“It just consumes a lot…”

　　After several emotional ups and downs, the already exhausted Brian Smith could no longer resist his drowsiness. He collapsed onto the bed, recited the secret formula of the Dormant Dragon Sleep Pill Technique in his mind, and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 3 Three Hundred Years Ago, Mr. Sullivan

　　The red sun rose, breaking through the darkness of the night.

　　The winter fog lingering over Tianlian Mountain gradually dispersed, and the snow gleamed even more brilliantly under the sunlight.

　　In the guest room of the Daoist temple, Brian Smith, who had slept in a daze for a whole day and night, slowly woke up.

　　Unlike before, this time upon waking, Brian Smith felt a long-lost sense of comfort. The stabbing pain that had plagued him for a year seemed to have vanished.

　　Brian Smith stretched lazily, got up, and picked up his phone, which didn’t have much battery left, to take a look:

　　“Did I really sleep for another whole day?”

　　Beep～

　　A notification popped up on the lit screen: “Shocking! At 7:12 a.m. Xuanjing time, the Statue of the Goddess in the Golden Eagle Nation mysteriously disappeared in the night!”

　　The goddess statue mysteriously disappeared?

　　The Golden Eagle Nation’s goddess statue is forty-six meters tall, nearly a hundred meters with the base, and weighs over two hundred tons. How could it possibly vanish overnight?

　　“News these days really has no bottom line.”

　　Brian Smith put on his shoes, not even interested enough to click in, and turned off the phone screen.

　　On the black phone screen, a pale and delicate face was reflected.

　　“What does it matter if I look at myself?”

　　Staring at the phone screen, Brian Smith had a thought, and his eyes felt slightly warm. Lines of text appeared before his eyes:

　　【Brian Smith (nineteen): Height 178cm, weight 62kg】

　　【Specialties: Xuanwen, mathematics, Eagle language, chemistry, physics, medicine, Seventh Basic Fist Routine, Bajiquan, Xingyiquan, Sanhuang Cannon Fist…】

　　【Status: Gradually weakening (terminal illness)】

　　Brian Smith narrowed his eyes slightly.

　　All the data matched what he knew about himself, and there was no difference from what he saw when looking at the young Daoist yesterday.

　　“If my guess is correct, this ability presents everything I see and know as data before my eyes, based on my own cognition.”

　　“If I don’t know it, it won’t show up. Is this my subconscious having a preference for data categorization?”

　　“Moreover, this ability is a godly skill for stealing techniques…”

　　“For now, using this ability greatly drains my stamina, and my spirit becomes listless, as if I’m hungover and not yet sober.”

　　While massaging his temples, Brian Smith summarized his exploration of this ability.

　　“Layman, you’re awake?”

　　Before Brian Smith could think further, the door was pushed open. The young Daoist named Eric Carter walked in with the cold wind, placing medicinal food on the table:

　　“You haven’t eaten for another whole day. You should eat something.”

　　“Sorry to trouble you.”

　　Brian Smith pulled out a chair, drawn by the aroma, and praised, “Little Daoist, your cooking is really good.”

　　“It’s all homegrown. As long as you like it, Layman.”

　　The young Daoist scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

　　After sleeping for two or three days and only having one meal, Brian Smith was truly hungry. He didn’t say much more, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating.

　　Chopsticks up, chopsticks down.

　　Brian Smith ate quickly, but not ravenously. On the contrary, he chewed every bite thoroughly.

　　“Has the abbot gotten up?”

　　Putting down his bowl and chopsticks, Brian Smith asked.

　　“He’s up. The abbot did morning prayers and is now outside practicing boxing.”

　　The young Daoist casually replied while tidying up the dishes.

　　“Practicing boxing…”

　　Brian Smith nodded.

　　The martial spirit in the Great Xuan Nation was even stronger than on his previous life’s Earth. From the elderly to children, most people knew a few moves.

　　This was closely related to the system in Great Xuan.

　　In addition to the regular arts and sciences in high school, there was also martial arts, which gave extra points in the college entrance exam, and enlisting in the army gave priority admission.

　　It was precisely these privileges that fostered the martial atmosphere in Great Xuan.

　　But that was all. It was said that the real killing techniques were all in the military, and the vast majority of people only learned boxing for fitness.

　　It wasn’t even as good as the Bajiquan and Xingyiquan he learned in his previous life.

　　“I heard from the abbot that you’re also a martial arts expert, Layman?”

　　The young Daoist looked at Brian Smith with some curiosity.

　　“I know a few moves, but I wouldn’t call myself an expert.”

　　Brian Smith smiled.

　　He had studied internal martial arts from his previous life since childhood, and naturally gained something over ten years.

　　It’s just that his talent was neither high nor low, and after ten years, he couldn’t be considered an expert.

　　After falling ill a year ago, his body had declined day by day. Though he hadn’t abandoned his martial arts, he was even less of an expert now.

　　“I heard the abbot say…”

　　The young Daoist wanted to say more, but Brian Smith had already gotten up and walked outside:

　　“There are no true masters among the common folk; the real experts are in the military. If you’re interested in martial arts, Little Daoist, you should join the army.”

　　Boxing relies on practice. For ordinary people, after a hard day’s work, not to mention whether their nutrition keeps up or if anyone guides their practice, just the time and atmosphere for training can’t compare to the military.

　　You treat it as a hobby, but for them, it’s the foundation of their livelihood.

　　There may be masters among the people, but compared to the military, they are far inferior.

　　Not to mention, the martial spirit in the Great Xuan military is extremely strong, with technological assistance, and their boxing skills are far beyond what’s found among civilians.

　　If not for his terminal illness, after the college entrance exam, he would have definitely joined the army.

　　“Join the army…”