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You Can Do That ?! I Can Do That ! You Can Do That ?! I Can Do That ! original

You Can Do That ?! I Can Do That !

Author: Saint_Of_Love

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Chapter 1: The Awakening of Lin Feng

In the sprawling vistas of the Jingxuan Realm, where the horizon stretched endlessly beneath wide, azure skies, a tale of awakening began in the quaint village of Qinghe. This small settlement, with its mud-brick homes and narrow, flower-lined paths, was home to Lin Feng, a seventeen-year-old who was about to step onto a path that twisted far beyond the mundane routines of village life.

On a morning that shimmered with the promise of something new, Lin Feng stood at the periphery of his modest dwelling, gazing out at the silhouette of the distant mountains. Legends murmured of mysteries nestled in those peaks—ancient cultivation secrets and creatures from the depths of fantasy.

Today, the air seemed charged with a peculiar energy, thrumming in harmony with something deep within Lin Feng. He felt an unusual pull, a whisper of something grand, an intimation of destiny.

As he returned to his chores, a sudden, sharp pain struck him, rooting him to the spot. Visions cascaded through his mind: colossal trees soaring into the heavens, mythical beasts with iridescent scales, and shadowy figures wielding the raw forces of creation.

The visions dissipated as quickly as they had appeared, leaving Lin Feng breathless and clutching at his knees. Were these fragmented images delusions, or perhaps glimpses of a future yet to unfold?

What Lin Feng had experienced was the awakening of his spiritual essence, though he had no name for it—only a sense of profound change and the feeling of being connected, not just to the physical realm, but to the very essence of the soul.

Confused and curious, Lin Feng headed back to his small, solitary home. He lived alone, his life marked by simplicity and solitude since the passing of his nearest kin. This isolation often felt like a cloak he had wrapped around himself—a cloak woven from threads of routine and quiet contemplation.

Now, as he entered his humble abode, the strange new sensations continued to swirl within him. Something had changed, irrevocably. Touching the rough wooden table where he ate his meals, Lin Feng half-expected it to transform under his fingers, or perhaps levitate. With a tentative laugh, he concentrated, trying to replicate the feats of those ethereal figures in his visions.

"Alright, table—rise!" he commanded with a dramatic wave of his hands, more in jest than expectation. The table, stubbornly inanimate, remained firmly on the ground. Lin Feng chuckled at his own foolishness, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet room. He didn't truly know what he had been expecting.

Experimentation turned into a sort of game. Lin Feng pointed at a small cup, willing it to stir its contents without a touch. When nothing happened, he raised his eyebrows, shrugged, and then, not to be deterred, tried to change the color of his threadbare curtains from their dull grey to a vibrant red. The curtains remained resolutely grey.

With each failed attempt, Lin Feng's amusement grew. He was aware, somewhere deep down, that these juvenile displays weren't the true extent of his newfound abilities. Yet, the process of discovery was filled with a light-hearted wonder. He felt like a child again, exploring the boundaries of a world he thought he knew.

The day edged on, and Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the floor, his mind drifting inward. He could feel that connection again, the link to something infinitely vast and profoundly intimate.

Exhausted by his initial explorations and attempts to understand his new condition, Lin Feng collapsed onto his simple bed as the room grew dark around him. Sleep claimed him quickly, pulling him down into a deep, restorative slumber despite the swirling chaos of his thoughts.

Abruptly, Lin Feng awoke with a start. It was still dark outside, the early hours of the morning shrouded in a gentle silence, but an intense surge of clarity hit him. As he sat up, disoriented, he lost his balance and tumbled off the bed, landing face-first on the cold, hard floor of his small home.

Groaning and rubbing his face, Lin Feng pushed himself up and froze. There, floating in the air before his eyes, was something utterly inexplicable—a display, clear as day, showing various statistics that described him in detail. It looked like this:

Status

Name: Lin Feng

Race: Human

Class: Novice Cultivator

Level: 1

Cultivation Stage: Qi Condensation Stage 1

Skills:

Basic Qi Gathering - Level 2

Enhanced Perception - Level 1

Unique Skill:

Heart of True Belief - Level 1

Attributes:

Health: 100/100

Qi: 20/50

Stamina: 75/100

Strength: 15

Agility: 12

Vitality: 18

Endurance: 14

Wisdom: 11

Intelligence: 13

Dexterity: 17

Charisma: 10

Luck: 8

Spiritual Awareness: 22

Mystical Affinity: 19

Lin Feng stared in disbelief at the floating text. His hands trembled slightly as he reached out to touch it, half-expecting his fingers to meet resistance. But they moved right through the shimmering letters and numbers.

"What is this? A dream? No, it can't be..." Lin Feng murmured to himself, shaking his head in an attempt to dispel the last vestiges of sleep. His heart raced as he absorbed the reality of what he was seeing. His name, his supposed "class," and even a unique skill—Heart of True Belief—were all listed there with precise levels and statistics.

He had no idea what most of this meant. Qi Condensation Stage 1? Level 1? These terms were familiar from the fantastic stories of ancient cultivators he had heard growing up, but Lin Feng had never given much thought to the idea that they might apply to him one day.

With a mixture of awe and trepidation, Lin Feng stood up, carefully stepping around the spot where the status still hovered in the air. He decided to test out what these "skills" and "attributes" might mean in practical terms. Starting with the simplest action, he focused inward, trying to sense the flow of Qi described by his status.

He could feel something—a subtle, tingly sensation that seemed to flow along pathways within his body. Encouraged, he attempted to manipulate this flow, guiding it with his will. To his astonishment, he managed to gather a small orb of faintly glowing energy in his palm. It flickered weakly, and he watched, fascinated, as it slowly dissipated back into his body.

"This... This is real. I'm not imagining it," Lin Feng said aloud, a newfound determination settling in his chest. Today marked the beginning of a truly extraordinary chapter in his life.

After the initial shock and exploration of his newfound abilities, night had fallen over Qinghe once again. The moon was high in the sky, casting a silvery glow on everything it touched, and the village was shrouded in a deep, peaceful silence.

Motivated by a restless energy and the urgent desire to understand his capabilities and limits, Lin Feng decided it was time to leave. He felt a strong intuition that his answers lay beyond the familiar borders of Qinghe. With the village asleep, wrapped in the quiet of the night, he saw his chance to slip away unnoticed, under the cover of darkness.

He gathered a few belongings quickly and efficiently—some food, a bit of water, his threadbare cloak, and, instinctively, the old book of legends his mother had read from when he was a child. He felt it might hold some clues to what was happening to him, or at least provide comfort on his journey.

Standing at the door of his small home, Lin Feng felt a surge of emotions. He took a deep breath of the crisp night air; it felt like it filled his entire being, energizing him, confirming his decision. Stepping outside, he closed the door softly behind him, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and fear.

He moved through Qinghe with quiet steps, his heightened senses making every little sound seem louder, every shadow deeper. He passed by the familiar landmarks of his life—the market square, the old well, the fields where he had worked. Each sight was a memory, each memory a tether he was now leaving behind.

As he approached the village gate, Lin Feng paused. This was the final barrier, the point of no return. Beyond this gate lay the unknown, a world of dangers and wonders, of potential friends and foes, of paths untraveled and mysteries unsolved.

He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and pushed the gate open. It creaked quietly in the still night, sounding to Lin Feng like the turning of a page in the book of his life.

With a last look back at the sleeping village, Lin Feng stepped through the gate. The cool night air greeted him like a whisper of things to come. He was alone, with nothing but his wits and his will to guide him.

However, just as he began his journey under the shadowy embrace of the night, an unexpected noise snapped him to alertness. It was a soft, shuffling sound coming from the bushes nearby. Lin Feng's heart raced—his new senses tingling with anticipation and caution. He tried to quiet his breath, listening intently, straining his newly enhanced perception.

Slowly, a small figure emerged from the underbrush. It was a young fox, its fur a bright, fiery red under the moonlight. Lin Feng exhaled, a mix of relief and amusement warming him. But his amusement was short-lived. The fox looked up at him with eyes that were far too intelligent, its gaze piercing.

Curiosity overcame caution, and Lin Feng crouched down, extending a hand. "Hello there, little one. What are you doing out here all alone?" he whispered.

To his astonishment, the fox approached, its movements cautious but curious. It sniffed his hand and then, with a surprising boldness, it nudged his palm with its nose. Lin Feng could hardly believe it; wild animals usually steered clear of humans.

He felt a strange connection with the creature, as if it understood him on some level. The fox's eyes held a depth that was unnerving yet captivating. It was then that Lin Feng noticed a shimmering light around the fox's neck—a faintly glowing pendant, tied with a crude leather strap.

Fascinated, Lin Feng gently examined the pendant. It was an intricately carved piece, possibly jade, with symbols that he couldn't understand. The moment he touched it, a warmth spread through his fingers, similar to the sensation of gathering Qi.

"Where did you get this?" he asked softly, knowing the fox couldn't respond.

The fox simply stared at him, then turned and started walking away, stopping to look back at him as if expecting him to follow.

Lin Feng hesitated only for a moment before curiosity led him to follow the fox through the woods. It led him on a winding path that veered off his intended route, taking him deeper into the unknown. The night was still, the only sounds the rustling of leaves underfoot and the soft breathing of the fox leading the way.

Suddenly, the ground beneath Lin Feng gave way. He had only a split second to realize he was falling as he plummeted into darkness. There was a brief, terrifying moment of freefall before he splashed into a cold, surprisingly deep pool of water.

Coughing and sputtering, Lin Feng surfaced, gasping for air. He looked up to see the fox peering down at him from the edge of the hole, a strange grin seeming to play across its face.

Lin Feng was in a natural cave, the walls glistening with moisture and the air filled with the smell of earth and minerals. His heart pounded not just from the fall but also from the realization that he had been led into a trap. However, the water in which he had landed seemed to be rich with minerals; he could feel a tingling, almost soothing sensation on his skin, easing the minor bruises and cuts he had received during the fall.

"Now what?" Lin Feng muttered to himself, looking around the dimly lit cave. There was a faint glow emanating from further inside, suggesting that the cave might lead somewhere—or to something.

Determined to find a way out and intrigued by the possibility of discovering what lay deeper in the cave, Lin Feng started swimming towards the glow. As he moved, he reflected on the bizarre turn of events that had brought him here. The fox, with its intelligent eyes and mysterious pendant, seemed more than just a simple creature of the woods—perhaps it was a guide, or a guardian, of whatever secrets this cave held.

With a mixture of wariness and excitement, Lin Feng pressed on, swimming towards the light, ready to explore the depths of the cave and uncover what mysteries awaited him in this unexpected detour on his journey from Qinghe.


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