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If I can find an opportunity, I'll expose Murong Fu himself...

I wonder if they might drop the secret manual for "Shifting Stars and Changing Positions," which is the Murong family's ultimate skill and also considered a great martial arts technique in the martial arts world.

With his current strength, he has a good chance of winning against Murong Fu.

Murong Fu's martial arts skills fluctuated in the original work, but overall, they should be at the level of peak second-rate to early first-rate.

He was stronger than Duan Zhengchun and his retainers, but he was clearly inferior to veteran first-class masters like Xiao Feng, Kumachi, and Duan Yanqing.

Dealing with them is much easier than directly confronting Ding Chunqiu and Li Qiushui.

"However, compared to Murong Fu, the reward was much richer when Li Qiushui and Tianshan Tonglao perished together." Wu Feng squinted as he pondered the gains and losses.

Those two are truly top-tier masters.

If I could catch them locked in a fierce battle, both exhausted and on their last legs, I could become the beneficiary...

The harvest was simply immeasurable.

Li Qiushui's Lesser Formless Skill and White Rainbow Palm Force, Tianshan Child Granny's Eternal Youth and Longevity Skill, and their lifelong skills...

Just thinking about it is exciting.

"But... it's hard to say whether the plot will go that far." He shook his head and put his phone aside.

The game's storyline has been tangled up, and the timing and order of many events have been altered.

Will the life-or-death duel between Li Qiushui and Tianshan Tonglao happen again? When will it happen? In what form will it happen?

are all unknowns.

All he can do is take it one step at a time and seize the opportunities at hand.

Li Qiushui is in Xixia, which may trigger Wu Xingyun's storyline.

As for Murong Fu... we can't worry about that for now.

The waiter began serving the dishes, and the steaming hot food interrupted his thoughts.

He picked up his chopsticks, stopped thinking about it, and focused on the food in front of him.

They finished eating in a flash.

I checked out, got up, and walked back to my accommodation.

Take a hot shower and change into clean pajamas.

I lay back down in the gaming pod.

The hatch closed, and consciousness sank.

The game world, a simple and cramped guest room.

Wu Feng sat cross-legged on the hard bed and closed his eyes.

The Pure Yang Limitless Skill's mental cultivation method allows pure Yang energy to circulate continuously within the body.

Just after Chen Shi (7-9 AM), Wu Feng slowly opened his eyes. The golden-red color that had been flowing in his eyes faded away like the tide, disappearing deep into his eyes.

After a night of intensive practice, his proficiency in the Pure Yang Limitless Skill increased by more than 100,000.

He exhaled a long, hot breath, which condensed into a straight white streak in the cool morning air, dissipating after a few breaths.

Within his dantian, the dark golden pure yang energy vortex slowly rotated, becoming even more condensed and refined than yesterday.

The pure Yang energy at the Great Completion Realm is as vast as the ocean, flowing through the limbs and bones, bringing abundant power and a warm feeling.

He stood up, his joints making a series of soft, crackling sounds as he stretched.

I walked to the window and pushed it open a crack. It was already bright outside. The morning in the small border town of Xixia had a rough atmosphere that was very different from that of the Central Plains. The wind carried sand and the smell of livestock from afar.

The room next door remained quiet.

Wu Feng pushed open the door and walked out, stopping outside Wu Xingyun's room and knocking.

"It's time to go."

A moment later, the door was opened.

Wu Xingyun had already tidied up, changed into a set of slightly worn coarse cloth clothes, combed her hair neatly, her little face was tense, and her eyes were clear, showing little of the ignorance that a child should have.

The aura emanating from her body was slightly more solid than yesterday; though still faint, it had already begun to take shape.

"Mmm," she responded, her voice still childish but devoid of emotion.

The two went downstairs and sat down in a corner of the inn's lobby.

Wu Feng called over the waiter and ordered two bowls of mutton offal soup, several golden-brown baked naan breads, and a dish of pickled radishes.

The food was served quickly. The mutton offal soup was steaming hot, with a rich, muttony aroma; the naan bread was firm and chewy.

The pickled radish was sour, crisp, and refreshing. Wu Feng pushed most of the naan bread and pickled vegetables in front of Wu Xingyun, picked up a piece himself, broke it into pieces, and soaked it in the soup.

Wu Xingyun glanced at him, said nothing, but quickly took small sips of soup.

She still ate very quickly, but her demeanor was much more composed than the previous two days.

She even possessed a habitual elegance born of long-standing arrogance, which seemed incongruous with her youthful appearance.

Wu Feng ate silently, his gaze occasionally sweeping over her.

The two finished their breakfast in silence, their hunger levels fully restored.

Wu Feng then had the waiter pack ten more naan breads, a leather bag of water, and a few pieces of dried mutton into his backpack.

I paid the bill, got up, and left the inn.

Once outside the town, the view opened up.

The distant sky was a vast gray-blue, the earth was yellowish-brown, and the vegetation was sparse, with only a few clumps of drought-resistant shrubs swaying in the wind.

The air is dry, and the sunlight is already showing its heat.

"We'll try to get to the main city today." Wu Feng looked to the northwest, where the silhouettes of the rolling mountains were faintly visible against the horizon. The capital of Western Xia, Xingqing Prefecture, was situated on the plain in front of the mountains.

Wu Xingyun nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Wu Feng said no more. He circulated the Lingbo Weibu mental technique within his body, and his figure transformed into a light blue shadow, rushing towards the northwest.

The speed was kept at a normal level, accommodating Wu Xingyun.

Wu Xingyun gathered his energy and used his lightness skill to catch up.

Her movements were still exquisite, and the shadow of the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts could be vaguely seen in her footwork. However, her internal strength was too weak, so her running speed was mediocre and it consumed a lot of true energy.

The two traveled one after the other through the wasteland and hills.

The pace remained the same, with stops and starts.

Every hour or so, Wu Xingyun had to stop, find a shady rock or earthen slope to sit cross-legged, and circulate the Longevity and Immortality Technique to recover his internal energy as quickly as possible.

Her face turned slightly pale, her breathing became rapid, and sweat appeared on her forehead, clearly indicating that her internal energy was nearing its limit.

Wu Feng never urged him on; he always stood quietly nearby, scanning the surroundings with his eyes.

While Wu Xingyun was recuperating, he searched for roaming wild beasts nearby and focused on honing his "Tianshan Six Yang Palms".

The wilderness is teeming with packs of wolves and hyenas, and occasionally you might encounter bandits riding inferior horses and brandishing scimitars to rob merchants.

These guys are mostly between level 25 and 35, which isn't even a warm-up for Wu Feng right now.

The palm technique unfolds, sometimes firm, sometimes gentle, with yin and yang energies flowing and merging in the palm.

He deliberately controlled his strength and moves, treating every wolf that pounced and every bandit that howled as he charged at him as a live target for his Hammering Palm Technique.

The "Yangchun Baixue" palm strike, with its powerful yet subtle force, struck the wolf's head, producing a muffled sound as the skull shattered.

The "Yangguan Sandie" palm strike was layered upon layered, like waves crashing against the shore, sending a bandit who was wielding a knife flying backward, his chest caved in.

The "Sunset Melting Gold" palm strike was powerful and imposing, carrying scorching true energy. It struck the rock, leaving a charred palm print with stone dust falling from the edges.

[Tianshan Six Yang Palm Proficiency +276]

[Tianshan Six Yang Palm Proficiency +276]

The indicator shows a stable fluctuation. A comprehension level of 462, combined with practical combat training, allows for a much faster improvement in palm techniques than the average person.

Many of the awkward transitions between moves and the subtle nuances of force conversion become clear and instinctive with each strike.

Wu Xingyun occasionally opened his eyes from his meditation, looking in the direction where Wu Feng was practicing his palm strikes, his gaze complex.

She could clearly sense that the young man's palm technique was becoming more and more proficient at an astonishing speed.

The palm technique, a fusion of yin and yang, became increasingly fluid and natural, and the way it exerted force was getting closer and closer to the realm she remembered.

"Such comprehension... is simply unbelievable." She thought to herself. Even with her nearly 100 years of experience, she had never seen anyone master the Tianshan Six Yang Palm to such a high level in such a short time.

This made her even more curious about Wu Feng's background, and also added a hint of inexplicable apprehension and... anticipation.

A day of travel passed by in fits and starts.