Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

He struggled and shakily pulled out an object from a hidden pocket sewn into the innermost layer of his cotton-padded coat—a small, unadorned, mutton-fat jade box no bigger than a thumb, warm to the touch, and handed it to Liu Xiangyang.

Dr. Han wiped away his tears, pointed to himself, and smiled bleakly. "I guess I'm just not meant to have good things. My family's recipes bring me trouble, and my family's elixirs... I haven't had a chance to use them either."

"This pill is completely useless to me now." Doctor Han's voice suddenly became unusually clear. He looked at Liu Xiangyang, "For my body, consuming it would be like a cow chewing a peony—a terrible waste. But I'll leave it for you..."

He paused, uttering each word slowly and deliberately, as if using his last strength to nail each word into reality:

"Perhaps, this is the place it was meant to be."

"According to the ancestral message, this elixir contains the opportunity for 'rebirth and transformation, defying fate'." Dr. Han's gaze was sharp as needles, piercing Liu Xiangyang.

"I don't know if it's true or not, I don't know what will happen if I eat it. My father never ate it, my grandfather never ate it, and for more than ten generations in my family, no one has dared to touch it. We just keep it as a keepsake... until our family is destroyed and we die."

He slowly handed the small jade box to Liu Xiangyang.

"Now, I'll pass it on to you."

"How to use it, when to use it, or even whether to use it at all is entirely up to you."

"Perhaps it can help you survive the life-or-death crisis in the future, and allow you to do what my Han family has not been able to do for generations."

"Perhaps... it's nothing at all, just a mud pellet."

Dr. Han's hand froze in mid-air, the jade box lying quietly in his palm.

"But Xiangyang, take it."

"This is the last thing this useless master can leave you, besides his rudimentary medical skills.

Liu Xiangyang did not go to answer it immediately. He slowly stood up, walked to the front of the kang (a heated brick bed), and bowed deeply and solemnly to Dr. Han, whose breath was weak but whose eyes were burning.

"Master, rest assured, I will definitely avenge your blood feud!"

Then, he stretched out his hands, palms up, steady without the slightest tremor.

When the warm, slightly cool jade box fell into his palm, an indescribable feeling swept over him, both light and heavy.

He carefully gripped the jade box, not opening it to check it on the spot. Instead, he used his mind to scan the jade box with his spiritual power, which startled Liu Xiangyang. His spiritual power detected nothing there, even though he was holding the jade box in his hand.

His expression remained unchanged as he carefully put the item into his pocket and then into his spatial storage.

As Dr. Han watched him finish, the last trace of tension on his face relaxed, as if he had finally relinquished the burden he had carried all his life, and his whole being exuded a weak calm. He closed his eyes and whispered, "...I'm tired, I want to sleep for a while."

"Please rest," Liu Xiangyang replied softly, tucking the blanket around him. He looked at Dr. Han and asked the question that had been on his mind, "Master, may I ask if your ancestor had a single character in his name, Li?"

"Get out, that's my name."

Stepping out of Dr. Han's house, the afternoon sun was a bit dazzling. Liu Xiangyang stood in the courtyard, his palm outstretched. The jade box felt as light as a feather, yet its heavy presence was clearly imprinted in his consciousness.

Liu Xiangyang returned to his own courtyard, closed the door, and went into the inner room.

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting quiet dappled patterns on the floor. He took out the small white jade box from his spatial storage and held it in his palm.

The jade is warm and smooth to the touch, slightly cool to the touch, and has no patterns on it, making it almost monotonous in its simplicity.

He focused his mind, his mental energy like the most precise probe, reaching out to cover the jade box.

The feedback he received made his heart skip a beat.

In his mental perception, there was nothing on his palm.

It wasn't that he couldn't see it visually, but rather that in his mental perception, which clearly constructed the three-dimensional outlines and textures of everything around him, the jade box, which was clearly in his palm, left no trace of its "existence."

It's like a void, a "blind spot" in the perception of spiritual power.

Liu Xiangyang frowned slightly. This phenomenon was beyond his experience. He tried to carefully pry open the tightly sealed lid of the jade box with his fingertips.

Inside, lying quietly was a pill the size of a longan, dark brown in color, with a dull and even somewhat rough surface.

It had no unusual fragrance, no glow, and looked like an unremarkable, long-stored old pill.

His mental energy swept over the pills once more.

Similarly, the feedback was empty. It was clearly there, visible to the eye, and its slightly rough surface could be touched with the fingers, but in the world of spiritual power, it, like the jade box, did not exist.

"There's definitely something strange about this..." Liu Xiangyang muttered to himself. This "undetectable" characteristic itself confirmed the extraordinary nature of this object.

He didn't rashly touch the pills, but carefully put them into his spatial storage and refocused his attention on the jade box itself.

He stretched out his other hand, gently pressing the tip of his index finger against the edge of the jade box. Concentrating his mind, he activated his decomposition ability, targeting a tiny, almost negligible amount of powder on the surface of the jade box.

The moment the ability was activated, a sudden change occurred!

The tiny amount of jade powder that was broken down and was almost invisible to the naked eye did not scatter or fall. Instead, it was as if it was drawn by an invisible force and instantly entered the skin of his fingertips, or rather, it merged into the personal space that was attached to his existence!

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable, ultimate sense of pleasure, seemingly originating from the depths of the soul, like a faint electric current or a warm current, suddenly spread throughout the body.

This feeling is not physical pleasure, but more like a comforting sensation of "hunger" being satisfied and "incompleteness" being filled, brief yet incredibly clear.

Liu Xiangyang's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Without any hesitation, he activated his decomposition ability again, this time targeting the entire jade box.

Under the decomposition process, the warm, smooth white jade box, like ice and snow under the sun, quickly melted from his palm, turning into a patch of delicate, white light. All of it was absorbed by his palm and flowed into his personal space without leaving a drop.

A torrent of pleasure, a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than before, swept over him! The feeling was so intense, so comforting, that his muscles trembled slightly, and his consciousness seemed to be instantly thrown to the clouds and enveloped by warm seawater.

This torrent came quickly and went quickly, but its aftereffects lingered for a long time.

Liu Xiangyang felt an intense, irresistible fatigue follow him, engulfing him like a tidal wave. His eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and his consciousness quickly blurred.

He barely managed to move to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), his body slumped, and before he could even take off his shoes, he fell into a deep sleep. Before he fell asleep, the thought that flashed through his mind was, "So this is what it feels like to die of pleasure."

This sleep was deep and dreamless, as if my entire body and mind were undergoing the deepest repair and reconstruction.

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It seems mortals are still too amazing; everyone guessed it.