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His proficiency in palm techniques has increased significantly.

Time slipped away unnoticed amidst the tireless grinding of monsters.

Wu Feng was completely immersed in this highly efficient pace of improvement.

Every subtle improvement in palm technique, every jump in proficiency, and the constant accumulation of materials in the backpack bring a real sense of fulfillment.

He even began to try to combine the "Tianshan Six Yang Palms" with the "Lingbo Weibu" more closely.

Every turn and shift in footwork naturally connects to the beginning, exertion, and ending of the palm technique.

His movements were as swift as the wind and as fast as lightning, his palm shadows as swift as clouds and mist, as he weaved through the monsters, and wherever he went, the monsters fell to the ground.

This smooth combat experience deepened his understanding of the two martial arts.

In particular, with the continuous high-intensity use of "Lingbo Weibu", the footwork has become more and more smooth and free. Many subtle changes that were previously unnoticed are now understood intuitively.

[Lingbo Weibu Proficiency +276]

[Lingbo Weibu Proficiency +276]

His proficiency in light-body skills is also steadily increasing. Although it's slower than palm techniques, it's more consistent.

[System Notification: Congratulations! Your "Tianshan Six Yang Palms" has broken through to the Lesser Completion stage! Internal Strength +120, Constitution +80, True Qi control precision significantly improved, Yin-Yang palm force conversion speed accelerated, palm force penetration enhanced, and the restraining effect on Yin-cold and flexible protective techniques slightly improved. Internal strength consumption when using palm techniques reduced by 10%.]

As the setting sun painted the horizon orange-red and the light in the valley began to dim, Wu Fenggang had just finished clearing out a flock of vultures (level 35).

[System Notification: Congratulations! Your "Lingbo Weibu" has broken through to the Perfect Realm! Agility +90, Constitution +45, Movement Speed ​​increased by 60%, your figure is as elusive as a ghost, walking on air as if on flat ground, High-intensity movement internal energy consumption reduced by 50%, and your ability to predict and dodge attacks in combat is significantly enhanced. The probability and duration of the "Afterimage Confusion" effect have increased. The footwork and internal energy cultivation method are more closely integrated, allowing you to naturally recover a small amount of internal energy while moving.]

The Tianshan Six Yang Palm, at the Lesser Completion stage, exhibits more refined Yin-Yang transformations in its palm power, with the shift between hardness and softness almost instantaneous. The penetrating power and coverage of the palm strike are significantly enhanced.

More importantly, he gained a deeper understanding of the "intention" behind this palm technique, which is a martial arts philosophy that harnesses yin and yang and combines strength and gentleness, no longer limited to the fixed six moves.

The Lingbo Weibu at its perfect level has more variations and lower energy consumption.

Within short distances, it can even use its own momentum to perform some almost illogical turning maneuvers, moving through complex terrain as if walking on flat ground.

Wu Feng stood still, carefully experiencing the changes brought about by the improvement of these two martial arts.

The flow of true qi within the body seemed to have become smoother, and the control over the body became more precise.

He looked at his backpack. There were already more than two thousand portions of meat, some other materials, and over ten thousand copper coins.

The afternoon's harvest was quite substantial.

"It's time to go back." He glanced at the sky; the sun had already sunk most of the way down, and the valley was shrouded in deep shadows.

Using his lightness skill, he flew back the way he came.

Now that Lingbo Weibu has reached perfection, his speed is 30% faster than when he came. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he has already left the valley and arrived at the wasteland.

Looking back at the inconspicuous entrance to the valley, Wu Feng lowered his hat and headed towards Xingqing Prefecture, increasing his speed to the maximum. His figure was like a pale blue arrow, slicing across the desolate wilderness in the twilight.

The soldiers checking people at the city gate had been replaced, but they remained lax.

Wu Feng entered the city smoothly, walked through the streets where lanterns were gradually being lit, and returned to Shunlai Inn.

Without alerting anyone, he climbed through the back window into the courtyard and quietly returned to his room.

Lock the door and light the oil lamp.

In the dim light, he first changed into clean clothes.

The Lesser Mastery of the Tianshan Six Yang Palms, the Greater Mastery of the Lingbo Steps.

Combined with the already mastered "Pure Yang Limitless Skill" and the perfected "Harmony with Light and Dust".

His current combat skills have improved to a new level compared to when he left the Wudang Sect.

"Tomorrow, I'll take some to complete the quest. Then... I need to figure out how to get some quests with higher contribution points. Just farming monsters for meat is too slow."

After checking the mountain of loot in his backpack, Wu Feng rubbed his slightly sore temples.

The results of an afternoon of monster hunting were indeed impressive, but the resulting shortage of storage space was a real problem.

He got up, pushed open the door to the side room, and walked into the courtyard.

Night had fallen, and faint sounds of commotion could still be heard coming from the direction of the inn's main building.

He glanced toward the main room; a dim yellow light shone through the paper windows, indicating that Wu Xingyun was probably still awake.

After a moment's hesitation, he walked to the courtyard gate and called over the waiter on duty.

"Get some dishes and bring them to the courtyard. Be quick." He took out a piece of silver and handed it over. "Also, warm a pot of wine."

"Alright! Please wait a moment, sir, it'll be right there!" The waiter took the silver, a smile plastered on his face, and dashed off to the front of the hall.

Wu Feng sat down at the stone table. A cool evening breeze blew by, and the clumps of short bamboo in the courtyard rustled.

He sat quietly, his mind racing as he tallied up his afternoon's haul: over two thousand portions of various meats, tens of thousands of copper coins, dozens of taels of loose silver, and a pile of miscellaneous materials that filled almost half of his backpack.

If we don't get rid of these things as soon as possible, we'll be restricted in our actions, whether we continue to fight monsters or do anything else.

"I need to convert it into cash or spend it as soon as possible," he thought to himself.

Footsteps approached, and the waiter quickly entered the courtyard carrying a large wooden tray, followed by a servant carrying a food box and a wine pot.

The two men deftly placed several small dishes, two large bowls of rice, and a pot of warm wine on the stone table, then bowed and withdrew.

The menu is simple: a plate of evenly sliced ​​braised beef, a dish of bright green and glossy stir-fried vegetables, a bowl of steaming hot mutton and radish soup, and a dish of locally made baked flatbread slices.

The aroma wafted out with the steam.

Wu Feng got up, walked to the door of the main room, and knocked: "Come out and get something to eat."

There was a moment of silence inside, then the door was opened.

Wu Xingyun had taken off her straw hat, changed into a clean set of coarse cloth clothes, and combed her hair again. Her face looked pale under the lamplight, but her eyes were clear.

She glanced at the food on the stone table, said nothing, and silently walked to the opposite side and sat down.

Wu Feng ladled a bowl of soup for her, pushed it over, and then picked up his own bowl and took a big gulp.

The warm soup slid down my esophagus, carrying the sweetness of mutton and the refreshing coolness of radish, dispelling the slight chill of the night.

The two ate their meal in silence.

Wu Xingyun ate attentively and slowly, but her movements were not rude; in fact, she displayed a table manners that seemed out of place for her age.

She first drank a few sips of soup to warm her stomach, then ate small bites of braised beef and vegetables, occasionally breaking off a piece of toasted bread and chewing it slowly with the soup.

Wu Feng ate quickly, and while eating, he kept glancing at the girl opposite him out of the corner of his eye.

After spending a few days together, a strange tacit understanding developed between the two: they would not inquire about each other's backgrounds or purposes, and would maintain a superficially calm professional relationship.

That's good, it saves a lot of trouble.

After finishing a large bowl of soup, roasted naan, and mutton, Wu Feng put down his chopsticks, feeling that his hunger had been fully restored and his body had warmed up.

He picked up the wine pot, poured himself half a cup of warm wine, and took a sip.

The liquor is spicy, with a unique intensity characteristic of the frontier region. It burns upon entering the throat, then quickly transforms into a warm sensation.

He glanced at Wu Xingyun, who was still taking small bites of food, then downed the remaining wine in his cup in one gulp, stood up, and said, "I'm going back to my room. You should get some rest too."

Wu Xingyun paused slightly as he chewed, then looked up at him.

In the dim light, her clear black and white eyes showed little emotion; she simply gave a soft "hmm" in response before continuing to eat.

Wu Feng didn't expect her to react in any way.

Wu Feng turned around and walked back to the side room, closed the door behind him, and bolted it shut.

He sat down at the table, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the rough wooden surface.