Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

While waiting for the food, he took out his phone, unlocked it, and swiped his thumb across the screen.

The icon for the official forum of "Jianghu Dream" lit up. The homepage feed scrolled down like a waterfall, and he hovered his finger in the middle of the screen, browsing quickly.

Murong Fu.

This word took up almost half the page.

[Murong Fu has arrived in Xingqing Prefecture! His party has set up camp at the southern post station, with over three hundred players accompanying him!]

[Real footage! Young Master Murong's procession into the city, any ladies want to drool over this?]

[Exclusive Analysis: Murong Fu's westward advance at this time is 99% aimed at the marriage proposal of the Western Xia princess, much to the delight of the restorationists!]

[Three new second-rate martial arts manuals have been added to the Murong family's contribution exchange list!]

He flipped through the rows one by one, his thumb sliding very quickly.

After browsing through the thirty posts on the homepage, I clicked into the search bar and searched for keywords such as "princess," "marriage proposal," and "prince consort."

The results that came out were mostly speculation, analysis, and unfounded rumors.

None of the posts mentioned the specific time, location, or rules for the matchmaking event.

Li Qiushui probably hasn't returned yet.

Wu Feng leaned back in his plastic chair, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the rough tabletop.

Last night's trip to the palace went smoothly; apart from that maid, no one was alerted.

The secret room was completely emptied, leaving not even a scrap of paper behind. But Li Qiushui was no fool.

The day she returned, she could tell something was wrong the moment she stepped into the bedchamber.

Even if the entrance to the secret room wasn't triggered, the location of the Boshan incense burner, the drawers of the dressing case, the floor tile beside the couch that was loosened by internal force...

She must know that someone went in.

During that period, whoever ran into her was doomed.

He squinted, his thoughts drifting for a moment.

If, before she returns, we take Li Qinglu...

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he suppressed it.

The risk is too great.

In the original story, the Heavenly Child Granny dared to kidnap Princess Yinchuan from the palace time and time again.

Even so, Li Qiushui eventually tracked him down and found him, and the two fought to the death.

What level is he at now?

They haven't even firmly established themselves as top-tier. If they run into Li Qiushui, they might not even be able to escape.

Last night's trip was lucky. If we try again, we might not be so lucky.

Wu Feng shook his head, completely suppressing the thought.

My gaze returned to my phone screen. The post about Murong Fu entering the city had already garnered over two thousand replies.

He scrolled through the comments below.

"Young Master Murong is so handsome! I'm going for him!"

"With over three hundred players following him, even the Western Xia people would be stunned by this display of power, right?"

"I bet five cents that Murong Fu will definitely participate in the marriage contest. Players will help him deal with his rivals, while he'll focus on building up the princess's favor—a perfect division of labor."

"How can we help? Assassinate the other candidates?"

"It's not impossible... you don't really die in a game."

"That's so mean, I love it."

Wu Feng looked at these replies and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Xingqing Prefecture will not be peaceful these next few days.

Players will do anything for the rewards of completing tasks.

Clearing obstacles for Murong Fu, assassinating rivals, creating chaos... as long as the benefits are big enough, no one cares about the means.

He closed the post, and his phone screen went dark, revealing his expressionless face.

Just then, the waiter came over with a tray.

The boiled sliced ​​pork was glistening with red oil, the stir-fried green beans were crispy and fragrant, and the hot and sour shredded potatoes were finely and evenly cut. The steam mixed with the spiciness wafted up.

He picked up his chopsticks and stopped thinking about those things.

The wind whips up the remaining clouds, and sweat beads on my forehead.

The large bowl of rice was completely cleaned up, and the soup was all drunk.

I paid the bill, got up, and pushed open the door to step into the night breeze.

On the way back from my walk, some thoughts were still swirling in my mind.

When he walked back to the entrance of the community, he stopped and looked up at the game pod.

I walked over and lay down. The game pod lid closed, and a familiar, ghostly blue light seeped out from the edges.

As consciousness sank, the last thought surfaced.

The scene before my eyes changed from blurry to clear.

He sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes.

The dark golden vortex in his dantian slowly rotated, and the pure yang true qi of the Great Completion Realm flowed steadily through his meridians.

He guided this flow of heat, and it began to cycle endlessly along the route.

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +276]

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +276]

The pale gold lettering danced steadily at the edge of my field of vision.

He kept spinning around and around.

True energy is like a river, flowing, expanding, and solidifying.

The color of that vortex was slowly changing from dark gold to a deeper crimson gold at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

As the first ray of pale sunlight seeped through the window paper, the trajectory of the true energy circulating within Wu Feng's body for countless cycles suddenly trembled.

It was a feeling that was hard to describe.

Like a taut bowstring finally being fully drawn, or like water finally bursting through the last narrow pass.

The vortex of energy in the dantian suddenly contracted inward, condensing into a tiny point, and then expanded dramatically, undergoing a qualitative change.

The color of the cyclone faded from dark gold, turning into a nearly transparent gold with a faint hint of red.

The rotation speed slowed down, but with each rotation, the heat and pressure emitted were several times stronger than before.

[System Notification: Congratulations! Your "Pure Yang Limitless Skill" has broken through to the Perfect Realm! Internal Strength +400, Constitution +200, True Qi Limit +12000. The purity, recovery speed, and resistance to Yin-cold poison attributes of Pure Yang True Qi have reached extremely high levels. Pure Yang Protective Qi circulates automatically, increasing the power of Yang-type martial arts by 30% and significantly enhancing the suppression effect on Yin-type internal energy.]

Wu Feng slowly finished his practice, the warmth in his palms sinking into his dantian along his meridians. The dark gold vortex that had faded to an almost transparent reddish-gold color was still slowly rotating, like thoroughly heated charcoal, not scorching, but with a solid heat.

Slowly opened his eyes.

The golden-red hue in his eyes faded quickly, sinking to the bottom in an instant, leaving only a faint trace of warmth deep within his pupils.

Exhalation. The breath was still warm when it left the bed, stretching into a thin, straight white line in the cool morning air, shooting from the edge of the tatami mat all the way to the corner of the table.

He looked down at his hands, observing the changes.

His skin had a faint, healthy red glow. When he clenched his fist, his knuckles cracked softly, conveying a sense of strength emanating from deep within his bones and muscles.

He glanced at the line of small golden characters at the edge of his vision: [Pure Yang Limitless Skill (Perfect 0/1000000)].

The Great Perfection is still one million short, and it will take some time to settle down.

He propped himself up on the edge of the bed, his joints cracking subtly with each movement. He pushed open the door, and the cool air from the courtyard washed over his face, dispelling the lingering heat.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, a grayish-blue, like an old cloth that had been washed several times.

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

Footsteps soon echoed from under the eaves, and a young waiter jogged over, a familiar smile on his face: "Sir, what would you like for breakfast this morning?"

"Serves two. Lamb offal soup, a serving of roasted lamb, hot flatbread, a dish of pickled vegetables, and two eggs." He paused for a moment, "Deliver it to the yard."

"Okay, coming right away!" The waiter turned and ran off.

Wu Feng stood in the courtyard, the clumps of short bamboo rustling in the morning breeze. He stood there for a couple of breaths, then turned and walked towards the main house.

The door was closed. He raised his hand and knocked three times. Knock, knock, knock.

There was a moment of silence inside, followed by the rustling of fabric, and then the sound of footsteps.

The door was pulled open from the inside.

Wu Xingyun stood on the threshold.

She was still wearing that light blue cross-collar ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), her hair was combed neater than yesterday, and her face was clean and expressionless.

She looked up at him. Just once. Then her gaze lingered on his face for a moment.

It's very short, like the morning breeze brushing through the gaps in bamboo leaves.

Wu Feng didn't speak, but turned and walked towards the stone table. Wu Xingyun followed behind him.

The waiter has already brought the tray in.

The mutton offal soup was steaming hot, with white steam rising into the air; the flatbread was golden brown, with the edges slightly curled up; the pickled vegetables were finely chopped, and the hard-boiled eggs were placed on a small plate, still piping hot.

Wu Feng sat down on the stone bench, broke the flatbread in half, picked up two pieces of pickled vegetables and a few slices of mutton with his chopsticks, and handed it over.

Wu Xingyun took it and began to eat in small bites. She ate neither too fast nor too slow.

His movements remained as composed as ever, the spoon never made a crisp sound against the bowl, and the chopsticks made almost no sound when they fell.