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He looked down at the densely packed new entries in the skills bar.

Shaolin, Qingcheng, Five Tigers Sect, Hai Sha Gang, Jiangbei Beggars' Sect Branch, Fuhu Temple, Iron Sword Sect...

They're all second-rate from various factions.

There are no unique martial arts techniques or internal energy cultivation methods of the sect.

They're all well-known figures in the martial arts world, but none of them are top-tier.

He thought to himself, "Li Qiushui has gathered so many people; she must have killed quite a few disciples from various sects."

Or perhaps, the First-Class Hall killed many disciples from various sects.

He pushed the stack of empty books to the corner of the table and picked up the incomplete copy of "Xiao Wu Xiang Gong" (The Lesser Formless Skill). He opened it.

The small print on the title page, "When falsehood is taken for truth, even truth becomes falsehood," caught my eye again.

Turn the page and look at the annotations.

Li Qiushui's calligraphy, at first glance, appears delicate and graceful, but upon closer inspection, each stroke reveals an unrestrained sharpness.

She wrote, "The Murong clan has changed with the times, and is now merely a facade."

The key to leveraging external resources lies in understanding their essence, not their form.

The phrase "The formless one is neither attached to anything nor tolerates anything" is written.

The arrogance between the lines is so palpable, it's almost piercing even through the paper.

Wu Feng read a few pages and then closed the book.

It's not just about the methods of circulating energy, but also the insights into energy circulation, key points of change, and the rhythm of true energy mobilization in actual combat hidden in those annotations.

He closed his eyes to process the information for a few breaths, and then opened them again.

He had previously learned the complete "Xiao Wuxiang Gong" at Langhuan Paradise in Dali, but he only saw the basic movement path. Now he has completed the understanding of the principles of Xiao Wuxiang Gong.

The notes and comments accompanying this fragment actually filled in some details he had previously overlooked.

The pile of junk was still on the table.

Elixirs, equipment, jewelry, calligraphy and paintings, silver, guqin and jade flute

He frowned as he stuffed everything into his backpack.

The grid is tight. But this thing is difficult to deal with right now.

Wu Feng exhaled, got up, walked to the bedside, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

The mental techniques of "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" circulate naturally within the body.

The warm current of pure Yang true energy at the Great Completion Realm.

At this moment, it flows slowly in the dantian, each rotation bringing with it immense heat, surging along the meridians to the limbs and bones.

True Qi is like molten iron, but it will not burn the meridians.

He was familiar with this feeling, like having a miniature sun inside his body.

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +276]

The notification pops up steadily at the edge of the field of vision, in small, pale gold text, and disappears in a flash.

He didn't count how many times he jumped.

Simply immerse yourself in that process, letting your true energy wash over your meridians again and again, widening, solidifying, and widening them once more.

The faint sound of the night watchman's clapper could be heard outside the window; it was one quarter past midnight.

The true energy completed another major cycle. The dark gold color in the dantian deepened further.

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +276]

……

When the clapper sounded again, it was already three-quarters past the hour of Chou (1-3 AM).

He opened his eyes once in the middle, took out some dry biscuits from his backpack, swallowed them with the cooled tea on the table, and his hunger level returned to a safe level before he closed his eyes again.

True energy flows continuously.

Yin hour (3-5 AM). Mao hour (5-7 AM).

The window paper changed from dark black to deep blue, then revealed a grayish-white hue.

In the distance, the faint crowing of roosters could be heard, carried over several courtyards, the sound muffled.

Wu Feng slowly finished his practice and opened his eyes.

The golden-red hue in his eyes receded like the tide, sinking deep into his eyes.

He exhaled a breath of stale air. The breath was scorching hot, condensing into a straight white streak in the cool morning air, shooting nearly three feet before slowly dissipating.

I glanced at the skill bar.

【Pure Yang Limitless Skill (Great Completion 651000/800000)】

Last night before bed, it was 552,000. Overnight, it increased by 99,000.

150,000 short of perfection.

He moved his neck, and his joints made a slight cracking sound.

My body was filled with abundant and surging internal energy. Sitting for a whole night brought me no fatigue at all; on the contrary, it felt like I had slept through the night.

I got up and pushed open the door.

The air in the courtyard was dry, carrying the distinctive smell of the Western Xia capital, a mixture of sand and animal odors.

As dawn broke, smoke began to rise from the main building of the inn under the grey-blue sky.

He walked to the courtyard gate and called out towards the front hall, "Waiter."

Quick footsteps sounded, and a young waiter jogged over, a smile plastered on his face: "Sir, what would you like for breakfast this morning?"

"Breakfast for two. Lamb offal soup, baked flatbread, hot. A dish of pickled vegetables, and two eggs." Wu Feng paused, "Bring it to the yard."

"Alright! I'll bring it to you right away!" The waiter dashed back in a flash.

Wu Feng turned around and walked to the door of the main room.

The door was closed, and there was no sound from inside.

He raised his hand and knocked three times on the wooden door.

Knock knock knock.

"Come out for breakfast."

There was a brief silence inside, followed by the rustling sound of clothes being put on, and then footsteps.

The door was pulled open.

Wu Xingyun stood in the doorway, already dressed.

She was still wearing the same light blue cross-collar ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), and her hair had been recombed, looking neater than yesterday.

She looked up at him.

Just one glance.

Then something flickered in her overly calm eyes.

She didn't speak. But Wu Feng could sense that her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer.

He neither evaded the question nor offered an explanation.

He turned and walked towards the stone table.

Wu Xingyun followed behind him, her steps very light.

The two sat down on the stone bench.

The waiter was quick; the tray had already been brought into the courtyard.

The mutton offal soup was steaming hot, the flatbread was golden brown, the pickled vegetables were finely chopped, and the hard-boiled eggs were still piping hot.

Wu Feng broke the flatbread in half, added a few bites of pickled vegetables and mutton, and handed it over.

Wu Xingyun took it and ate it in small bites.

She ate slowly, but her demeanor still carried that composure ingrained in her very being.

After swallowing a bite of biscuit, she looked up again and quickly glanced at Wu Feng.

The aura has become slightly stronger.

She lowered her head and took a sip of soup.

She didn't ask, and Wu Feng didn't say anything.

The two finished their breakfast in silence.

Wu Feng put down his bowl and wiped his hands with a cloth from the table.

"I'm going out now." He said casually, as if he were just saying the weather was nice today. "You stay here and enjoy yourself."

Wu Xingyun looked up at him and nodded.

Then he got up, turned around, and walked back to the main room.

The door closed gently behind her.

Wu Feng sat on the stone bench and took another sip of tea that had gone cold. He put down the bowl and stood up.

I went straight out of the courtyard, through the inn's lobby, and onto the street.

The checks at the city gate remained as lax as ever.

The city guards glanced at his attire and lazily waved him through.

Once outside the city gate, he pushed off with his feet.

The "Lingbo Weibu" technique unfolded, and his figure transformed into a pale blue streak, rushing towards the valley in the northeast.

There were few people on the desolate plain in the early morning.

Occasionally, a few early-morning caravans would catch a glimpse of a shadow passing by the roadside in the distance, but before they could see it clearly, the shadow would disappear.

It's the same valley as yesterday.

The entrance is narrow, with exposed rock walls on both sides, and the wind blowing in makes a whistling echo.

A new band of bandits had appeared at the bottom of the valley—seven or eight men, some dozing against the rocks, others making a fire to cook something, and several inferior horses tied to dead trees.

Wu Feng did not stop his footsteps.

The soles of the boots made a clear rustling sound as they stepped on the gravel.

The bandits became alert. One of the outermost bandits, with a thick beard, looked up and immediately saw the approaching dark blue figure. He grabbed the curved knife beside him.

"Damn it, there are people going to their deaths this early in the morning—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Wu Feng had already reached him.

Raise your right palm, and the yin and yang energies in your palm will flow instantly.

Highbrow and elegant.

The palm struck the bearded man's chest with a powerful yet subtly penetrating force.

The man groaned, and flew through the air along with his knife, crashing into the rock wall before sliding down and falling silent.

A white light rose from his body, leaving behind a few pieces of flesh and a few copper coins.

[Tianshan Six Yang Palm Proficiency +276]

Wu Feng didn't see the fall; his figure had already slid to the next target.

With a slight thought, he pointed his fingers like a sword.

fingering.

He had never practiced the Iron Finger Technique.

The energy channels and meridian pathways that the system has instilled into the brain are still in their infancy. When the true energy flows out from the fingertips, it is sluggish, like water being blocked by pebbles.

The first finger was pointed at the bandit's shoulder.

Only 30% of the force penetrated, and the bandit let out a painful howl, swinging his knife to strike.

Wu Feng sidestepped, and then followed up with his second finger.

This time it went more smoothly; I pressed on his ribs, and the sound of bones cracking was muffled.

The bandit fell to the ground.

[Iron Finger Technique Proficiency +276]

He glanced at the notification.

He forcibly combined the power generation method of the Iron Finger Technique with his own understanding of finger techniques.

The conciseness of the One-Finger Divine Skill and the skillful strength of the Flower-Picking Finger Technique are both incorporated into it.

The stiffness in my fingertips is decreasing.

Third finger, fourth finger, fifth finger—

When the thirtieth or so bandits were killed, a line of small golden characters popped up at the edge of the field of vision.

[Iron Finger Technique (Proficient). Finger technique damage +3%, finger speed +5%.]

Having mastered the Iron Finger Technique, he didn't hesitate and turned to pounce on a small group of sand hyenas that had just spawned.