Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the courtyard gate being pushed open came from outside. The laughter and footsteps of the women returning from work grew louder as they approached, waking Liu Xiangyang from his deep sleep.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

The first feeling was an unprecedented clarity. It wasn't the clarity of someone who had slept enough, but rather as if all five senses had been washed clean, and my mind was sharp enough to detect the slightest movement of dust particles in the air.

The sounds of Xue Bingbing softly instructing Le Yao to wash vegetables, Zuo Qingqing and He Xiaoqin's quiet laughter, and Jiang Xiaowen's soft clattering as she put down farm tools... were all crystal clear and distinct.

He sat up, his movements so light they surprised even himself. He clenched his fist, feeling a surge of power beneath the muscle fibers, far greater than before, yet with exquisite control.

With a slight thought, spiritual energy naturally spreads out.

Thirty meters!

Clear, stable, and covering a full 30-meter radius around the body! That's twice as wide as before! And the finesse of the perception and the reaction speed also seem to have improved a lot.

Then, he looked at his personal space.

The space that I thought was already enough has now obviously expanded. I roughly estimate that the volume has increased by at least two or three times, and it has become much more spacious.

More importantly, he has a stronger sense of control over space, and the flow of his thoughts when storing or retrieving items seems smoother and faster.

The changes didn't stop there. He felt that his vision, hearing, and even control over every muscle in his body had leaped to a whole new level. It was as if an invisible shackle had been quietly removed, as if he had been wearing one all along.

"Brother? You're awake?" Yue Yao's voice came from outside, peeking in with concern. "You didn't go out this afternoon?"

Liu Xiangyang suppressed the turmoil in his heart, his face quickly regaining its composure. He replied, "Yeah, I'm a little tired, I took a nap." He got up and got off the kang (a heated brick bed), his footsteps landing silently.

At the dinner table, the women had already set out the food, and it was still a sumptuous meal. However, Liu Xiangyang ate somewhat absentmindedly, as all his attention was focused on feeling and adapting to the earth-shattering yet silent changes within his body.

After quickly finishing his meal, he put down his chopsticks and said to Xue Bingbing, who was clearing the table, "Bingbing, I'm going out for a walk to digest my food."

"Go ahead." Xue Bingbing glanced at him but didn't say anything more.

"Okay, I'll just wander around the neighborhood." Liu Xiangyang nodded, got up, and went out.

He didn't linger in the village. His steps seemed unhurried, but he quickly passed through the village lanes and arrived at the secluded poplar grove behind the village, a place rarely visited by people.

It was nearly dusk, and the woods were dimly lit and deserted.

After confirming that it was safe to move around, Liu Xiangyang stopped and took a deep breath.

He walked up to a straight poplar tree, about the size of a bowl, and without taking a running start, twisted his waist, swung his arm, and punched the trunk!

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the tree trunk shook violently, leaves fell in a rustling sound, and where the fist landed, the bark cracked, revealing the white wood underneath, and a clear fist print was left in the center.

His fist was only slightly red and he was unharmed; the power he had gained was more than ten times greater than before.

Next came speed and agility; his figure blurred as he moved and changed direction rapidly in the forest clearing, creating a slight rustling sound.

The movements are fluid and swift, with perfect control over the body, making even the most difficult maneuvers and turns seem effortless.

Then there's mental energy. His perception within a 30-meter range is clear and stable. He tries to concentrate his mental energy highly in front of his fingertips.

A few seconds later, a light sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the air about an inch in front of his fingertips seemed to distort very slightly.

I could vaguely "feel" the presence of an invisible and intangible "tentacle" that was thinner than a hair and no more than two centimeters long.

It is extremely fragile; it has difficulty even maintaining its shape, let alone moving objects. If one's mind relaxes even slightly, it will dissipate and disappear.

"This is... the initial materialization of mental power? It's pitifully weak, and it consumes a huge amount of energy."

Liu Xiangyang dispersed his thoughts, rubbed his throbbing temples, but his eyes lit up.

There's a way! Although it's almost useless now, it's definitely a capability we didn't have before!

Finally, he experimented with decomposition and fusion, picking up a pebble and a withered leaf at random. The decomposition speed seemed to be faster and the control more precise.

Trying to incorporate a little bit of stone powder into specific parts of a dead leaf made the process much easier, and it seemed like my "understanding" of the material structure had deepened.

After all the tests were completed, Liu Xiangyang stood in the forest as dusk deepened and slowly exhaled a long breath.

The jade box containing the pills had this effect, filling his body with surging power, doubling the range of his spiritual perception, and expanding the space by two or three times, making it incredibly spacious.

Liu Xiangyang was a little frightened, wondering what kind of transformation that seemingly insignificant pill would turn him into. Could it turn him into a monster?

Master is right, "a complete transformation"... This jade box alone has such a terrifying effect, so what about the pill?

Liu Xiangyang clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him that far exceeded human limits. He stared at the inconspicuous black pill floating in space, then quickly walked back to his courtyard.

The excitement brought on by the test was like molten iron flowing through my veins, desperately needing an outlet.

Liu Xiangyang hurried back to his own courtyard. The moon was just rising, and all the other women had already returned to their own courtyards. Only Le Qi and Le Yao were still in his room, one sitting under the lamp and the other tidying up the table.

Upon seeing him return, the two sisters were about to speak when Liu Xiangyang strode forward, embraced them, and lightly hoisted Leqi and Leyao onto his shoulders.

"Brother?!" Le Yao exclaimed in surprise, and Le Qi also widened her eyes in astonishment.

After the two fell into a deep sleep, the flame in Liu Xiangyang's heart was still burning fiercely. He went to the courtyard, spread his spiritual power, and swept over Xue Bingbing's courtyard.

The image of Xue Bingbing and the other girl sleeping soundly in the begonia spring appeared in his mind. He exhaled a puff of hot air from his nose, looked at the courtyard wall that was more than two meters high, pushed off the ground with his foot, and with a push of his hand against the wall, he was in Xue Bingbing's courtyard.

He strode to the door, gently pushed it open, and stepped inside. With a creak, the hinges of the door creaked open.

"Who?"

Xue Bingbing's voice came through, followed by a flurry of activity.

"Bingbing, it's me." Liu Xiangyang's voice reached their ears, and the room fell silent.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I don't know what happened, all the previous chapters passed the review, but just now they all said they failed the review. I'm speechless. I don't dare to write about Liu Bei anymore, it's too difficult. I have to revise more than 3 words. I'm speechless. I don't know what's wrong with them during the Chinese New Year.