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The morning light was thin, filtering through the gaps in the trees and casting dappled coolness on Wu Feng's face.

He opened his eyes. The sky in the game world was just beginning to lighten, and the outlines of the distant mountains were still shrouded in deep blue mist, making them difficult to see clearly.

The embers of the campfire had long since cooled, leaving only a pile of grayish-white charcoal dust, which scattered in a rustling sound as the morning breeze blew.

A chestnut horse was swishing its tail not far away, occasionally lowering its head to nibble on the tips of a dewy blade of grass, making a rustling sound.

It was very quiet around.

This stillness is a pure, wild, undisturbed silence.

Only the wind rustles through the treetops, and occasionally a bird's cry, whose species cannot be identified, drifts from afar.

Wu Feng stretched his neck, which had become stiff from sitting cross-legged all night, and his bones made a slight clicking sound.

He brought up the attribute panel, his gaze falling on the [Tai Chi] section:

Tai Chi (Complete 133000/400000)

I'm still 267000 skill points away from achieving the highest level of mastery.

"Almost there," he murmured to himself, his tone calm and even as he watched his target approach.

He had already experienced the bonuses brought by the perfection of first-class martial arts from "Harmony with the World" and "Tai Chi Sword". It was a real leap in attributes and an increase in combat power.

Against an opponent like Yun Zhonghe, who excels in lightness skills and cunning, greater arm strength, physical constitution, and agility mean a more solid foundation, faster reaction, and greater confidence to withstand unexpected blows.

"There's no rush now." He glanced at the map, at the direction marked towards the town where the Cloud Crane was suspected to have appeared, and made a mental estimate.

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

Why not take advantage of this gap to further enhance our strength?

Once the decision was made, there was no more hesitation.

On a whim, he chose to quit the game.

In the real world, the soft sound of the game pod's hatch sliding open was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Wu Feng sat up and rubbed his slightly numb cheeks.

After being immersed in intense virtual training and combat for a long time, even when consciousness returns, the body retains a strange memory.

It was as if the fist was still clenched and the steps were still in a certain rhythm.

He stretched out a long yawn, and his bones made a series of soft cracking sounds, like rusty gears meshing again.

He got out of bed quickly, changed into a loose old T-shirt and sweatpants, grabbed his phone and keys from the bedside table, opened the door and went out.

The city is just waking up in the early morning.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street yet; most were elderly people exercising early in the morning or young people rushing to their early shifts.

The air carried a slight coolness after a night's rest, mixed with the aroma of food wafting from breakfast stalls.

Wu Feng walked familiarly to the breakfast stall that had been open for many years at the entrance of the residential area.

"You're here? Same as always?" The proprietress asked without looking up as she deftly scooped out the soy milk.

"Hmm, two fried dough sticks, a bowl of savory soy milk, and two tea eggs." Wu Feng sat down at the small square table set up at the door.

The plastic stool was a bit low, and the tabletop had an oily sheen that couldn't be wiped off over the years.

"Okay."

The fried dough sticks are freshly fried, golden and fluffy, sizzling as they are taken out of the oil. They are cut into small pieces and served on a coarse porcelain plate.

The savory soy milk is served in a large bowl, with seaweed, dried shrimp, pickled mustard greens, and chopped green onions floating on the thick liquid. A spoonful of chili oil is drizzled on top, and a few drops of fragrant vinegar are added.

The tea eggs were bubbling in the braising pot next to them, their shells already stained dark brown and cracked with fine lines.

The food was served quickly.

Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks, first took a piece of fried dough stick, and bit into it with a crunch. It was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, with the simplest aroma of flour.

With piping hot, salty soy milk, the salty, savory, sour, and spicy flavors explode in your mouth, instantly awakening your sluggish taste buds and stomach.

When you peel open a tea egg, the egg white is infused with flavor, and the yolk is smooth and creamy.

He devoured the fried dough sticks, soy milk, and eggs in a whirlwind, a light sheen of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Once the stomach is full of food, the emptiness quickly fades, replaced by a warm sense of satisfaction.

The comfort of real food is always more tangible and powerful than the data-filling experience in games.

He paid by scanning the QR code, nodded to the proprietress, and got up to walk back.

I strolled back to my lodgings as if taking a walk, letting the morning air circulate in my lungs.

Back at his lodgings, he lay down in the gaming pod again.

As the hatch closed and my consciousness sank, the damp, grassy scent of a mountain morning seemed to linger around my nose once more.

The scene before my eyes changed from blurry to clear.

It was still that sheltered campsite. The morning light was brighter than before I logged off, and the mist that had been lingering in the forest was dissipating rapidly, revealing the outlines of the verdant mountains in the distance.

The chestnut horse had already woken up and was rubbing its head against the tree trunk where it was tied. When it saw him wake up, it snorted as if to say hello.

Wu Feng stood up, walked to the center of the open space, and began to stretch his muscles.

First, slowly rotate your neck, shoulders, wrists, and ankles to awaken your joints from a night of sitting still.

Then he took a stance and performed a few basic Wudang long fist moves.

The movements are slow, not focused on strength, but on stretching the tendons and promoting the flow of qi and blood.

The sound of fists and feet was faint, almost inaudible in the quiet morning forest.

After completing a set of long fist techniques, my body felt completely refreshed, my blood and energy surged, and my spirits were lifted.

The sense of power that comes from the virtual body, replenished after eating and resting in reality, is clearly discernible.

He stopped and turned his gaze to the gentle slope not far from the camp, a leveling spot he had noticed last night.

The vegetation on the gentle slope is sparse, consisting mainly of low shrubs and exposed gray-brown rocks.

At that moment, seven or eight wild boars with protruding tusks and thick skin were aimlessly rooting in the soil, searching for grass roots or insects.

Further away, in the shadows of the bushes, you could see a few pairs of eerie green eyes swaying.

The monsters aren't high level; the wild boars are around level 25, and the hyenas are probably even lower.

For him, whose attributes have skyrocketed, this is purely a training dummy that provides experience and proficiency.

"This is it." Wu Feng stepped towards the gentle slope.

He posed with his hands empty, adopting the starting stance of Tai Chi.

Stand naturally with your feet neither too far apart, arms hanging loosely at your sides, eyes focused on your nose, nose focused on your heart, and your mind will instantly calm down.

Within his body, the true energy of the Great Perfection of "Harmony with the World" flowed naturally, as warm and smooth as jade, blending seamlessly with the harmonious and gentle intent of Tai Chi, making his entire aura seem to be subtly connected with the morning forest, the cool air, and the solid ground beneath his feet.

The wild boar that was closest to the intruder was the first to notice it. It raised its head, its small eyes gleaming with ferocity, growled, pawed at the ground, and charged forward!

Its massive body stirred up a foul stench, and two curved fangs were aimed at Wu Feng's waist and abdomen with ferocious force.

Wu Feng did not move until the wild boar was less than three feet away from him, its tusks almost touching his robes. Only then did he take a tiny half-step back with his left foot, and his body turned slightly to the left as if by water.

The right hand was raised, the movement appearing smooth and gentle, its trajectory tracing a perfect semi-circle, precisely meeting the side of the wild boar's charge.

With his fingers slightly bent, he didn't make a hard contact, but simply lightly touched and guided the rough pigskin.

"Grasp the Sparrow's Tail".

The wild boar's frenzied charge was like a clay ox sinking into the sea, easily deflected by that round, soft yet resilient force.

It felt powerless, its huge body tilting as it rushed toward Wu Feng's side, its four hooves staggering and almost losing its balance.

Wu Feng flipped his wrist and gently pressed his palm against the side ribs exposed by the wild boar's charge.

The movements remained gentle, as if merely brushing away dust.

"Press hard" and exhale slightly.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang.

The nearly 300-pound wild boar's body flew more than ten feet away as if hit by a battering ram, crashing heavily to the ground, rolling several times, and finally stopping after hitting a rock.

It twitched twice, blood gushed from its mouth and nose, and then fell silent.

Killing a wild boar in the forest grants 140 experience points.

[Tai Chi proficiency +210.]

The notification pops up at the edge of the field of vision.

Without even glancing over, Wu Feng moved with fluid grace, turning to another wild boar that was charging at him.

There was no earth-shattering noise, only the soft rustling of clothes, steady breathing, and the dull or crisp sounds of fists and palms striking flesh.

His movements always maintained a strange slowness, but this slowness was relative to thunder and lightning; it was a slowness with a clear rhythm, restrained power, and inexhaustible potential.

Each strike comes precisely at the moment when the monster's old strength is exhausted and its new strength has not yet been generated. With each contact, the seemingly gentle force can penetrate the monster's fur and armor, reaching its internal organs and bones.

The wild boar's fierce charge appeared clumsy and powerless in the face of his smooth and fluid boxing stance.

He is like a rock standing firm in a raging torrent, unmoved by the crashing waves. Instead, he uses the force of the water to neutralize and transform the impact, and when he occasionally retaliates, it is with earth-shattering force.

[Tai Chi proficiency +210.]

[Tai Chi proficiency +210.]

……

The pulse was steady and dense.

You will gain 210 proficiency points for each monster you kill.