Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

The Duan family of Dali considered themselves a Buddhist kingdom, and Tianlong Temple was originally the royal family temple. Many emperors became monks there after abdicating.

Hiding the core martial arts techniques in a temple, where they are guarded and taught by eminent monks, is indeed the safest arrangement.

He risked his life to sneak into the Prince's mansion and fought with Dao Baifeng. If he returned empty-handed, wouldn't he have offended the Prince's mansion for nothing?

In a flash, his gaze fell on Dao Baifeng's collar, which was slightly open due to her struggle, and caught a glimpse of her fair neck and collarbone.

Since we're here...

"Since Madam refuses to cooperate," his voice suddenly turned cold, "then I'll have to ask for some other benefits."

Before Dao Baifeng could react, he suddenly pulled her into his arms with the hand on his waist, and with his other hand, he loosened his grip on her throat and twisted her arms behind her back.

"You—uh!" Dao Baifeng was shocked and furious. Just as she was about to shout, Wu Feng tore off his black mask, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"It's too late," he said expressionlessly.

Since we've already offended them, we can't let it go unpunished.

That's how the martial arts world is—survival of the fittest.

He restrained Dao Baifeng's struggling wrists with one hand, and with the other hand he grabbed the front of her Taoist robe and tore it open forcefully.

The gray-white Taoist robe ripped open with a snap, revealing a plain white undergarment underneath.

Dao Baifeng's eyes were wide open, and she tried her best to twist and turn, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Dao Baifeng was filled with shame and indignation, tears welling up in her eyes, but her mouth was stuffed with cloth so she couldn't make a sound, only letting out muffled whimpers.

Wu Feng ignored her reaction.

If his martial arts skills are not up to par today, and he falls into the hands of Dao Baifeng or the Duan family, his fate will not be much better.

Since a feud has been formed, sufficient compensation must be obtained. If martial arts manuals are unattainable, then other methods will suffice.

The maid's footsteps grew closer as she trod on the bluestone slabs in the courtyard, her steps hurried and seemingly aimless.

Immediately following was a series of loud knocks on the door, mixed with the sobbing cries of a young woman, which pierced through the thin wooden door and crashed into the meditation room filled with an eerie atmosphere:

"Madam! Madam! Something terrible has happened! Young Master... Young Master has been kidnapped on the road!"

Upon hearing this, Dao Baifeng's body stiffened abruptly, and her previously dazed and empty eyes widened suddenly, her pupils contracting.

"What?!" she blurted out in shock, her voice rising and trembling uncontrollably.

But almost immediately, she realized the inappropriateness of her situation and the nature of her exclamation.

She forcefully swallowed the rest of her questions back down her throat.

"Ugh—!" Dao Baifeng clenched her teeth, veins throbbing on her forehead, and swallowed back the groan that was about to burst out of her mouth.

She had to make sure the maids outside couldn't tell anything was amiss.

She tried to regulate her breathing, attempting to make her voice sound steady, even carrying the usual coldness and authority characteristic of the Jade Void Hermit:

"I...I understand! Go quickly...and inform the Prince! Hurry!"

That short sentence seemed to have drained all her remaining strength.

After saying that, she collapsed as if all her strength had been drained, her fingers still digging tightly into the rough mattress beneath her, her fingertips turning white.

There was a moment of silence outside.

The two maids were clearly puzzled and puzzled by the subtle yet undeniable noises coming from inside the room.

The lady usually practices quiet cultivation, how could she...

But the news of Duan Yu's abduction was too horrifying for them to bear. They dared not think too much about it, nor could they delay. They quickly replied, "Yes, Madam! This servant will go right away!"

Footsteps sounded again, hurriedly receding into the distance and soon disappearing outside the courtyard gate.

Inside the meditation room, as the maid left, the last bit of restraint seemed to disappear as well.

I don't know how much time passed.

Wu Feng neatly put on his night clothes.

Dao Baifeng curled up on the messy meditation bed, large expanses of her snow-white skin exposed to the gradually dimming light, bearing clear red marks and fingerprints.

With trembling hands, she grabbed the thin mattress and wrapped it haphazardly around herself. Her eyes were vacant and blank as she stared at the dark beam on the roof. The tear tracks on her face had long since dried, leaving only cold traces.

Wu Feng walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at her.

Sensing his approach, Dao Baifeng's body, wrapped in a quilt, stiffened uncontrollably, and a deep fear flashed in her eyes.

However, Wu Feng simply leaned down and whispered in her ear.

His voice was low, yet cold and clear, each word striking her ear:

"If you were to speak of what happened today, Madam, it would not only damage the reputation of the Dali Duan royal family, but also ruin your own honor. Duan Zhengchun is a notorious womanizer with countless women throughout the land. If he were to find out that his lawfully wedded wife lost her virginity to a thief of unknown origin... hehe, do you think he would still acknowledge you as his queen? Would the Dali royal family still tolerate you?"

Dao Baifeng's pupils contracted sharply, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

These words were like poisoned ice picks, piercing deep into the most painful and irrefutable part of her heart.

She knew better than anyone else Duan Zhengchun's heartlessness and the dignity of the royal family.

"Of course," Wu Feng straightened up, his voice returning to its usual calm, even slightly dull tone, "If Madam is still resentful and wishes to seek revenge, I am ready to serve you at any time. However, the next time we meet... I'm afraid it won't be so easy to end this."

After saying that, he didn't look at her again, as if staying even a moment longer would be a waste of time.

He turned and walked to the door, listened for a moment, and then gently opened it a crack.

As dusk deepened in the courtyard, it was quiet and deserted, save for the rustling of the bamboo leaves in the evening breeze.

He slipped out, slammed the door shut behind him with a soft click.

With a light touch of the toes on the bluestone ground, the person leaped lightly onto the courtyard wall, which was nearly two people high, like a weightless black shadow. After a few more leaps, the person completely disappeared into the shadows of the overlapping rooftops of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion, where the lights were gradually illuminating.

The meditation room fell silent once more.

Dao Baifeng remained curled up, motionless for a long time.

Until the faint sounds of commotion from the Prince's mansion could be heard in the distance.

Upon learning of Duan Yu's abduction, the Prince's mansion began to stir, and she slowly sat up as if startled awake.

She stared blankly at the tightly closed wooden door, her eyes vacant.

After a long while, she suddenly grabbed the gray-white Taoist robe that had been torn to shreds by the bedside, buried her face deeply in the cold fabric that carried the scent of dust and humiliation, and her shoulders began to heave uncontrollably.

The body's instinctive spasms, suppressed to the extreme, and the subtle sound of fabric being rubbed together by teeth.

After leaving the core area of ​​the Zhennan Prince's Mansion, Wu Feng did not immediately flee.

He moved like a ghost through the secluded gardens and bamboo groves on the outskirts of the palace, finally finding a corner with dense foliage and thick shadows where he silently hid.

Leaning against a thick clump of Xiangfei bamboo, he squinted slightly, reviewing what had just happened.

"It wasn't stopped." He muttered to himself, his voice revealing neither a sense of awe nor any other emotion.

The warmth and smoothness of that mature body still seemed to linger on my fingertips, and I could almost smell the strange scent of incense, sweat, and another aroma in the meditation room.

This is not reality. He knew it perfectly well.

This is just an extremely realistic game world. Here, people are data, bodies are virtual models, and ethics and morality are a loose and fragile framework constructed by system rules and player behavior.

But that sense of control, that feeling of unbridled indulgence without bearing any real consequences, that pleasure of crushing the high and mighty princess into the dust and taking whatever she wanted.

"It was pretty fun." He tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was hardly a genuine one.