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Wu Feng lowered his head and drank his soup. After a couple of sips, he felt a gaze from across the table. He looked up.

Wu Xingyun was looking at him, still holding a bowl of soup in her hand. When their eyes met, she didn't look away immediately. After a moment's pause, she lowered her eyes and took a sip of soup.

Wu Feng continued drinking his soup.

He didn't ask, and she didn't say.

But she could sense that aura.

Wu Xingyun swallowed a mouthful of soup, his fingers gripping the spoon tightening slightly.

This guy has gotten stronger again.

She lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the oil floating in the soup bowl, a hint of surprise welling up inside her.

When I saw him yesterday morning, his breathing was noticeably heavier than it had been in the past few days.

Today, just one night, the oppressive feeling of that pure yang energy has deepened even further.

A qualitative leap has occurred.

She lived to be over a hundred years old and had seen so many masters that they could stretch from Lingjiu Palace to the foot of the mountain.

She herself had crawled out of a near-death experience of rejuvenation, and she cherished every tiny improvement in her skills.

But this guy... She raised her eyes and quickly glanced at the person opposite her.

He was breaking apart a flatbread with his head down, his expression calm, as if he had just finished something insignificant.

Wu Xingyun withdrew his gaze. Apart from his internal strength foundation still lacking, this person's current combat ability was probably no less than that of an ordinary first-rate martial artist.

In some aspects, it is even stronger.

She recognized the palm technique—the Tianshan Six Yang Palms—but the fluidity of yin-yang transformation in his hands had already touched the threshold of understanding its essence.

And then there's the Lingbo Weibu (Light Footwork) light-foot technique. Combined, their power shouldn't be underestimated.

Wu Xingyun swallowed the last bite of the baked flatbread and didn't look up again.

She didn't want to admit it, but she somewhat agreed in her heart; no wonder her junior brother handed the sect leader's ring to Wu Feng.

This child's talent is estimated to be far superior to theirs, and his diligence is no less than theirs.

Wu Feng finished the last sip of soup, put the bowl down, wiped his hands with a cloth from the table, and stood up. "I'll go out now."

Wu Xingyun raised his head and glanced at him.

"Stay here and don't wander off."

Wu Xingyun didn't speak, but nodded. Wu Feng turned and walked towards the courtyard gate.

"You." A young but calm voice came from behind.

He stopped and turned around.

Wu Xingyun was still sitting on the stone bench, holding a bowl of soup that had gone cold, his gaze fixed on the rim of the bowl, not looking at him.

"...Come back soon." The voice was soft, almost broken by the morning breeze.

Wu Feng glanced at her for a moment. "Hmm." He pushed open the door and went out.

The courtyard gate closed gently behind him.

Wu Xingyun sat on the stone bench and took another sip of the now-cold mutton offal soup. He put down the bowl, got up, and walked back to the main room.

The door closed very quietly.

Wu Feng left the inn and stood on the street for a couple of breaths.

Xingqing Prefecture was already bustling with activity in the morning.

The stall selling naan cakes set up a cloth awning, and the charcoal fire in the oven glowed red, with white steam mixed with the aroma of caramel wafting out.

The fur traders carried bundles of sheepskins onto their donkey carts, their shouts rough and hoarse.

He turned and walked into a quiet alley. There was no one at the end of the alley.

With a slight thought, the dark blue coarse cloth shirt he was wearing faded away like ripples on water, and he put on his own Yipintang standard leather armor.

He pulled down the brim of his straw hat, covering half of his face.

Light streamed in from the alley entrance, and he stepped out.

The headquarters of Yipintang is not far away.

After crossing two streets, the mansion with its high walls and deep courtyards came into view.

The vermilion gate was wide open, and four armored soldiers with halberds stood in front of it, their expressions cold and hard.

He walked in with his eyes downcast, his waist badge dangling from his waist.

The guard glanced at the wolf head insignia on his chest but did not stop him.

People were practicing in the training ground. Shouts and the sound of swords cutting through the air blended together.

He walked straight ahead, without glancing to either side, through the training ground, towards the mission hall. There were quite a few people at the entrance of the mission hall.

He paused as soon as he stepped onto the stairs.

Someone was talking. The voice was very low, but they weren't trying to hide from anyone.

It came from under the pillars on the side of the mission hall. Three players wearing decimal leather armor were huddled together, heads touching.

"...Really?"

"Why would I lie to you? It happened last night! My friend was temporarily reassigned to patrol the palace area, and he saw it with his own eyes."

"Has the Empress's palace been burgled?"

"It wasn't just a thief. The thief broke in, killed the Queen's personal maid, and then ran away."

"Holy crap, what was the Empress's reaction?"

"He was furious and lost his temper on the spot. I heard that the palace was heavily guarded last night, with the Empress herself in charge. Those who thought they could try their luck at the palace because of their martial arts skills..."

He lowered his voice and made a throat-slitting gesture.

"They were all killed."

"They were all killed?"

"They were all killed. I heard it was the Empress herself who took action. There was a second-rate expert on the leaderboard, named something like Night Owl, who accepted a mission to sneak into Princess Yinchuan's boudoir amidst the chaos, but his skull was shattered by a palm strike."

"A palm strike?"

"A palm strike."

There was a brief silence beneath the pillars.

"...How powerful must the Empress be?"

"I don't know. Anyway, after last night, all the posts on the forum about going to the palace to try your luck and kidnapping the princess disappeared."

Wu Feng stood at the threshold of the mission hall, his back to the pillars. His straw hat brim was pulled low, so no one could see the expression on his face.

His eyes were lowered. His pupils contracted slightly.

Li Qiushui returned quickly, much faster than he had expected.

He originally thought that Li Qiushui would be searching for Tong Lao's whereabouts outside and would not return to the palace for at least some time.

He didn't expect her to react so quickly; perhaps there was some warning mechanism in the secret room that he had overlooked.

But none of that matters anymore.

He had considered kidnapping Li Qinglu last night, but he suppressed the thought and managed to escape unscathed.

Thank goodness. I didn't go last night.

He stood at the entrance of the mission hall, sunlight slanting down from the eaves, drawing a distinct line of light and shadow at his feet.

The three were still whispering among themselves.

"...So what's the situation at the Imperial Palace now?"

"I don't know, but Yipintang has issued a notice that all missions to the Imperial Palace are suspended in the near future. They say it's for internal reorganization."

"What about the princess's marriage proposal?"

"It wasn't mentioned. It shouldn't have any impact, right? After all, it's a matter of national importance."

"Alright, let's not go near there for the next few days."

As the three of them talked, they turned and walked into the mission hall, passing by him without giving him a second glance.

Wu Feng stood there for two breaths. Then he turned around and walked down the steps.

Turning around, I followed the path I had come from, passed through the training ground, and walked out of the vermilion gate.

The streets were still bustling. The hawkers of naan bread shouted, the donkey cart drivers cursed, and groups of players ran past him.

He walked slowly along the street, the sunlight stretching his shadow into a thin line.

He walked to the entrance of an alley and turned sideways into it.

The alley was not deep, with high walls on both sides, and a few broken wooden boxes piled at the end.

Then another thought came to mind.

Murong Fu is currently in Xingqing Prefecture.

We just entered the city last night, with over three hundred players, and stayed at the South City Inn.

How skilled was Murong Fu in martial arts? In the original novel, he was probably at the peak of the second tier or at the beginning of the first tier.

As time goes by, one can use the opponent's own methods against them, borrowing their strength to strike back, and thus deflect their martial arts attacks.

But this is not true leveraging. Li Qiushui once commented on the incomplete Xiaowuxiang Gong: "The Murong clan's ability to shift stars and move constellations is merely a facade. They do not understand that the true way to leverage is to borrow the spirit, not the form."

He only glanced at it at the time.

It's all show and no substance. But it's still a unique skill. If it could be revealed...

He thought for a few moments. Then he reached up and took off the corps commander's badge from his waist and stuffed it into his backpack.

He then pulled out another unnamed centurion plaque from his backpack.

He tied the iron plaque to his waist, changed into the centurion uniform he had obtained from killing other players, stood up straight, and tugged at the hem of his leather armor.