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Just then, the waiter started serving the dishes.

Steaming hot dishes filled the table, their aroma irresistible.

He picked up his chopsticks, no longer thinking about the distractions in the game, and focused on the food in front of him.

The shredded pork with green peppers is savory and slightly spicy, making it a great accompaniment to rice. The Mapo Tofu is spicy and flavorful, with tender tofu. The hot and sour shredded potatoes are refreshing and appetizing. With rice, it's devoured in no time, leaving a slight sheen of sweat on the forehead.

Finally, I finished a large bowl of tomato and egg soup, and the feeling of fullness dispelled both mental and physical fatigue.

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

The cool night breeze brushed against my face as I walked slowly, letting the food in my stomach digest, but my thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the game.

Back in my room, I took a hot shower, changed into clean pajamas, and felt much refreshed.

I lay back down in that familiar gaming pod.

The hatch closed, and consciousness sank.

In the game world, in a private room at Shunlai Inn.

The oil lamp had long since burned out, and the room was pitch black.

The in-game time shows that it has just passed midnight.

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

The mental techniques of "Pure Yang Limitless Skill" flow naturally.

The pure Yang energy at the Great Completion Realm is as vast as the ocean, surging and circulating through the meridians with astonishing efficiency.

A golden-red vortex rumbled and spun in the dantian. With each cycle, the true qi became more solid, and the supreme yang and pure essence became increasingly profound and vast.

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +276]

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +276]

A pale gold notification pulsed rhythmically at the edge of consciousness.

Completely immersed in cultivation, he forgot about time.

The internal energy flows like the Yangtze River, repeatedly washing over and widening the meridians, nourishing the flesh, bones, and muscles.

The miniature sun burned quietly in his dantian, radiating boundless light and heat.

The sky outside the window changed from deep black to dark blue, and then gradually turned grayish-white.

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 appeared in his eyes, quickly concealed.

He exhaled a long, hot breath, which condensed into a straight white streak in the cool morning air, with faint golden-red hues visible within it, before dissipating after a few breaths.

I glanced at the skill bar:

【Pure Yang Limitless Skill (Great Completion 552000/800000)】

After a night of intensive training, his proficiency increased by more than 100,000, bringing the total to 552,000.

There is still a gap of about 250,000 before reaching the perfect state.

At this rate, it will take at most two or three more days to break through.

He got up, stretched his limbs, and felt his internal energy surging and his spirits high.

I pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.

Daylight had already broken, and the dry, characteristic air of the Western Xia capital filled the air. He headed straight for the main building of the inn.

The innkeeper was standing behind the counter fiddling with his abacus when he saw Wu Feng enter. He quickly looked up, a smile plastered on his face: "Good morning, sir. Would you like breakfast?"

"No rush." ​​Wu Feng walked to the counter and tapped his finger on the surface. "I'd like to ask about the price for the small courtyard I live in if I rent it long-term?"

The innkeeper's eyes lit up, and he quickly put down his abacus, saying enthusiastically, "Sir, are you planning to stay for an extended period? No problem! If it's charged by the day, the courtyard is five taels of silver per day. If you stay for seven days, it'll be three taels of silver per day. And if you could stay for a month…" He paused, held up two fingers, then lowered one, "...only one tael of silver per day!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Feng quickly began to calculate in his mind.

Five taels a day, that's one hundred and fifty taels a month.

A one-month long-term rental costs only thirty taels.

The price difference was as high as 120 taels, which is equivalent to nearly 170,000 in real currency.

"Okay." He nodded without hesitation, took out his money pouch from his pocket, counted out twenty taels of silver, and placed it on the counter. "I paid ten taels before, so I'll pay the remaining twenty taels. I'll stay for a month."

The shopkeeper beamed, quickly took the silver, weighed it in his hand, and swiftly stuffed it into a drawer. He then took out an account book and wrote it down: "Alright! You're so generous, sir! Rest assured, the meal will be arranged perfectly for you! Please let me know if you need anything!"

These long-term, high-spending clients are stable and have strong purchasing power, so he naturally wants them to stay as long as possible.

Just by making a few meals a day, you can earn a lot, not to mention that you don't lose money on the room fees themselves.

Wu Feng grunted in response, said nothing more, and turned to walk back to the backyard.

He arrived at the courtyard; the main house door was closed. He stepped forward and knocked: "Breakfast is ready."

A moment later, the door was opened.

Wu Xingyun was already dressed and holding a bamboo hat in her hand. Her face was still expressionless, but her complexion was slightly better than yesterday.

She glanced at Wu Feng, then silently walked to the stone table and sat down.

Wu Feng called over the waiter and ordered breakfast: two bowls of mutton offal soup, several freshly baked naan breads, a dish of pickled vegetables, and a few boiled eggs. The food was served quickly.

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.

The two ate in silence.

After finishing the last bite of his naan bread, Wu Feng put down his bowl and looked at Wu Xingyun: "I have to go out on some errands today and may be back late. You stay in this courtyard and don't go out."

His tone was calm, but carried an undeniable air of authority.

Wu Xingyun raised his eyes, his clear black and white pupils looking at him, and nodded gently: "I understand. I will practice my skills here."

Wu Feng glanced at her, said nothing more, and simply nodded.

Their relationship is currently stable; she doesn't interfere with his work, and he provides basic safety and lodging, with both of them tacitly understanding each other. That's enough.

"I'm leaving." He stood up, pulled down his straw hat, and turned to walk out of the courtyard.

Wu Xingyun sat on the stone bench, watching his figure disappear outside the courtyard gate. After a long while, he withdrew his gaze, picked up the slightly cooled mutton offal soup, drank it in small sips, then got up and walked back to the main room, gently closing the door.

After leaving the inn, Wu Feng first wandered around the city, finding several large general stores and material buyers to sell off the odds and ends in his backpack, such as "tough pigskin," "wild boar tusks," and "poisonous scorpion tail hooks," in batches.

These items weren't expensive individually, but they were plentiful. After a round of shopping, I earned over ten taels of silver and several thousand copper coins, which made my backpack feel much lighter.

"I'll hand in the remaining pieces of meat to Yipintang to complete the mission," he thought to himself as he headed towards Yipintang's headquarters in the west of the city.

Stepping into the headquarters of Yipintang again, the mission hall was still bustling with activity.

Wu Feng squeezed to the front of the counter, his gaze sweeping over the task plaques hanging on the wooden board, and he couldn't help but curl his lip.

The tasks are still the same old trivial ones: collect a certain number of certain materials, escort a caravan to a certain place, wipe out a small group of bandits... The rewards are mostly a few to a few dozen contribution points, plus a small amount of silver.

For ordinary lower-level members, this is a stable source of contribution, but for Wu Feng, who wants to get promoted quickly, it is too inefficient.

"They're treating their members like cheap labor," he thought to himself.

The daily task system of Yipintang is clearly designed to make lower-level players exchange time and repetitive labor for meager rewards. The really good tasks have probably already been taken by people with connections, or they simply won't be posted here at all.

He shook his head, stopped looking at the mission plaques, and turned to walk towards the corridor at the back of the mission hall.

Turn right at the end of the corridor, and sure enough, there is a room with a sign that reads "Department of Examinations and Merits".

The room was small, and inside sat a middle-aged clerk with an expressionless face, writing something at his desk.

Wu Feng went inside and placed the wooden waist tag from his waist on the table.

"How much contribution is required for a promotion?" he asked directly.

The clerk glanced up at him, then looked at the waist badge, took out a booklet from the drawer, opened it, and read aloud: "To be promoted from an ordinary member to 'Decadre,' one needs to accumulate 500 contribution points and have no bad records. To be promoted to 'Centurion,' one needs to accumulate 5,000 contribution points, or make corresponding contributions, and be approved by a superior."