Chapter 1 The Feeling

Hoo!

In the dark of night, An Qisheng sat up abruptly. A sliver of hazy moonlight shone through the window, illuminating his face, which was etched with surprise and elation.

"This feeling, this feeling..."

An indescribable sensation spread through An Qisheng's heart, causing him to tremble slightly.

Even now, he didn't know what had happened to him.

But he knew that the thing he had been searching for so long had finally appeared!

Close eyes!

Open eyes!

Close eyes!

Open eyes!

.......

An Qisheng seemed to tirelessly open and close his eyes, like a child who had found his favorite toy.

It seemed that as long as he wished it, whether his eyes were open or closed, that strange perspective would appear!

"Not good."

After experimenting a few times, An Qisheng shuddered and fell back onto the bed. He felt utterly drained, like he had pulled an all-nighter at an internet cafe and then run a marathon.

His eyelids drooped, and he drifted off to sleep unwillingly.

"Does this perspective consume my stamina?"

........

"Layman, Layman..."

"Abbot, is the Layman having a fit?"

"Little friend An, little friend An, wake up..."

Amidst the noisy shouts and shaking, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

"You're finally awake."

Seeing An Qisheng wake up, the old Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief and instructed the young Taoist to go and prepare medicinal cuisine.

"Taoist priest, what's wrong?"

An Qisheng sat up halfway, feeling a splitting headache and somewhat dazed.

"You've been asleep for two days. If you hadn't woken up, this old Taoist wouldn't have known what to do."

The old Taoist priest looked haggard, as if he hadn't slept for a long time either.

An Qisheng's continuous sleep had frightened him badly.

With the mountain sealed by heavy snow, ambulances couldn't even get in. If something really happened...

"I'm fine. I've made the Taoist priest worry."

An Qisheng massaged his temples, not expecting that the perspective would consume so much energy.

He had slept for two days, and he still felt weak all over.

"Little friend's pulse is very weak. It seems you've consumed a lot of stamina and need to rest now."

Seeing An Qisheng about to get up, the old Taoist priest gently pressed him back down.

"Xiao Tan has gone to prepare the medicinal cuisine. You should rest first, calm your mind, and don't do anything that might harm your body, which is already very weak."

Looking at the old Taoist priest's sighing expression, An Qisheng was a little speechless.

What do you think I was doing?

"When essence is full, one does not think of lust. When qi is full, one does not think of food. When spirit is full, one does not think of sleep. Little friend An, remember, remember."

The old Taoist priest shook his head and sighed.

How else could a young man lying in bed consume so much stamina?

With that, he ignored An Qisheng's dark expression and walked straight out of the guest room.

He was indeed tired these past two days.

Fine!

An Qisheng was too lazy to explain. Lying on the bed, he didn't dare try to open that perspective again. Instead, he closed his eyes and recalled and analyzed what had happened to him.

First of all, that perspective wasn't a change in his eyes, but something in his body, or rather, his soul?

Second, time was truly flowing backward under that perspective. What he saw should be real.

Third, that perspective would consume his stamina.

Where did this ability come from?

What was its purpose?

Could it cure his illness?

"Layman?"

Not long after lying down, the young Taoist walked into the guest room carrying the medicinal cuisine.

"Thank you."

An Qisheng sat up. After lying down for a while, he had recovered some strength.

"No trouble, no trouble."

The young Taoist put down the medicinal cuisine.

An Qisheng had things on his mind and didn't say much. He hurriedly finished the medicinal cuisine and lay down to rest again.

Watching the young Taoist clean up the dishes, An Qisheng suddenly had an idea: "I didn't look closely before. I wonder what effect it would have on people?"

Thinking this, An Qisheng looked up at the young Taoist.

Buzz~

An Qisheng felt a slight heat in front of his eyes. In the corner of his vision, a line of symbols appeared:

???】

"What is this thing?"

An Qisheng was stunned.

"Layman?"

Seeing An Qisheng staring straight at him, the young Taoist couldn't help but wipe his face. "Is there something dirty on my face?"

"No, no."

An Qisheng came back to his senses. Seeing the young Taoist about to leave with the dishes, he quickly stopped him.

"Young Taoist priest, I don't know your name yet."

"My secular name is Tan Jingshan..."

As Tan Jingshan spoke, An Qisheng's heart trembled. The line of runes in the corner of his eye twisted slightly.

It actually changed from ???】 to Tan Jingshan】!

"Layman?"

Feeling uneasy under An Qisheng's gaze, the young Taoist couldn't help but speak.

"Is there something you need?"

"Young Taoist priest, are you, are you really called Tan Jingshan?"

An Qisheng's eyes shone with a frightening light.

"I, I..."

The young Taoist's hand trembled, and he stammered, not knowing what An Qisheng wanted to do.

"Don't be nervous."

An Qisheng squeezed out a smile.

After a long while, the young Taoist fled from the guest room.

What appeared in the corner of An Qisheng's eye was now a panel covering the young Taoist's name, age, and other information.

"This panel, based on my understanding, presents everything I see as data before my eyes?"

"But what's the use of this?"

An Qisheng's gaze swept over all the furnishings in the room.

Sure enough, as his gaze shifted, the data of all the furnishings in the room were listed before his eyes.

Recognized items displayed their names, while unknown items were all question marks.

An Qisheng supported his forehead with his hand and sighed deeply.

"This is useless..."

Boom!

Just as An Qisheng sighed, the panel recording the young Taoist's name, height, and weight shattered before his eyes.

Immediately afterward, streaks of light and shadow flashed before his eyes like slides.

Time flowed backward again before his eyes!

The difference was that this time, the object of the reversal was limited to the young Taoist named Tan Jingshan alone!

He saw the young Taoist lighting a fire to prepare the medicinal cuisine, saw him waiting by his bedside, saw him sweeping away the snow, saw him doing morning exercises, cleaning the guest room, greeting guests, practicing boxing...

It seemed like only an instant, but An Qisheng had seen everything the young Taoist had experienced in the past month.

"This is, the past of that young Taoist?!"

After a fleeting glance, An Qisheng decisively closed his eyes. It was only an instant, but he was already somewhat exhausted.

Although it was partly because he was already sleepy, it was clear that this ability to view the past of others consumed a lot of stamina.

This was only for an instant. If he watched for a long time, wouldn't he just drop dead on the spot?

"As long as I know a person's detailed information, I can see their past? What about the future, can I see it?"

An Qisheng rubbed his temples. After a moment of slight surprise, he smiled bitterly.

"What can I do with these abilities? Fortune-telling?"

As long as he knew the information, he could see a person's past. This ability was undeniably powerful.

But for a dying person, even the most powerful ability greatly loses its appeal.

"I just want to live a few more years..."

An Qisheng sighed, experiencing the past of the young Taoist that he had just seen.

All the scenes the young Taoist had experienced in the past month flashed before his eyes.

Morning exercises, practicing boxing, greeting guests, cooking, cleaning the room, and even some indescribable youthful budding...

Numerous scenes were densely displayed within An Qisheng's perspective, making him dizzy.

This feeling was very strange, as if the perspective was divided into countless pieces, each corresponding to a different scene.

The many scenes together formed the young Taoist's memory of a month.

"It seems that it can do more than just this..."

An Qisheng's heart stirred. One of the many scenes suddenly zoomed in and quickly crowded out the space of all the other scenes, becoming the only thing in his perspective.

Buzz~

In the next instant, An Qisheng felt a daze, as if his consciousness had entered that scene, into the young Taoist's body!

"This works too?"

An Qisheng was somewhat surprised. He could clearly feel this fresh body without any pain, and even feel the wriggling of the muscles and the rhythm of the heartbeat.

However, he could only feel it, and could not control the young Taoist's actions.

He could only "watch helplessly" as the young Taoist practiced that set of boxing techniques.

"Daoist Qingyuan, I didn't intentionally try to steal your skills..."

After feeling it for a moment, An Qisheng withdrew from this state, but he did not forget the boxing techniques he had experienced earlier.

Every move and stance of this Xuangong Fist (Mystic Skill Fist), down to the specific force exertion techniques of each move, was deeply imprinted in his mind in this short moment!

"This ability..."

An Qisheng was somewhat terrified.

Learning boxing was never a simple process. Learning a new boxing technique, even for someone with a foundation in martial arts like him, would take at least several months, or even years.

But he, inadvertently, in a short moment, learned this Taoist Xuangong Fist, which integrated cultivation methods, training methods, fighting methods, and killing methods!

Moreover, with a reference, he could practice this boxing technique to a deeper level at a faster speed.

"It's just that it consumes a lot of energy..."

His mood fluctuating several times, An Qisheng, who was already exhausted, could no longer resist the sleepiness. He fell on the bed, recited the formula of the Shelong Sleeping Dan Gong (Hidden Dragon Sleeping Elixir Skill) in his mind, and fell into a deep sleep.