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Consciousness slowly rose from the deep state of cultivation, like rising from the bottom of a tranquil lake to the surface.

Wu Feng opened his eyes. The room was still dark, with only the dim gray-white morning light shining through the window.

He exhaled a long breath, the breath almost condensing into a very faint white trace in the cold air, disappearing in an instant.

The familiar tingling and numbness returned to my legs and feet after sitting cross-legged all night, but the harmonious and flowing true energy of "Harmony with the World" within my body immediately circulated for a cycle on its own, and the stagnation quickly dissipated wherever the warm current passed.

He habitually brought up his skill list, his gaze falling on that line:

【Harmony with the World (Perfect 439108/500000)】

There is only a shortfall of 60,000 points left to reach the 500,000 required for the Great Perfection.

"It'll be soon," Wu Feng murmured to himself, his tone calm and collected, as if nothing had happened.

He rolled out of bed, his feet touching the cool floor, and stretched his neck and shoulders, his bones making a few soft cracking sounds.

On a whim, I chose to exit the game.

The game pod hatch slid open, revealing a dimly lit room, though brighter than the game itself.

He sat up, rubbed his slightly numb cheeks, and stepped briskly out of the cabin.

The morning air carried a slight chill.

He walked to the window and pulled back the curtains a little. It was just getting light outside, and the city was not yet fully awake, with only the occasional sound of vehicles.

The feeling of emptiness in my stomach became more pronounced.

He quickly washed up, changed into his outdoor clothes, grabbed his phone and keys, and went out.

The streets were sparsely populated in the early morning, and the steam and aroma from the breakfast stalls were especially tempting in the chilly air.

He walked to his usual stall, where the owner, a middle-aged woman, already recognized him.

"The usual?" the aunt asked, deftly preparing the food.

"Hmm, two fried dough sticks, a bowl of wontons, a bowl of savory soy milk, and two tea eggs, please."

"Okay, please sit down and wait a moment."

He sat down on a small plastic stool and watched the aunt take the golden, fluffy fried dough sticks out of the oil, drain them, and cut them into sections.

The savory soy milk is served in a large blue-and-white porcelain bowl, sprinkled with dried shrimp, seaweed, and pickled mustard greens, and then drizzled with a little chili oil and vinegar.

The tea eggs were simmering in the braising pot, their skins already stained a dark brown.

The food was served quickly.

The fried dough sticks are crispy, making a crunchy sound when you bite into them, but inside they still have the aroma of wheat and a slightly chewy texture.

The flavor of savory soy milk is complex, a mixture of salty, umami, sour, and spicy. It slides down your throat warmly, instantly soothing your stomach.

The tea eggs are thoroughly marinated, with springy egg whites and creamy yolks.

Then I ate another bowl of hot wontons.

The first meal of the morning always provides the most direct comfort and energy.

I finished eating in a flash, a light sweat beading on my forehead. My empty stomach was completely filled, and I felt refreshed.

He scanned the QR code to pay, nodded to the aunt, and got up to walk back.

Back at my place, I took a quick five-minute shower to wash away the fatigue of the night.

After changing into clean underwear, he lay back down in the gaming pod.

The hatch closed, and the familiar darkness alternated with a faint light, causing my consciousness to sink.

In the game world, in a guest room on the third floor of Yuelai Building.

The scene before me was clear; it was still the same house, but the daylight outside the window was already bright, and faint sounds of people could be heard from the street.

Wu Feng did not stay in the room for long.

He straightened his drab, coarse cloth outfit, wrapped the iron-slaying sword in cloth again, slung it over his back, picked up his bag, and went downstairs.

The lobby on the first floor was quieter than last night, with only a few guests having breakfast.

He walked straight out of the inn, and the slightly damp morning air rushed towards him, carrying the unique scent of Dali, as if mixed with the sweet fragrance of grass, trees and soil.

The streets were bustling with activity, with NPC vendors hawking their wares and players in small groups, some hurrying along, others gathering to discuss something.

Wu Feng blended into the crowd, asking passersby for directions to the martial arts schools in the city as he walked.

He found it without much effort.

The martial arts school is located on the west side of the city. The facade is not particularly grand, but it is very solid. The black lacquered door is wide open, and a plaque hangs above the door with the four characters "Nanzhao Martial Arts School" written in strong characters, which have a rougher feel than those in the Central Plains.

There were NPCs dressed as disciples sweeping and cleaning at the entrance, and players were coming and going.

Wu Feng stepped inside.

Inside was a spacious courtyard with a ground paved with bluestone slabs that were firm and flat to the touch.

Weapon racks were placed around the courtyard, displaying a variety of weapons including knives, spears, clubs, axes, hooks, and forks. However, upon closer inspection, the proportion of knives and clubs was noticeably higher.

At this moment, many players and NPC disciples were already practicing in the courtyard. The shouts, the sound of weapons cutting through the air, and the muffled thuds of footsteps blended together, creating a steamy atmosphere.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a brown short-sleeved shirt, with broad shoulders, a thick waist, and dark skin, was patrolling the yard with his hands behind his back, occasionally pointing out directions.

The name displayed above his head is 【Guardian · Iwago】.

Wu Feng stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Master, I apologize for disturbing you."

Yan Gang turned around and glanced at Wu Feng.

His eyes were sharp, revealing the sharpness of someone who had practiced martial arts for many years. "A new face. Want to learn?" His voice was loud and clear, with a local accent.

"Yes, I'd like to see what kind of kung fu your school teaches," Wu Feng said calmly.

"Follow me." Yan Gang didn't waste any words and turned to lead Wu Feng toward the main hall.

The main hall was more organized, with several diagrams of human meridians and power generation techniques hanging on the walls, their style slightly different from that of the Central Plains. Yan Gang walked to a wooden table and sat down, pointing to a wooden sign on the wall: "Look, the kung fu we teach now is all written on here, along with the prices. Take a look for yourself."

Wu Feng looked up. Ten martial arts techniques were clearly listed on the wooden plaque in charcoal:

The words on the wooden sign were written with charcoal pencil; they weren't particularly neat, but they were still clearly legible.

[List of Skills Taught at the Nanzhao Martial Arts School]

Third-rate martial arts:

1. Mountain-Splitting Knife Technique (Knife Skill) - Ten Taels of Silver

2. Monkey Cudgel Technique (Cudgel Technique) - Ten Taels of Silver

3. Crushing Stone Palm (Palm Technique) - Ten Taels of Silver

4. Raging Bull Fist (Fist Technique) - Ten Taels of Silver

5. Chain Kick (Leg Technique) - Ten Taels of Silver

6. Cloud-Piercing Finger (Finger Technique) - Ten Taels of Silver

7. Cloud Ridge Step (Light Footwork) - Ten Taels of Silver

8. Thousand-Pound Palm (Palm Technique) - Ten Taels of Silver

9. Iron Arm Kung Fu (External Hard Kung Fu) - Ten taels of silver

10. Miasma Mantra (Internal Skill, with minor poison resistance) - Ten taels of silver

Total: One hundred taels of silver.

Wu Feng's gaze lingered on the Miasma Technique for a moment longer.

The internal skill with poison resistance... this is indeed very characteristic of Dali, especially the regional style of a place close to Miao territory where poisonous creatures abound.

It was completely different from the orthodox and peaceful Wudang kung fu he had learned in the Central Plains.

It seems that the martial arts tradition here leans more towards weapons like knives and staffs, which are easy to forge and better suited to mountainous terrain, as well as unorthodox skills such as fist and foot techniques and resistance to poison.

One hundred taels of silver is a huge sum for an ordinary player, but it's nothing compared to the silver he's currently saving up in his inventory.

More importantly, these ten martial arts techniques can provide ten perfect attribute bonuses.

Even a mosquito's leg is still meat; little by little, it adds up.

Moreover, it also contains the poison resistance internal energy that he values ​​highly at the moment.

"Master," Wu Feng turned to Yan Gang, who was sitting behind the table, and said calmly, "I have learned all ten kung fu skills on this list."

Yan Gang, who was drinking water from a rough earthenware bowl, paused upon hearing this, raised his eyelids, and looked at Wu Feng with some surprise.

Learning ten subjects at once? This kid looks ordinary, but he's got quite the nerve. That's no small sum of money.

"Learn the whole thing? One hundred taels, in cash." Yan Gang put down his bowl and emphasized.

He had seen many players ask about prices, but most of them were frugal and only learned the cheapest skill. This was the first time someone had asked for the whole price like this.

Wu Feng didn't say much and directly took out the silver he had prepared in advance from his backpack.

Ten ingots of official silver, each weighing ten taels, were neatly stacked on the table.

The silver gleamed in the light streaming through the window.

Yan Gang's eyes lit up, and the surprise on his face turned into a genuine smile.

He stood up, stretched out his rough, large hands, quickly counted the items, and confirmed that the number was correct.

"Great!" He laughed, swept the silver into a wooden box under the table, and locked it.

His attitude warmed up considerably. "This young man is definitely going to do big things! Wait here, I'll get you the secret manual—no, I'll teach you myself!"

Large clients who pay the full amount upfront are worth his personal guidance.