叶尘揉了揉眼睛，脑袋还有些昏沉。窗外，阳光明媚， birds were singing, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers. It was a typical Monday morning in the city, but for Ye Chen, it was different.

Last night, he had a strange dream. In the dream, he was a powerful martial artist, soaring through the sky, surrounded by an aura of invincibility. He could feel the power rushing through his veins, as if he could defeat anyone who stood in his way.

When he woke up, Ye Chen found that he still retained the memories and sensations from the dream. More surprisingly, he discovered that he could actually use the skills he had learned in the dream. He stood up, took a deep breath, and suddenly felt a surge of energy flowing through his body. His muscles were stronger, his reflexes were faster, and he could even feel a faint glow emanating from his hands.

Ye Chen was dumbfounded. He had always been an average student, lacking in both physical and academic abilities. But now, everything seemed to be changing. He felt a sense of confidence that he had never experienced before.