### **"Raging Rhino Thunder Force!"**
This was the name that immediately popped into Duan Fei's mind after processing the flood of information in his head.
According to the knowledge he'd acquired, this was a foundational martial arts technique—a beginner's method. Yet, if mastered, it could turn one's body as hard as iron, impervious to blades, with strength rivaling a charging rhino, capable of smashing through anything!
But where had this technique come from?
Duan Fei's gaze flickered to the spot where a peculiar purple stone had once sat on his desk. Now, it was gone—as if it had never existed.
A realization struck him: *That stone must be connected to my dream.* And in that dream, he had somehow obtained this technique.
*"There were countless points of light in that space, and I only touched the smallest, closest one. What would happen if I had the chance to touch another?"*
His heart pounded wildly.
Just then, his mother called him—breakfast was ready.
After eating, he told her he was going out and retraced his steps from the night before, returning to the spot where he'd found the stone. But the white fox and black snake were nowhere to be seen. Instead, the area was a mess—trees toppled, rocks shattered—as if a violent battle had taken place.
Staring at the scene, Duan Fei couldn't help but recall the visions from his dream. As the morning sun rose, he suddenly remembered the technique's instructions and hastily sat cross-legged, beginning his training in the **Raging Rhino Thunder Force**.
Five days passed in a flash. Each morning, Duan Fei returned to the mountain to practice. Despite its fierce name, the technique was a orthodox foundational method. By now, he had built a solid base, and a thin stream of energy—**true qi**—circulated within him.
Yet, since that first night, he hadn't re-entered that strange dream. He guessed certain conditions were required to trigger it.
At dawn on the sixth day, Duan Fei returned to the mountain. Finding a secluded spot, he stood before a thick tree, gathered his qi, and—*BAM!*—punched the trunk with full force.
**BOOM!**
The tree shuddered violently as if struck by a car, leaves and twigs raining down like a sudden storm.
Duan Fei stared at the deep fist imprint in the bark, heart racing. *That punch must've carried hundreds of pounds of force—enough to send a normal person flying!*
After more practice, he sat again to meditate, absorbing the rising sun's yang energy. But as he tried to guide his qi back to his dantian, a stray strand slipped to his **third eye**—and suddenly, his vision exploded with light!
The world turned hazy, like looking through frosted glass, but dotted with shimmering points of light. One, blazing brighter than the rest, pulsed nearby.
The vision vanished the moment he opened his eyes, but the location was seared into his mind. Rushing over, he found only an ancient tree's roots. Grabbing his hatchet, he dug—and soon unearthed a round, hefty object.
**Wild poria cocos!**
As a mountain native, Duan Fei recognized it instantly. This medicinal fungus was rare and valuable—especially one this size, likely over a century old!
*Did those lights lead me to this? Can I sense spiritual objects now?*
To test it, he closed his eyes, channeling qi to his third eye again. The frosted-glass world reappeared, lights twinkling.
*Are these… spiritual energies? Did I just unlock the "Heavenly Eye"?*
Unsure but thrilled, he wrapped the poria in his coat and hurried home.
His mother, Yang Mei, gasped at the sight. "Where'd you get this?!"
"Found it on the mountain!"
"It's huge—must weigh over fifteen pounds!"
"Yeah, we're rich!"
As they celebrated, a weak cough came from inside. Duan Fei's father, Duan Wenze, had woken.
Entering the room, Duan Fei saw his father propped up in bed, face sallow, eyes dull. "What's fifteen pounds?" he rasped.
"Dad, I dug up wild poria! Big one!"
A faint smile. "Good… sell it. Your college tuition's covered."
"I'll earn my own way. This is for you."
Duan Wenze shook his head. "I'm already finished. Don't waste it on me."
A month ago, he'd been hit by a red-light-running car in town. The driver fled, leaving him paralyzed and the family drowning in debt. The hospital bills—200,000 yuan—forced Duan Fei's older brother to drop out and work nonstop. Only Duan Fei's post-exam freedom kept the household afloat.
Swallowing bitterness, Duan Fei forced a smile. "You'll recover, Dad. I promise."
Duan Wenze closed his eyes, dismissing it as a son's wishful thinking.
But Duan Fei's mind raced. Activating his Heavenly Eye again, he saw his father's body—**clusters of ominous black qi**, thickest at the brow.
*Is this… death energy?*
Gritting his teeth, he guided his own qi toward the weakest shadow on his father's leg. *Can my power purge this?*