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In the real world, he quickly finished his dinner, washed up and rested for a while, and then logged back in.

In-game time, it was already past 9 PM.

In the ancient world, at this time most people would have already gone to bed, and the city would be silent.

Wu Feng changed into a set of jet-black night clothes, pulled up a mask covering his mouth and nose, revealing only a pair of calm eyes.

He concealed his aura to the extreme, and the perfected effect of "Harmony with Light and Dust" made him appear like a melting shadow in the darkness.

Gently pushing open the back window, she silently flipped out like a raccoon dog, and in a few leaps she was far away from the inn, disappearing into the sparse lights and deep darkness of Xingqing Prefecture at night.

The outline of the Western Xia imperial palace appeared majestic and imposing in the night.

High walls, arrow towers, and the shadows cast by lanterns carried by patrolling soldiers outline the forbidden area.

Wu Feng observed from a distance for a moment.

The main gate and main passageways of the palace were heavily guarded, with armored soldiers standing in rows.

However, the palace covers a vast area with long walls, which inevitably leave some areas unreachable.

For him, the gaps in these ordinary soldiers' patrols and blind spots were enough to be exploited.

He chose a spot on the palace wall that was far from the palace gates and close to a secluded garden.

The wall is about three zhang high, built of blue bricks, and is smooth and steep.

With a light breath and a light body, the toes lightly touch the wall, and with the help of the Cloud Ladder Leap, the person climbs up the wall silently like a gecko, lowers their body, and quickly scans the inside of the wall.

Inside the walls was a relatively quiet garden, dotted with artificial hills and trees, with the light and shadow of patrolling lanterns moving slowly in the distance.

Having discerned the direction, he drifted down like a falling leaf, landing silently. Then, using the shadows of the garden as cover, he stealthily made his way towards the core area where the palaces of his memory were most densely packed and where the royal family might have resided.

They dodged several patrol teams and passed through several palaces.

The closer you get to the inner palace, the less densely guarded it seems, but the atmosphere becomes even more tranquil and secluded.

After wandering around, we finally arrived near an exceptionally exquisite and magnificent palace complex. Judging from its location and architectural specifications, this was likely the residence of the imperial concubines, and Li Qiushui's bedroom should be located within it.

He crept up to the roof of a nearby, higher side hall, lay prone in the shadow of the eaves, held his breath, and strained his hearing to its limit.

The faint sounds of palace maids talking softly could be heard from below; they were either on night duty or doing the final cleaning.

"...Her Majesty the Empress has been resting early these past few days and has instructed that she should not be disturbed."

"Yes, even the daily greetings have been suspended, saying that the Empress is unwell."

"Shh, keep your voice down... I heard that Her Majesty seems to cough at night. The imperial physician came to see her and prescribed some calming medicine."

"Let's just do our job and not say anything more."

A few fragmented sentences drifted into my ears.

Wu Feng's heart stirred slightly: claiming illness, avoiding seeing outsiders, and having little activity at night... these signs, combined with his understanding of the plot, made him even more certain—Li Qiushui was very likely not in the palace!

To avoid arousing suspicion, she likely arranged for a body double or created the illusion of being ill and recuperating in some way.

This is a golden opportunity.

With Li Qiushui absent, the core defensive force of the Western Xia Imperial Palace is essentially vacant.

The ordinary guards and palace maids had no idea of ​​the existence of such a master as him.

A glint of light flashed in Wu Feng's eyes.

Without further hesitation, he slid silently down from the roof, like a true ghost, making his way silently toward the Queen's palace.

The night was as dark as ink that could not be dissolved.

Wu Feng lay in the shadow of Li Qiushui's palace roof, suppressing his breathing to almost nothing.

After achieving the Great Perfection of "Harmony with the World," this level of concealment had long become instinctive.

Its very presence blends into the surrounding darkness and silence.

The palace below was bathed in dim light, and the window paper was shimmering with light.

He listened intently for a moment, but there was no one in the corridor; the palace maids on duty seemed to have been sent away.

The entire palace was unusually quiet; even in the Empress's bedroom, there wasn't a single eunuch on night watch.

He gently lifted a tile, the gap just wide enough for a glimpse of the view.

The interior was luxuriously furnished, yet empty.

The gauze curtains hung down, vaguely revealing the outline of a human figure sitting cross-legged on the couch, seemingly practicing internal energy cultivation.

His breathing was long and steady, carrying a familiar internal energy fluctuation—the Lesser Formless Skill.

Wu Feng's brows twitched slightly. He had learned and practiced the Lesser Formless Skill, and was extremely familiar with the frequency of the true energy in this skill.

But this aura... is too weak.

Even through the gauze curtain, he could sense that the other party's internal strength was not weak; in the martial arts world, it would be considered second-rate.

However, compared to the profound depth that a top master like Li Qiushui should possess, it is far inferior.

Moreover, he was so close that he had been lurking and spying for more than just a moment.

The other party was completely unaware, so it must not be Li Qiushui.

The moment he made his judgment, Wu Feng had already made his decision.

He no longer concealed himself, pressed one hand against the window frame, and released his inner force, causing the latch to break silently.

In the next instant, he tumbled into the hall like a night falcon, landing so quickly that the friction between his shoes and the ground was barely audible.

"who!"

The figure inside the gauze curtain suddenly stiffened, reacting extremely quickly. With his right hand reaching towards the edge of the bed, a cold glint appeared, and a long, narrow curved knife was already in his hand.

The blade cut through the wind, slashing down swiftly and viciously along the open window.

Wu Feng sidestepped the blade, extended his left hand, and precisely gripped the wrist of the opponent holding the knife.

With a slight release of internal energy, the woman groaned, her fingers went numb, and the curved knife slipped from her hand.

Only now could he see the other person's face clearly.

[Liu'er, Li Qiushui's Personal Maid (Level 38, Second-Rate Martial Artist)]

He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with sharp features, dressed in a lotus-colored palace gown, and with a jade pendant hanging from his waist. He was a close personal attendant.

Although he was restrained at this moment, his eyes showed no fear, but rather a fierce ruthlessness.

Li Qiushui's personal maid.

The feeling of unease in Wu Feng's heart finally subsided.

It's fine as long as it's not the main person.

"Where did this little thief come from, you're asking for death!" the maid shouted fiercely. Ignoring her wrists which were being held, she slammed her right elbow into his chest like a spear, while simultaneously unleashing a series of powerful kicks.

Wu Feng stepped back to deflect the elbow strike, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his body had already drifted back three feet.

Taking advantage of the moment, the maid broke free from the restraints and drew another short blade from her waist. The two blades crossed, their flashes forming a net that descended upon her.

Interesting. Wu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

This maid's strength was genuinely at the mid-level of second-rate.

He possesses a solid foundation in internal strength and ruthless, experienced swordsmanship.

Li Qiushui's personal confidant was indeed not just for show.

But that's where we end it.

Wu Feng stopped probing.

The pure Yang energy within his body circulated, and his right palm rose, instantly merging the Yin and Yang energies in his palm, unleashing a powerful strike.

The palm strike, though powerful, contained a subtle, penetrating force that pierced through the gaps in the blade net and landed firmly on the maid's left shoulder.

With a muffled "bang," the protective inner energy dissipated.

The maid grunted, staggered backward, and knocked over a candlestick behind her.

She gritted her teeth and tried to get up, but Wu Feng had already followed her closely and pressed his fingers like lightning, striking three major acupoints on her chest, shoulders, and neck.

The maid's body went limp, but her eyes still glared fiercely at him, her lips moving as if she were about to shout.

Wu Feng casually picked up a dust-wiping handkerchief from the table, crumpled it up, and stuffed it into her mouth.

He then untied a belt from his waist and tied her hands behind her back, binding them tightly.

The movements were swift and decisive, taking only a few breaths from start to finish.

He picked up the limp person and placed him in the shadows of the corner, treating him like a temporarily stored object.

Only then did they begin to examine the bedroom.

The furnishings were extremely luxurious, with sandalwood furniture, jade-carved screens, and lingering incense in the Boshan censer.

He opened the cabinet door, turned over the dressing case, and checked the hidden compartments under the pillow, the mattress, and even the footrest.

Several boxes of gold, silver and valuables were collected, and the boxes were piled high with pearl hairpins and jade bracelets.

But there were no martial arts manuals. Not even a single piece of paper with writing on it.