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As he cultivated until the hour of Chen (7-9 AM), Wu Feng slowly opened his eyes. The golden-red color flowing deep within his eyes receded quietly like the tide, disappearing entirely into the depths of his meridians.

After a night of quiet cultivation, the proficiency of the Pure Yang Limitless Skill increased by tens of thousands. The dark golden vortex in his dantian slowly rotated, appearing more solid and robust than yesterday.

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

I got up and stretched my neck and shoulder joints, and my joints made a series of soft cracking sounds.

Pushing open the door and stepping into the courtyard, the sky was already bright. The dry air unique to the capital of Western Xia, mixed with the faint noise from the distant market, rushed towards me.

He walked to the door of the main room and knocked on the wooden door three times, neither too hard nor too soft.

"Time to get up."

There was a moment of silence inside, followed by the rustling sound of clothes being put on.

A moment later, the door was opened, and Wu Xingyun was already dressed. A large bamboo hat hung on her arm, revealing her tender but expressionless face.

She glanced at Wu Feng, her eyes clear and lucid, showing no signs of sleepiness.

The two returned to the table in the main room and sat down.

Wu Feng summoned the waiter on duty outside the courtyard and ordered some simple breakfast: two bowls of goat milk, a few flatbreads sprinkled with sesame seeds, a dish of pickled shallots, and two small dishes of thinly sliced ​​braised mutton.

The food was served quickly, and the steam, mixed with the aroma of milk and caramel, filled the room.

Wu Feng broke open a flatbread, stuffed some shallots and mutton inside, and took a bite.

The crust is crispy, the inside is soft, the mutton is savory, and the wild onions are slightly sour and refreshing, which is quite in line with the rugged and honest flavor of this border region.

He chewed on his biscuit, glanced up at Wu Xingyun across from him who was sipping goat's milk, and spoke casually:

"Did you sleep well last night? Did you... think about anything? Like where your home is, or anything else?"

Wu Xingyun paused slightly in the hand holding the ceramic bowl, her thick eyelashes drooping, obscuring the fleeting glint in her eyes.

She put down her bowl and answered in her childish yet calm voice, "No. I still can't remember anything."

Her tone was completely unresponsive, like that of a little girl with a blank memory.

Wu Feng grunted and nodded, then didn't ask any further questions.

He picked up his bowl of goat milk and took a big gulp. The warm liquid slid down his throat, carrying a faint fishy and milky aroma.

After swallowing, he spoke again, "I have some business to attend to in the city today, and I might be back late. You should stay in this courtyard and not go out. After all, this is Western Xia territory, a place where all sorts of people mingle, and you're just a child; you could easily get into trouble."

Wu Xingyun looked up at him, his reflection shimmering in his clear black and white eyes.

She gave a soft "Mmm," her voice low but carrying a seriousness beyond her years: "I understand. I'll practice diligently here... Don't worry."

She hesitated slightly when she said the word "practice," but quickly recovered.

Wu Feng seemed oblivious, simply nodding: "That's good. Just tell the waiter if you need anything, I've left some money at the counter."

He paused, then added, "If anything happens, go to the next room. I left a note on the table."

This was meant to give each other a way out, and it also showed that he knew Wu Xingyun was not entirely defenseless.

Upon hearing this, a very subtle ripple flashed in Wu Xingyun's eyes, but he quickly returned to calm.

She didn't say anything, she just nodded again.

The two said no more and silently finished the rest of their breakfast.

Wu Xingyun ate quickly, but his demeanor still carried that composure ingrained in his bones, incongruous with his youthful appearance.

Wu Feng stuffed the last bite of the biscuit into his mouth, drank the last bit of goat milk from the bottom of the bowl, and then wiped his hands with a cloth.

She watched as Wu Xingyun walked back to the main room with her bamboo hat, the door gently closing behind her.

Wu Feng stood there for a moment, then turned around and went back to his room.

As he closed the door, a thought crossed his mind, and the unassuming dark blue martial arts outfit he was wearing was instantly replaced with a set of leather armor—the Yipintang standard leather armor he had previously seized from those Yipintang players from Xixia.

The leather armor was of ordinary quality, with a ferocious wolf head emblem embroidered on the left breast, the edges of which were somewhat worn.

He then took out the black iron centurion badge from his backpack and hung it conspicuously on his waist.

Finally, he pulled down a leather hat, also from the spoils of war, with slightly frayed edges, the brim casting a shadow that perfectly covered half of his face.

Looking at himself in the mirror, the person in the mirror was dressed as a low-ranking officer of the Western Xia Dynasty. He had a restrained demeanor and was inconspicuous. He would not have been noticed by anyone in a crowd.

Wu Feng narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, pushed open the back window, and flipped out as lightly as a raccoon, landing silently.

With a few leaps, they passed through the gap in the low wall behind the inn and blended into the gradually bustling streets and alleys outside.

After taking a detour, I turned towards the Yipintang headquarters, which is located slightly west of the city center.

The closer you get to Yipintang, the more uniform the outfits of the pedestrians on the street become.

There was a noticeable increase in players and NPCs wearing various leather armors and the Yipintang emblem. They were either walking in a hurry or chatting in small groups.

Wu Feng's centurion attire wasn't particularly conspicuous, but the black iron badge at his waist still attracted some subtle glances—mostly scrutiny and assessment, but no one stepped forward to question or stop him.

The headquarters of Yipintang is a sprawling mansion-style building with high walls and deep courtyards. The vermilion gate is wide open, and four armored guards with halberds and cold expressions stand in front of the gate.

Above the door hangs a black plaque with gold lettering: “Yipintang”. The three large characters are written in bold, powerful strokes, exuding a sinister aura.

People were constantly coming and going, including players and NPCs, all in a hurry.

Wu Feng pulled down the brim of his hat, stepped onto the stone steps, and walked straight into the doorway without looking to the side.

The guard's gaze swept over his waist badge, but he did not stop him.

Crossing the threshold, one enters a spacious training ground paved with bluestone and surrounded by weapon racks. Several teams are currently practicing, with shouts and the clanging of weapons filling the air.

Behind the training ground are several interconnected buildings and halls, with flying eaves and bracket sets, exuding an imposing aura.

After a quick assessment, he headed toward a hall on the east side where the crowds were relatively dense.

Seeing the wooden sign that read "Mission Hall" hanging above the door, Wu Feng followed the others inside.

The mission hall was even noisier inside than outside.

A long wooden counter stood on the inner side of the hall, behind which sat several clerks responsible for registering and issuing tasks. The counter was crowded with people, mostly players, but also a few NPCs, all vying to see the task plaques hanging on the wooden board behind the counter, some whispering and others asking questions loudly.

Wu Feng squeezed to the outer edge of the crowd and looked up.

There are only a dozen or so task signs left hanging on the wooden board.

His gaze swept quickly across the area, and his brows furrowed slightly.

[Collecting Food (Long-Term): Submitting ten whole pieces of meat earns 1 contribution point. Submitting over 1000 pieces grants additional contribution points.]

[Small-scale Extermination of Sand Bandits: Sand bandits are entrenched in Black Sand Ridge, eighty li west of the city. Kill their leader, "One-Eyed Sand Wolf," and retrieve his token. Reward: 50 Contribution Points, 20 Silver.]

【Cargo Escort (Daily): Escort a caravan to the post station 30 li north of the city. Reward: 10 Contribution Points.】

[Collecting Medicinal Herbs (Long-Term): Submit whole snow lotus, ephedra, licorice, etc. Contributions will be awarded based on quality.]...

All the tasks are small, trivial, time-consuming, and offer meager rewards.

The task of collecting provisions was long-term and involved a large amount of supplies, but the contribution exchange rate was pitifully low.

As for suppressing bandits and escorting goods, those are simply a waste of his time now.

"It seems that what Yipintang usually releases are these kinds of jobs for low-level employees to make contributions." Wu Feng was somewhat speechless.