Chương 5: New Functions of the Tesseract

Giant Willow Village, the Song Family. After bustling about for a long while, Song Que finally had the time to sit on his bed and carefully study the changes in the Tesseract. Besides growing larger and providing a storage space, he felt that using the Tesseract had become much easier. Now, he could freely mobilize it to reinforce any specific part of his body at will, rather than having to strengthen his entire body all at once like before.

Moreover, during his exploration, he sensed another entity existing within the Tesseract, which greatly bewildered him. Horrified, Song Que hastily focused his mind and sank into his Sea of Consciousness. Instantly, his train of thought became chaotic. However, the other entity put up no resistance, allowing his consciousness to explore it freely. Gradually, Song Que felt relieved. He realized this seemed to be an isolated soul, utterly devoid of independent thought—reduced to merely an unconscious remnant soul.

Perhaps this was the soul of Song A'niu, but during the body possession process, its memories had been dominated and assimilated by Song Que. Even more surprisingly, when he experimented with having both souls think simultaneously, despite a bit of initial confusion, he clearly felt that the split soul could operate in parallel with his main one. Could it be that I now possess a dual soul? Will I develop multiple personality disorder in the future?

Unable to find an answer to his myriad questions, he could only rationalize this as a side effect of the transmigration. With a new ability surfacing, he lost all interest in eating and drinking, dedicating himself entirely to research. Truly, the heavens reward the diligent; he discovered that he could have his split soul parasitize animals and control them. His first test subject was a mosquito. Just as Song Que swatted it to death, a flash of inspiration hit him, and he wanted to try possessing it.

Who would have expected it to actually succeed? But before he could clearly experience the sensation for more than a few seconds, the mosquito completely died. Unable to suppress his excitement, how could Grandmaster Song bear to stop? He scoured the house and finally found a spider under his bed. Pity the little spider. Last time, it had been attacked by a "two-legged monster" capable of controlling lightning. Most of its hair had been singed off and had yet to grow back.

It had just fled for its life and found a safe haven under the bed, only to be honored as a test subject for a second time. Song Que's split soul easily entered and took control of the spider. After a brief period of maladaptation, he was now closing his eyes, experiencing the world through the little spider's vision. Compound eyes offered a sight vastly different from human eyes, and everything around him appeared grotesquely massive, as if he had wandered into a land of giants.

Playing until he forgot the heavens and the earth, Song Que suddenly felt dizzy and blurry-eyed. His main body looked up, only to realize it was already dark. A fierce pang of hunger from his stomach finally forced him to stop. Upon retracting his split soul, he was surprised to see the spider still lively and energetic. It scrambled up the wall, not even bothering to pack its bags as it sprinted out of the house, determined to stay far, far away from this place of endless trouble. Song Que was inwardly overjoyed.

He ate his fill and went to bed early. Lying there, thinking about everything he had experienced today and his new abilities, his mind wandered in a haze until late into the night before he finally fell asleep.... The sun rose and set, and a month passed by in a flash. During this time, Song Que's life was incredibly fulfilling. He loved this feeling, as if there was never enough time in the day. Every day he went into the forest, went down to the lake, practiced throwing stones, and strengthened his body.

Occasionally, he would visit Old Li's house to play with Gou'dan and Er'ya. His overall capabilities grew exponentially. Currently, Song Que could lift objects weighing over a hundred catties, his raw strength matching that of a healthy adult man. His "flying stone" technique had also been trained to the point of hitting exactly where he aimed. Within a twenty-meter radius, whether it was a bird in flight or a rat on the run, nothing could escape his hands.

As a result, his daily meals finally included meat, breaking the dull monotony of previous days. Reflecting on nearly a month of subsisting entirely on wild greens, crabs, and snails sent a wave of nausea through him. It was a blessing that the Tesseract assisted his digestion; otherwise, his body would have given out long ago, leaving him bedridden with severe dysentery. Today, Song Que was in an excellent mood. Venturing deep into the forest, he stumbled upon a pair of wild pheasants foraging for food.

Thrilled beyond measure, there was no way he would let such a godsent opportunity slip by. Fortunately, he always kept a few small stones in his storage space. Thus, at this moment, he was happily whistling, carrying the two pheasants, and skipping his way back. Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation. Going straight to Uncle Li's house, he handed the two pheasants over to Aunt Li and shamelessly bragged to Er'ya for a bit.

Seeing it was still early and that Uncle Li and his son hadn't returned, he decided to head to the fields to call them back for dinner. Actually, his family also owned farmland. But after his mother passed away, being young and weak, he had handed the land over to Old Li. Initially, Li Tie wanted to farm it for him for free, but he persistently refused until they agreed on a rental arrangement. Every year, Li Tie gave Song Que fifty percent of the harvest.

This quota was extremely high, as others usually only charged twenty to thirty percent for renting out land. Fearing damage from wild beasts, the village had uniformly established their farmlands on the west side, opposite the Great Ridge Mountains. Arriving at the edge of the fields, sure enough, he saw Li Tie and Gou'dan busily working the soil. The field was planted with something called Red Cabbage, a root vegetable similar to a radish, with a fairly comparable taste.

"Uncle Li, Gou'dan!" The father and son looked up. When Gou'dan saw who was coming, his expression quickly changed, becoming lively:"Brother A'niu, where are you going?"

"Uncle, I caught a pair of wild pheasants today. Aunt is cooking them at home right now; let's hurry back and eat."

"Hooray! We're having chicken!" Gou'dan jumped up and down in joy. Li Tie also smiled:"A'niu, you are too thoughtful. How did you catch them?" Song Que smiled:"Uncle, it's all thanks to you teaching me how to throw stones. I went to the Great Ridge Mountains today to pick some greens, and luckily ran into a pair of pheasants running out, so I easily nabbed them." Saying that, he bent down to pick up a few stones, turned around, and threw them at a tree about ten meters away.

With a swift flick of Song Que's wrist, the three stones struck the base of the tree almost simultaneously. Seeing this, Gou'dan's eyes shone brightly. Li Tie was also startled. One must know that even after decades of practice, he didn't possess this kind of skill:"A'niu, you're amazing!" Having little vocabulary in his head, Li Tie could only offer a simple compliment like that. He then put on a stern face and said:"But remember, you must not wander into the forest recklessly.

Let alone the tigers, wolves, and leopards, just the venomous bugs and snakes can easily claim a person's life."

"Don't worry, Uncle, I know." Song Que nodded with a smile. Gou'dan, meanwhile, looked at him with eyes full of worship, constantly flattering him:"I knew Brother A'niu was amazing! Not stupid like me; I can never throw accurately no matter how much I learn." Song Que simply laughed and ruffled the boy's hair. With Li Tie's agreement, the three packed up their tools and headed home. Along the way, Gou'dan's cheerful laughter and chatter filled the air.... A delicious meal overflowing with laughter.

After eating, Song Que turned to Li Tie and said:"Uncle, I can lift the stone mill now. Can you teach me how to hunt?" Old Li stared blankly at Song Que, taking a long while to recall his promise:"A'niu, you're not joking, are you?" Seeing his disbelief, Song Que could only say:"Uncle, let's go out to the courtyard then. I'll lift it for you to see." Li Tie nodded silently. The two kids, sensing something fun, excitedly trailed outside. In the courtyard, the four gathered around the stone mill.

Song Que simply bent down, exerted a bit of force, and effortlessly hoisted the heavy stone mill above his head. His face wasn't red, his breathing wasn't rushed, and he even casually smiled and said:"Uncle, how is it? Have I met the condition?" At this moment, Li Tie was utterly dumbfounded, unable to believe that such a frail-looking body contained such tremendous power. After a long silence, he advised:"A'niu, hunting is incredibly dangerous. The slightest carelessness can cost you your life.

Why not wait a few more years? It won't be too late." Song Que immediately put on a miserable face:"Uncle, my house doesn't even have a single grain of rice or a pinch of salt left right now. I just want to improve my living conditions."

"If you don't have any at home, why didn't you tell me? A'niu, let me go get some for you." Saying that, he moved to enter the house. Song Que quickly grabbed his arm:"Uncle, there's no need. My appetite is huge now. I want to learn how to hunt; please teach me." Left with no other choice, Li Tie sighed:"Alright, A'niu. I'll teach you how to use a javelin first; you can practice it at home. After the New Year, I'll take you hunting. How does that sound?"

Thinking that the New Year was still over a month away, and that he should prepare some supplies of his own, Song Que nodded in agreement:"Uncle, I'll listen to you." Hearing this, Gou'dan and Er'ya clamored to go hunting too, only to be rewarded with two solid knocks on the head from Old Li, sending them howling and causing a ruckus. The atmosphere became joyful and harmonious. Song Que didn't stay long and bid his farewells to head home.

As he was leaving, a basket of rice and half a jar of salt were shoved into his hands. Unable to refuse, he conveniently carried them back.... Time quietly slipped by. With a goal to strive for, Song Que trained desperately with the throwing javelin. Relying on his raw strength and pinpoint control, he could now accurately spear a target from over fifty meters away. Any further, and the force wouldn't be enough to do significant damage.

In addition, he fashioned a wooden blade and a bamboo bow for himself to practice, yielding extraordinary results. The bamboo bow was modeled after the survival shows he watched in his previous life, mostly to get the feel for it. As for the blade... how could Song Que not practice the saber? A certain shameless transmigrator thought to himself, having hallucinated countless times about being a lone man with a single saber, roaming unhindered across the martial world and leaving his name in the annals of history.