Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

Wu Feng looked at the number, but his heart remained unmoved.

Having a lot of money is just a number.

However, it's always good to be able to exchange it for real cash and improve one's life.

"Now that I've finished this trip to Leigu Mountain, I need to sell some game tokens," he thought to himself.

Money left in your bag won't earn interest; exchanging it for cash is the real solution.

Moreover, judging from this trend, gold prices may continue to rise, but if game operators intervene to regulate the market, or if the market becomes saturated, prices may fall back.

At this price point, it's already quite good.

"However, given the current increase in the number of people and the price of gold, selling out isn't necessarily a bad thing."

He continued to ponder, "Perhaps when we return to the Central Plains, the price of gold will be even higher."

Sell ​​it now and secure your profits. You can always buy more when you need it.

With his current skill level, his gold farming efficiency will only increase.

Just then, the waiter started serving the dishes.

The steaming hot shredded pork with garlic sauce is bright red, the Mapo tofu is glistening with red oil, the water spinach with garlic sauce is bright green and refreshing, and the tomato and egg soup is fragrant.

The smell of real food filled my nostrils, instantly fading the memories of the virtual world.

Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks and focused on the food in front of him.

Fish-flavored shredded pork is sweet, sour, and slightly spicy, making it a great accompaniment to rice; Mapo tofu is spicy, savory, and fragrant, with tender and smooth tofu; Water spinach is refreshing and helps to cut through the richness of the dish.

With rice, they devoured the three dishes, soup, and a large bowl of rice in a whirlwind.

A light sheen of sweat appeared on my forehead, and my stomach was full of food, giving me a feeling of satiety.

I paid the bill and got up.

Stepping out of the restaurant, the cool night breeze brushed against my face, taking away some of the post-meal heat.

He strolled slowly back to his lodgings, letting the food digest in his stomach.

Neon lights flashed on the streets, car headlights flowed by, and the city's nighttime atmosphere had a kind of real yet detached liveliness, different from the game world.

Back in his room, without delay, he lay back down in the gaming pod.

The hatch closed, and consciousness sank.

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In the game world, at the Kelai'an Inn, Qingshi Town, Room 2, Building A.

The scene before my eyes changed from blurry to clear.

The oil lamp had burned out, and the room was dark except for a few slivers of moonlight coming in from the window, outlining the shape of the windowpanes on the floor.

Wu Feng sat cross-legged on the hard bed, closed his eyes, and focused his mind on his dantian.

The mental cultivation method of "Pure Yang Limitless Skill" began to circulate.

The pure yang true qi at the minor completion stage is already vast and boundless, and its circulation is even more harmonious and efficient.

The golden-red pure yang energy vortex slowly rotated in the dantian. With each complete cycle, the true energy grew stronger and more solid, and the color of the vortex became purer, transforming into a deeper golden-red.

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +276]

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +276]

The pale gold notification pulsed rhythmically in the darkness.

He became completely absorbed in it, losing track of time.

The internal energy is like the Yangtze River, flowing endlessly, repeatedly washing and widening the meridians along subtle and profound routes, nourishing the flesh, bones and muscles.

The pure Yang energy grew increasingly refined and vast, like a miniature sun slowly burning in the dantian, radiating a warm and powerful force.

The sky outside the window changed from dark black to deep blue, and then gradually turned grayish-white. In the distance, the faint sounds of roosters crowing and early risers could be heard.

As another cycle of Qi circulation came to a complete end, Wu Feng slowly withdrew his practice and opened his eyes.

A fleeting golden-red glint flashed in his eyes, deeply concealed. He exhaled a long, hot breath, which condensed into a straight white streak in the cool morning air, within which the golden-red glint was faintly visible, before dissipating after a few breaths.

I glanced at the skill bar:

【Pure Yang Limitless Skill (Minor Success 276000/500000)】

After a night of intensive training, I gained over 165,000 proficiency points. I'm still 224,000 points away from achieving the Great Perfection realm.

"It is indeed highly efficient," he muttered to himself calmly.

With a comprehension level as high as 462, his cultivation speed remains at a considerable level.

At this rate, he should be able to break through to the highest level in two or three days at most.

He got up and stretched, his internal energy flowing naturally, a warm feeling dispelling the sluggishness from sitting for so long.

As I opened the window, the crisp morning air rushed in, bringing with it the vibrant energy of the town's awakening.

Early risers and gamers were already out and about on the streets, their voices faintly audible.

"It's time to get off."

On a whim, I chose to exit the game.

In the real world, it's early morning.

Wu Feng got up, washed up, changed his clothes, and went out.

I ate a bowl of plain porridge, two fried dough sticks, and a tea egg at the breakfast stall downstairs.

After a simple breakfast, I felt much more energetic.

Back at my lodgings, I logged back into the game.

In the inn room, Wu Feng pushed open the door, walked down the stairs, and came to the lobby.

I ordered a bowl of plain congee, two meat buns, and a dish of pickled vegetables, and slowly finished them. My hunger level was fully restored.

He then asked the waiter to pack twenty steamed buns, five catties of dried meat, and two bags of water, which he then put into his backpack.

Once he was ready, he pulled down his straw hat, walked out of the inn, crossed the gradually bustling streets, and left the town.

Arriving at a deserted spot outside the town, he discerned the direction of Leigu Mountain.

Simultaneously activating the internal techniques of "Lingbo Weibu" and "Tiyun Zong," power was generated from the feet—

"Whoosh!"

His figure darted out like an arrow, leaping with light-footed skill, heading northeast at maximum speed.

The wind whistled past my ears, and the scenery rushed by.

When Wu Feng arrived at the entrance of the valley where the Deaf-Mute Sect was located, he found that twenty or thirty players had already gathered there.

These people gathered in twos and threes on the relatively flat open space at the entrance of the valley, craning their necks to look inside. Most of them had expressions of curiosity and eagerness on their faces. Occasionally, someone would go up and talk to the NPC guarding the entrance of the valley, but they would be politely and firmly turned away.

Two people stood at the entrance of the valley.

On the left is a slightly overweight, fair-skinned middle-aged man wearing a worn-out blue cloth robe, carrying a medicine hoe in his hand, and several cloth bags of different sizes hanging from his waist. The smell of herbs can be faintly smelled.

On the right was a tall, thin man dressed as a scholar, holding a scroll in his hands, reading it with his head swaying. Occasionally, he would glance at the players outside, his eyes revealing a sense of detachment and impatience.

Both of them had names and titles displayed above their heads:

Xue Muhua (One of the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass - The Divine Physician)

[Gou Du (One of the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass - A Bookworm)]

Wu Feng glanced at it and suddenly understood.

It seems that after the game adapted and adjusted the original plot, the Eight Friends of Hangu were not expelled by Su Xinghe. Instead, they stayed in the Deaf-Mute Sect and became disciples who guarded the gate and handled miscellaneous tasks.

This saved a lot of trouble. If it were just Su Xinghe alone, dealing with so many players' harassment would probably be a real challenge.

He didn't rush forward. He pulled down his straw hat, retreated to the edge of the crowd, and stood quietly under an old pine tree, arms crossed, watching.

Negotiations at the valley entrance are ongoing.

A burly player carrying a broadsword stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Xue Muhua, and said in a loud voice, "Senior, I have long admired the Deaf-Mute Sect and have come to seek your tutelage! I humbly request your kind introduction!"

Xue Muhua glanced at him, then at the broadsword on his back, shook his head, and said in a gentle but uncompromising voice, "Our sect is not accepting disciples for the time being. Young hero, please return."

The player was unwilling to give up and wanted to say more, but Gou Du, who was standing next to him, waved his hand impatiently: "Go away, can't you see we're busy? If you want to become an apprentice, go somewhere else, we don't accept you here."

"You..." The player's face flushed red, but after glancing at the obviously intimidating titles and levels above the two people's heads, he ultimately didn't dare to retaliate and retreated in a huff.

Another female player stepped forward, her voice soft and sweet: "Seniors, I am quite interested in the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. I have heard that your esteemed Master Su Xinghe is a renowned master of our time, and I have come here specifically to seek your guidance..."

"Master does not receive outsiders." Xue Muhua interrupted directly, his tone still gentle, but carrying an unquestionable meaning.

Several groups of people came forward to test the waters, but were all dismissed by the two men with a few words.

Some players tried to force their way in, but as soon as they took two steps forward, Xue Muhua gently tapped the ground with his hoe, and an invisible force rippled out. The players were as if they had hit a soft wall, staggering backward and turning pale.

After a few attempts, the onlookers gradually lost their nerve and dispersed, muttering complaints.