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As Wu Feng approached the window and was about to leave, he suddenly heard soft footsteps and a woman whispering from the corridor not far away.

He froze, retreating into the shadows by the window, listening intently.

Two maids dressed in light blue gowns walked by carrying lacquered trays, which contained several dishes of vegetarian snacks and a pot of tea.

"...Madam didn't have lunch again today, she only drank some water," the shorter maid sighed softly.

"Ever since moving to this quiet little courtyard, the lady has become increasingly taciturn," another maid chimed in. "The prince also rarely comes to visit, alas..."

"Enough of this talk. Hurry up and send it over; the lady must be getting impatient."

As they talked, they turned through the corridor and headed towards a secluded courtyard deep within the Prince's Palace.

Wu Feng squinted and silently followed ten feet behind, using the flowers and trees in the courtyard to conceal his figure.

Dao Baifeng... A thought flickered in his mind.

This Baiyi woman, Duan Zhengchun's lawfully wedded wife, became disheartened by her husband's philandering and took up the name Yuxu Sanren, living a secluded life in a Taoist temple.

She's also a decisive and remarkable woman in the original story; let's go and see for ourselves.

The courtyard was indeed secluded, with several clumps of green bamboo planted outside the wall. The door was ajar, and the faint sound of chanting and wooden fish drums could be heard from inside, making it a place for quiet cultivation.

Two maids pushed open the door and went in, then left empty-handed a moment later, closing the door behind them.

Wu Feng, who was lying in ambush behind the bamboo grove, was considering whether to sneak in to investigate when he suddenly heard a clear male voice coming from inside the courtyard:

"Mother, I must take my leave now. Father has ordered me to go to the palace and stay with my uncle for a while, just in case."

The voice was gentle and refined, with a touch of scholarly air.

Then came a woman's voice, calm yet with a hint of concern: "Go on your way, be careful on the road. Things haven't been peaceful in the city these past few days, don't linger outside."

"I understand."

The courtyard gate creaked open, and a young man dressed in a pale white scholar's robe and wearing a square scarf walked out.

He had a handsome face, with an innocent look in his eyes, a jade pendant hanging from his waist, and the leisurely pace of his gait exuded the air of a wealthy young master.

Duan Yu. Wu Feng's gaze lingered on him for a moment.

It seems that although the four villains have appeared in Dali, the kidnapping has not yet occurred.

The young man walked along the path and soon disappeared outside the moon gate.

Wu Feng narrowed his eyes. The Four Evils had entered the city in broad daylight, causing a great uproar, and Duan Zhengchun's immediate reaction of sending his son to the palace was undeniably swift.

Was it because the Four Evils acted arrogantly and carelessly, or... did they have other motives?

He shook his head, no longer wanting to think about it. The opportunity was too good to pass up.

After waiting a while longer and confirming that there was no one else in the courtyard, Wu Feng floated to the foot of the courtyard wall like a wisp of smoke. He touched the blue brick with his toes and jumped over the wall, landing in the courtyard.

The courtyard was indeed simple and unpretentious: three gray-tiled houses, with a small plaque for Yuxu Temple hanging above the door of the main hall in the center;

There is a stone well in the courtyard, with stone benches and a stone table beside it, and a few clumps of autumn chrysanthemums blooming faintly in the corner.

As dusk settled, a lantern was hung under the eaves, its dim yellow light reflecting off the window paper.

Wu Feng landed silently, glanced around to make sure there were no hidden sentries or guards, and then stepped into the main hall.

Before pushing open the door, he had a sudden thought. He took out a black cloth from his backpack and covered his mouth and nose, leaving only his eyes exposed.

"Squeak—"

The wooden door was pushed open.

The furnishings inside the main room were even simpler: a table, a chair, a shelf of scriptures, and portraits of the Three Pure Ones hanging on the wall.

A woman dressed in a gray-white Taoist robe and wearing a lotus crown was sitting cross-legged on a futon with her back to the door, regulating her breathing. She turned around when she heard the sound.

She was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with a pretty face, but her eyes held an inescapable melancholy and aloofness.

Seeing that the newcomer was not a maid, she frowned abruptly, stood up abruptly, grabbed a white jade whisk leaning against the wall, and said sternly, "Who are you? How dare you trespass into the Prince of Zhennan's mansion in broad daylight!"

Wu Feng closed the door behind him, his gaze falling on the top of her head—[Dao Baifeng (Yu Xu Sanren, Second-Rate Martial Artist)].

A second-rate martial artist, indeed no ordinary woman.

He lowered his voice, his tone calm: "Madam, I have come only to request the martial arts manuals of the Prince of Zhennan's mansion. If you are willing to tell me the truth, you can avoid the calamity of swords and spears."

Dao Baifeng sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "You audacious thief, daring to plot against the Zhennan Prince's Mansion in Dali—you're courting death!"

Before she finished speaking, the whisk in her hand had already transformed into a white shadow, sweeping straight at Wu Feng's face with a sharp whistling sound!

This strike was swift and ruthless, each strand of dust taut like an iron wire, clearly imbued with considerable internal force. An ordinary martial artist would likely suffer severe cuts and bruises if struck by it.

Wu Feng was prepared, and his feet naturally stepped out with the "Lingbo Weibu" technique, his figure sliding half a step to the left like a willow catkin in the wind.

The whisk brushed past his shoulder and struck the door panel with a crisp "snap," leaving a deep mark on the inch-thick wooden board.

"Not bad at all," Wu Feng thought to himself, but his movements didn't falter.

In the instant the force of the whisk was exhausted, his right hand shot out like lightning, precisely grabbing the pulse point of Dao Baifeng's right wrist as she held the whisk, pinching and twisting it!

"Hmm!" Dao Baifeng groaned, feeling a numbness and tingling in half of her arm, and her fingers involuntarily loosened.

Before the whisk could even touch the ground, it was caught by Wu Feng's left hand.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the whisk flying out in reverse, the whisk threads soft, yet the handle struck Dao Baifeng squarely on the side of his waist.

He then reduced his strength by 70% and used only a clever technique.

Dao Baifeng was slapped so hard that he staggered back three or four steps, his back hitting the scripture shelf, causing several scrolls of Taoist scriptures to scatter with a clatter.

Her health bar had decreased almost imperceptibly—by only one or two percent.

It was just a warning. Dao Baifeng's expression changed drastically.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent upon their first move.

The sudden disarming and counterattack was so fast that she couldn't even see the movements. If her opponent hadn't held back, she probably would have been seriously injured and collapsed to the ground.

She gritted her teeth and stood up straight, her gaze quickly sweeping towards the door—only three steps away.

But just as she was about to rush out, a gray shadow flashed before her eyes, and the masked man appeared behind her like a ghost!

A hand like an iron clamp wrapped around her neck and locked her throat, while another hand pressed on her Jianjing acupoint, and powerful internal energy penetrated in, causing her to feel a sudden stagnation of energy throughout her body.

"Madam, you intend to leave before answering my question?" Wu Feng whispered in her ear, his voice low and mocking. "You underestimate me too much."

The warm, moist breath brushed against her ear, and Dao Baifeng stiffened, then cried out in a mixture of shame and anger, "Let me go! I... I don't know where that heartless man kept his martial arts manual!"

"You don't know?" Wu Feng scoffed. "You've been Duan Zhengchun's lawfully wedded wife for over a decade. How could you not know? Madam, do you take me for a three-year-old?"

With a slight increase in pressure, Dao Baifeng's breath hitched, and her face flushed red.

Wu Feng continued, deliberately softening his tone and adding a touch of intimacy: "Madam still retains her charm. If she refuses to cooperate... I'll have to ask for some other benefits."

As he spoke, the hand that was gripping her throat loosened slightly, while the other hand slid down from her shoulder and pressed against her waist.

Dao Baifeng trembled, both shocked and furious: "You...you dare! This is the Zhennan Prince's Mansion!"

"So what if it's a prince's residence?" Wu Feng leaned closer, his voice tinged with impatience. "I'll ask you one last time: Where's the secret manual?"

Dao Baifeng felt the warmth and strength from the hand on her waist and knew that this person's martial arts were far superior to her own. If he really used force, she would have no power to resist.

Her expression changed several times before she finally gritted her teeth and whispered, "I...I really don't know. I've been separated from that man for a long time, and I never interfere in his affairs. But the Duan family's martial arts lineage all originates from Tianlong Temple. All the royal family members who have practiced martial arts have received their vows and become disciples at Tianlong Temple. Even if you search the entire Zhennan Prince's Mansion, you won't find what you're looking for."

Wu Feng frowned.

It's Tenryu-ji again. This answer isn't surprising.