Chapter 1 The Kitchen in a Dream

In the bedroom, An Qisheng was fast asleep.

His right leg was bent at the knee and curled up like a bow, his left arm stretched out and pressed against his thigh, his right arm supporting his cheek, lying on his side.

His chest rose and fell slightly, his eyes tightly closed.

He seemed to be sleeping soundly, but in reality, he was busy in his dreams.

"Three hundred grams of dendrobium, sixty-nine grams of royal jelly, three roots of *tianqi*..."

In his dream, in the kitchen of the An family, An Qisheng muttered to himself, his hands moving non-stop, throwing ingredients and herbs into the pot one by one, simmering them slowly over a low flame.

This was his forty-third experiment, and he didn't know how much he had wasted.

More than an hour later, a large pot full of ingredients and herbs had been simmered into three large bowls of medicinal cuisine.

"It's scientific enough, but this taste..."

Smelling the indescribable aroma, An Qisheng's eyelids twitched.

Even though he had drunk it countless times, he still couldn't get used to the taste.

*Gulu*~

Gritting his teeth, An Qisheng forced himself to ignore the nausea and gulped down a large bowl.

Bitter!

Astringent!

Spicy!

Sour!

Countless flavors exploded on his taste buds, assaulting his brain.

*Guangdang*~

The bowl fell to the ground, An Qisheng moved his feet and rushed out of the kitchen, quickly walking out of the house and into the courtyard.

Reaching out, he picked up the wooden pole spear stuck in the center of the courtyard, flicked it, circled it, and held the spear horizontally with one hand.

This white wax spear was three meters long, the shaft as thick as a duck egg, and with the spearhead, it weighed nearly twenty *jin* (a Chinese unit of weight, approximately 1.1 pounds). It would be difficult for an ordinary person to hold it level with both hands.

An Qisheng gripped the shaft with one hand, and the ten-foot-long spear did not move an inch.

Shaking the spear was a practice recorded in many martial arts, which could train the whole strength and listening strength, and it was also the most demanding of waist and arm strength.

It seemed like just standing still, but in reality, it was far more strenuous than any strenuous exercise.

In just a moment, An Qisheng's forehead was covered in sweat.

In his dream, his body was just like in reality, and holding the spear was really a struggle.

"Strength changes..."

An Qisheng held the spear with one hand, his bright eyes half-closed, carefully sensing the changes in his own strength, as well as the effects of the medicinal cuisine.

In his perception, a ball of heat exploded in his stomach, traveling between his waist and abdomen.

As his physical strength was consumed, it slowly disappeared.

However, An Qisheng knew that it was not disappearing, but that his control over his body was far from reaching the point of subtlety.

The release of those medicinal powers, or loss, was still having an effect in his body.

One second, one minute...

Twenty minutes later, An Qisheng released his hand, the spear fell to the ground with a clang, and sweat poured down his body like rain, soaking his clothes.

"It's still too much of a struggle. If it were in reality, this would be harmful."

The spear fell to the ground, and An Qisheng panted heavily.

Before he got sick, he could hold this spear for half an hour without turning red or gasping for breath, but now he couldn't.

*Hu*~

His arms were sore, his waist ached, and his legs were weak, but An Qisheng didn't rest. He slowly performed the Bajiquan Xiao Jia (small frame).

Only by squeezing out his physical strength could he more subtly perceive the effects of the medicinal cuisine on him.

After all, he only had twenty-four hours for each dream, and if he wanted to try more combinations of medicinal cuisine, he couldn't waste any time.

Anyway, it was a dream, and he didn't care about harming his body.

If he did this in reality, he would have to go to the hospital in one day, and he would die suddenly in three days.

Another hour passed, and An Qisheng finally exhausted himself, falling to the ground in the courtyard with a thud, his hands and feet twitching.

"No, it still doesn't work. It hasn't achieved the effect described in the recipe..."

Lying on his back for twenty minutes, An Qisheng gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, walking towards the kitchen again:

"Forty-three failed experiments, and I still have to keep trying..."

........

Just as An Qisheng was trying day and night to find a medicinal cuisine that suited him.

Across the sea from Da Xuan, on the other side of the ocean, in the Golden Eagle Empire, on the coastal plain of Florida, a unique chase was unfolding unbeknownst to the outside world.

*Hong!*

*Hong!*

*Hong!*

On the endless prairie, explosions like thunder resounded through the clear sky.

*Hu*~

A figure was sprinting wildly across the desolate plain, relying only on his bare feet, raising a billowing wave of dust and air that stretched for tens of meters behind him.

It was a tall and slender young man, wearing a tattered black robe full of holes, his long hair scattered and flying behind him, a look of ferocity flashing across his cold face.

Between his chest and abdomen, there was a terrifying wound that was still flowing with blood, and in his wriggling internal organs, one could vaguely see bullets being squeezed out!

His speed was fast, incredibly fast.

The weeds and trees on both sides were approached by him, and then thrown far behind, shattered by countless torrents of bullets falling from the sky!

Behind him, in the clear sky above, were dozens of Falcon fighter jets!

The dozens of fighter jets were arranged in tactical formations, circling around on both sides, humming as they came, sweeping down torrents of bullets like a net, enveloping the rapidly sprinting figure!

They leveled countless plants and trees on the ground like a rake, creating a cloud of dust!

"What the hell is this place!

What the hell is this place! What the hell is this place!!!"

Tong Zhengyang felt a burning rage in his heart, and couldn't help but roar.

His voice was condensed and did not dissipate, penetrating the high-speed moving air and exploding like thunder hundreds of meters in the air.

At first, he was very fortunate to have escaped the pursuit of the Huangjue Temple and the Wangquan Dao, but he never thought that he would come to a dead end!

A place where there was not even a trace of spiritual energy, and he was being chased like a stray dog for hundreds of miles by a group of strange things!

"Damn bastards, I really want to shoot a bullet into his asshole."

In the Falcon fighter jet soaring in the sky, pilot John gnashed his teeth as he looked at the sprinting figure on the ground.

He swore that he had never seen such a terrifying humanoid creature in his life.

Under the siege of the powerful Golden Eagle Air Force, he was able to withstand the overwhelming bombardment of shells and torrents of bullets, running from Liberty Harbor in Yue City to the coastal plains of Florida!

The number of fighter jets destroyed by him had exceeded the number the Golden Eagle Empire had lost when attacking that bearded man.

The number of soldiers who died at his hands was enough to make a congressman step down and the president apologize!

"Target is approaching the net! Target is approaching the net!"

Suddenly, John's eyes lit up, and he pressed the button with a grim smile. The airborne shells were ready to be fired.

"A bunch of damn scraps, if it weren't for, if it weren't for!"

Tong Zhengyang's mouth and nose spewed out thick air, and his exposed internal organs sent an extremely strong signal to his brain.

Hungry!

Hungry!

Hungry!

His brain, his internal organs, every part of his body, was screaming hysterically at him:

I'm hungry!

Tong Zhengyang knew that this was because his true energy was almost exhausted, and his meridians were approaching their limit.

And this damn spirit-less land had no trace of spiritual energy at all.

If this continues, I will starve to death!

*Hong!*

Tong Zhengyang, who was sprinting wildly, suddenly changed color, only to see that before the coastline that could already be seen in the distance, two black lines suddenly appeared!

One black line was in the air, similar to the flying monsters that had been chasing him for hundreds of miles.

The other black line was on the ground, a kind of footless unicorn that could spew out terrifying attacks from its steel body!

"A bunch of damn scraps! Huangjue Temple and Wangquan Dao didn't kill my Tong Zhengyang, so you dare?"

"You are worthy too!!!"

The angry roar resounded through the plains, causing the fighter jet pilots hundreds of meters in the air to tremble in fear, and suddenly pull up.

*Honglong!*

Tong Zhengyang suddenly bent down, his thick legs tearing through his trousers, his cyan-black veins entangled like horned dragons.

With just one step, he shattered the earth beneath his feet.

Only to see earth and rocks rolling up with him, reaching tens of meters into the air, while his arms shook, draining all his true energy, making a sound like an eagle and an ape:

"Wangquan Sword!"