Chen Jing had an extremely disturbing nightmare.
In his dream, he pushed open the door to the cabin and saw that the corpse lying on the altar was not a stranger he didn't recognize, but his sister Wan Tong.
She lay on the altar, blood slowly flowing out and into the seemingly bottomless interior of the altar, while the talismans pasted on her body and on the altar glowed slightly red.
He fled in panic, the corpses that had fallen around him rising one by one to block his path. In the distance, the knight "High Priest" in black armor emerged from the thick fog, a sinister smile playing on his lips beneath his helmet.
“I’ve found you,” he said.
Before Chen Jing's escape route, the wandering slave spirits waited silently, their pupils pure black, devoid of irises.
He took out a throwing knife from his waist and threw it at Chen Jing.
brush!
The throwing knife pierced Chen Jing's body, bringing coldness and pain.
Chen Jing sat up from the bed. In front of him were the familiar ceiling, computer desk, bookshelf, and wardrobe.
He turned on the light switch, got dressed, and went out the door.
"I had a nightmare last night," Chen Jing thought. "It felt so real."
He decided to record the details of his dream on his phone so that he wouldn't forget it later.
Chen Jing took out his phone and started typing, ignoring his parents who were eating breakfast. He was teased for wanting to spend his whole life with his phone.
Breakfast consisted of simple noodles, which smelled delicious, with several fragrant steamed buns piled around the plate, along with a few cartons of milk and several tea eggs placed nearby.
While eating and drinking, Chen Jing complained that the noodles were bland, so he added some chili oil and ate it with the noodles.
While eating, Chen Jing suddenly felt his eyes getting a little sore.
He suddenly realized that it was a dream.
Chen Jing looked up and saw pure darkness floating in the sky, enveloping countless powers and knowledge.
...
When Chen Jingzhen woke up, he did not feel tired or physically uncomfortable. He was just a little dazed for a moment before he remembered that he was lying on the sofa in his teacher's house.
He got off the sofa and moved around a bit. The soreness in his body seemed to have completely disappeared. Although his brain was still a little uncomfortable and he had a slight headache, it was much better than last night, and his spiritual power had also recovered considerably.
Sensing spiritual energy slightly, Chen Jing was surprised to find that even in his current state, which was not at its full potential, he could remain invisible for nearly half an hour, which was much better than yesterday!
Chen Jing tried briefly, entering the "dark sea" and then emerging again, silently thinking, "Even the speed at which I entered invisibility was almost half a second faster..."
He moved his body and clearly sensed that his strength and reaction speed had improved significantly, and his control over his body and flexibility had also improved considerably.
Chen Jing still remembers that although he vaguely felt the improvement in his basic qualities yesterday, it was not very obvious. It was only after the actual combat that he vaguely felt it.
Perhaps it's because he misses Wan Tong too much... Chen Jing thought.
By the way, I wonder if Wan Tong is awake yet.
He jumped up from the sofa, ran to another room, and saw that his sister was still sleeping peacefully, her sleeping face looking particularly relaxed. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and retreated back to the living room.
The "expert" teacher isn't here; I don't know where he went...
After thinking about it, Chen Jing decided to go to the practice room here to continue practicing his variations.
As he passed by the window and saw the thin mist outside, a sudden thought struck him. He closed his eyes and focused his mind.
Chen Jing could vaguely "see" many wisps of black gas floating in the mist, like lines.
With a thought, a black thread was "drawn" by Chen Jing, as if he could absorb it into his body if he so desired.
But Chen Jing cautiously chose to give up.
"No... I don't have any cultivation techniques or mental cultivation methods yet. Who knows if directly absorbing spiritual energy will cause any bad things to happen?" Chen Jing muttered to himself.
He was fairly certain that the perceptible gases in the air were what was known as "spiritual energy."
Chen Jing also had a vague intuition that if he absorbed a certain amount of this spiritual energy, he could achieve the Blood Realm and become a true cultivator!
"Hmm, drawing in such spiritual energy actually consumes spiritual power... but not much, it's acceptable."
Chen Jing walked and thought.
He arrived at the training ground and first tested his load-bearing capacity, which was the most direct manifestation of his increased strength. The weapons and heavy shields that he couldn't wield flexibly before were no longer so heavy in Chen Jing's hands.
As Chen Jing wielded the straight sword, he surprisingly felt as if it were part of his own arm or fingers, as if he were wielding a plastic toy rather than a piece of steel. Of course, Chen Jing knew this was an illusion, just a subtle feeling brought about by the increase in power.
Chen Jing then tried a few acrobatic moves. For the monster lurer, the working environment was similar to the "parkour" before the transmigration, but it was more dangerous, less protected, and required additional equipment.
He somersaulted and leaped like a carp, jumped over walls and climbed... Chen Jing tried it out, but felt that this training ground could not fully utilize his agility and that a more complex venue was needed.
"When I first consumed the Black Pill yesterday, I certainly didn't have the strength I have now. What caused this?" Chen Jing paused for a moment, pondering.
"If we follow the level classification from the online novels I read before transmigrating, when I first consumed the Black Pill, I was at most at the early stage of the 'Extraordinary Abilities' level, and my invisibility could only last for five minutes... If it lasted any longer, my spiritual energy wouldn't be enough to sustain it. But now, I should be considered at the late stage of the 'Extraordinary Abilities' level, or even at the level of a half-step 'Cultivator'." Chen Jing thought to himself, even dividing his cultivation level into early, middle, and late stages.
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