The timing is wrong

Although Feng Qingmo could not clearly see the expressions on his parents' faces, he could easily sense their deep love and the high hopes they held for him, which stirred a warmth in his heart he had never felt before.

"I understand, you can rest easy!" Feng Qingmo first replied with a solemn expression, then hesitated for a moment before smiling. "Mom, Dad, not only did I sense the cosmic energy today, but I also have a surprise..."

"Oh, what sur—what is going on?" Zuo Huifen had just asked out of curiosity when her mouth fell open, watching in shock as the wine bottle on the table eerily lifted into the air.

Feng Qingmo smiled without answering, using his Spiritual Force to maneuver the bottle to pour a glass for each of his parents before filling his own and returning the bottle to its original spot.

"Mo'er..." Feng Jiansong swallowed hard, his voice trembling with excitement. "You awakened Spiritual Force?"

"Yes, Dad." Feng Qingmo nodded. "After I finished absorbing my first bit of Genetic Energy, my physical fitness increased by a significant margin..."

He paused for a second. "And because of that, I awakened my Spiritual Force directly!"

"My son is a Spiritual Master!" Zuo Huifen murmured to herself; though her voice was soft, it could not hide the intense joy, excitement, and pride she felt.

"How strong is the core of your Spiritual Force?" Feng Jiansong, every bit the Junior War General who had survived numerous life-and-death crises, quickly calmed down and asked with anticipation, "Is it solid? Or liquid?"

Feng Jiansong had been a martial artist for over twenty years. While he hadn't met many Spiritual Masters, he was naturally curious about their mystery and had read various posts about them in the past.

"It's somewhere between liquid and solid," Feng Qingmo said, gesturing with his hand. "It's like jelly—maybe a bit firmer than jelly, but it certainly can't be called solid yet..."

"That's already excellent!" A wide smile bloomed on Feng Jiansong's face. He turned to Zuo Huifen and said, "I once read in a post that a solid core can at least reach the level of a War God, and a liquid one can at least reach the level of a War General. Since Mo'er's is stronger than liquid but not quite solid, he should at least be able to reach the level of an Advanced War General, perhaps even a Junior War God..."

Zuo Huifen's face lit up with a matching smile, and she nodded repeatedly.

As an Advanced Warrior who specialized in firearms, she knew exactly how formidable an Advanced War General was. Although she hadn't met many War Gods, that didn't stop her from understanding the status a War God held within the martial artist community.

"Mo'er," Feng Jiansong let out a soft sigh of relief. "While I always hoped you would become a true martial artist, I was constantly worried about your vision. Now, with the help of your Spiritual Force, your eyesight shouldn't have too much of an impact on your combat effectiveness..."

From the time he was a child, Feng Jiansong and Zuo Huifen had lost count of how many times they had taken Feng Qingmo to the hospital to see doctors, only to return home empty-handed every single time.

Because of his vision, he couldn't attend school like a normal person and had to listen to various courses online; his academic performance was far from ideal, and he hadn't even been able to take the college entrance exam.

"Mom, Dad," Feng Qingmo recalled the memories in his mind. "After I practiced the Genetic Energy and awakened my Spiritual Force, my physical fitness improved quite a bit, and it seems my vision is slightly better than before. Perhaps as I continue to train and my physical fitness grows stronger, my vision will gradually recover."

He wasn't just trying to comfort his parents; after merging with his memories, he realized that since he had transmigrated, his vision had indeed improved.

"Really? That's wonderful!" Zuo Huifen was even more delighted.

"What you say makes sense." Feng Jiansong nodded. "Tomorrow, you'll come with me to the dojo to test how much your physical fitness has increased, and on the first of next month, you'll take the Quasi-Martial Artist examination."

"Alright, Dad."

Although their home training room had equipment for testing punch strength, it lacked the devices to measure speed and neural reaction time, so it was better to wait and test everything at the dojo tomorrow.

"Huifen, Mo'er," Feng Jiansong looked at his wife and son, his voice turning serious. "Spiritual Masters are far too rare, and Mo'er has only just awakened. Let's keep this a secret for now. We'll decide how to proceed after Mo'er passes his actual combat test."

"Your father is right," Zuo Huifen added, looking at her son. "Although your father is an instructor at the dojo, our dojo isn't the Limit Dojo or the Thunder Dojo; it belongs to our country's military. Since your father and I are both in the military, it's best to wait until your father has a clearer understanding of the situation before we make any decisions."

Feng Qingmo had no objections. He hadn't intended to expose his awakening so soon, but his parents' concern made him willing to share this secret with them, which served as a source of comfort for them as well.

The three of them finished the bottle of wine quickly, and after chatting for a long while, they went off to rest.

Since he had only practiced that afternoon, Feng Qingmo did not attempt to absorb more energy while sitting in his room; instead, he sat in silence, deep in thought.

"Since I've arrived in this vast, magnificent, and wondrous world, I can't just drift through life. If I want to possess eternal life, I must at least reach the level of an Immortal..."

Feng Qingmo searched his memories for the current date and was stunned. "It's only 2053!! Even if it's almost the end of the year, this timing is all wrong..."

"Based on the timeline, Luo Feng should only be 15 years old, right? He should still be in middle school, not even in high school yet, let alone joining a dojo..."

"Even though we're both in Jiangnan City, I'm in the main urban area while he's in Yangzhou. I'll just have to wait a few years until he joins a dojo to see if I have a chance to befriend him..."

"Mom and Dad are both military personnel, but Dad lost his right hand in a beast tide a few years ago. Mom was pregnant with a second child at the time, but she was injured during that same tide, which led to..."

"It was because of that injury that Mom was never able to conceive again..."

"If that's the case, I'll need at least two portions of 'Water of Life'..."

"Perhaps my vision problem will also require a portion of Water of Life, which makes three. That adds up to at least forty billion... and that's assuming I can even enter the War God Palace..."

"I finally reached the standard of a martial artist a few days ago, and after a few days of sensing, I finally completed my first training session this afternoon," Feng Qingmo clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within his body as he carefully recalled the details. "The first training session should have increased my strength by over 1000KG. My physical fitness increased so much that it triggered the awakening of the Spiritual Force in my mind..."

"After the awakening, the feedback from the Spiritual Force also added about 1000KG. I remember that when Luo Feng practiced for the first time, his strength increased by 500-600KG, and after his Spiritual Force awakened, it increased by about 1500KG. It seems my talent for Spiritual Force might be slightly inferior to Luo Feng's, but my talent as a martial artist seems to be a bit higher?"

He carefully sensed his body. "My current strength is roughly between 3000-3300KG..."

Although he had read the original work in his past life, the story spanned millions of words. He had never imagined he would transmigrate, so he certainly hadn't prepared for it.

He didn't have a photographic memory either; while he had read it a few times, he couldn't possibly know every single plot point by heart, only those that had left a particularly deep impression on him.

"I should take advantage of the fact that I still have some memory of it and try to recall as much as I can..."