An old man was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Seeing Jiang Feng coming, he casually asked, "Are you dreaming again?"

Jiang Feng nodded, and the old man frowned and whispered, "Let's eat first."

After breakfast, the old man took out a small jade bottle from his arms as usual, poured out a small black pill and whispered: "Take it, and then go exercise." His tone was cold, more like an order to himself.

Jiang Feng took the pill and looked at the old man with a smile: "Grandpa, what is this you gave me to eat? Every time I take it, my whole body aches and my internal organs feel like they are on fire. Can you not take it today?" Jiang Feng's voice was weak when he said the last part, as if only he could hear it.

Hearing this, the old man turned his head slightly to look at Jiang Feng, and said softly with loving eyes: "How about this, child, how about grandpa personally feed you this pill?" After that, the old man slowly reached out his hand to take the pill.

After hearing the old man's words, Jiang Feng opened his mouth without hesitation and swallowed the pill in one gulp. However, at this moment, his mind involuntarily flashed back to the last time he was fed the pill. That experience was so terrifying and painful that even recalling it now sent a chill down his spine, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

Just as Jiang Feng swallowed the pill, a powerful force erupted within him. He felt as if his muscles were burning with fire, aching and aching, like thousands of ants gnawing at his bones. Fortunately, this wasn't the first time Jiang Feng had experienced this, so despite the excruciating pain, he gritted his teeth and persevered, silently telling himself he'd have to hold on.

After a while, as the effects of the drug gradually stabilized, Jiang Feng's face, which had been distorted by the severe pain, slowly regained its composure. He breathed a long sigh of relief, then turned around and prepared to return to the house to continue practicing. But just as he took a step forward, he suddenly heard his grandfather's familiar voice behind him, "Feng'er, don't go yet. Grandpa still has something to say to you."

Jiang Feng stopped walking when he heard the voice and turned to look at his grandfather. His grandfather looked at him seriously and said slowly, "Feng'er, your eighteenth birthday will be in three days. Over the years, Grandpa has always known that you have many questions in your heart. For example, why do you always have the same strange dream? For example, who are your biological parents... Grandpa has never given you a clear answer to these questions before. But now, Grandpa has decided to tell you the truth about everything on your birthday in three days."

Hearing his grandfather's words, Jiang Feng's heart trembled. For a long time, thanks to his keen perception and meticulous observation of his surroundings, he had more or less guessed at some clues. Especially his grandfather's ever-enshrouded mystery, his own unusual body, and those bizarre and recurring dreams... every sign seemed to hint at some hidden secret. But he never imagined that the answer to this mystery would actually be revealed. For a moment, Jiang Feng's emotions became incredibly complex: a mixture of anticipation, nervousness, and, above all, an indescribable unease.

Jiang Feng lives in Niu Village, a village nestled deep in the mountains east of Longguo. It's home to over 30 households, who rely on farming and hunting for their livelihoods. The villagers are incredibly kind and take good care of Jiang Feng and his father.

Under the influence of the drug, Jiang Feng returned to his bed, sat cross-legged, and activated the Qingyun Jue, allowing the drug's power to impact his dantian. His grandfather had taught Jiang Feng the Qingyun Jue since he was three years old. This Qingyun Jue was truly remarkable, allowing practitioners to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to enhance their cultivation and strengthen their senses. Jiang Feng's hearing had improved so much that he could clearly hear the village chief and his wife's evening conversations. His physical condition had also improved significantly over the past decade of practicing the Qingyun Jue. He could now lift 500 kilograms with ease, far exceeding the average person's.

Under the urging of the Qingyun Jue, the spiritual energy in the air transformed into a blue energy, intertwining with the red energy transformed by the medicinal power, rushing towards the Dantian gate. Just as the two energies were about to enter the Dantian, a black sphere suddenly appeared in the Dantian, and a mysterious suction force emanated from the black sphere, threatening to swallow the two forces alive.

Jiang Feng was immediately seized with anxiety. "Damn that black ball! I don't know what it is, but it always ruins my plans." He activated the Qingyun Jue, transforming the two energies into a sharp sword, slashing towards the black ball. The sound of metal colliding suddenly resounded in his dantian, and Jiang Feng concentrated his mind. "Black ball, fuck your ancestors!" Jiang Feng cursed inwardly. He saw the black ball spinning rapidly, enveloping the two energies and slowly devouring them.

Jiang Feng yelled angrily, opened his eyes, and failed again. He shook his head and walked to the window, looking at the gloomy sky and sighed softly: "What kind of existence is this black ball, and why is it in my dantian? Every time I ask grandpa, he lowers his head and remains silent. Forget it, grandpa should be able to explain it to me in three days."

Feeling his body, Jiang Feng smiled. Although his Dantian was not open, his body had improved. This Qingyun Jue was indeed mysterious. He felt that he could hunt a tiger with his bare hands.