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Standing in the moonlight, I looked down at my hands. I clenched my fist, the knuckles cracking softly, a sense of power emanating from deep within my flesh and bones.

He bent down and picked up the scattered pieces of meat, copper coins, and a few pieces of white-label equipment one by one.

The backpack was filled with over a thousand portions of meat.

He straightened up and took one last look at the valley. With a light touch of his toes, he leaped out of the valley.

Lingbo Weibu maintained a speed that conserved energy, leaving a pale blue trail across the moonlit wasteland.

Occasionally, a caravan would travel at night in the distance, its driver dozing with a turban wrapped around his head. No one noticed him.

It was already late at night when we entered the city.

The dim light at the city gate illuminated a few dozing soldiers.

He lowered his straw hat and blended in behind two woodcutters returning home late, thus successfully entering the city.

The gate of Shunlai Inn was ajar.

He pushed open the door and went inside. The clumps of short bamboo in the yard rustled in the night wind.

A sliver of light shone through the window of the main room, casting a small shadow on the paper window frame.

Still practicing, so focused.

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

Footsteps soon followed. A young waiter came running over, carrying a teapot and beaming, "Sir, you're back so late today? Would you like some late-night snacks?"

"Use it." Wu Feng took out a piece of silver from his sleeve and placed it on the stone table. "Send a meal to the courtyard. Braised mutton, steamed fish, seasonal vegetables, soup, and plenty of rice. Also, heat up a pot of wine."

"Alright!" The waiter took the money, turned around, and ran back.

Wu Feng walked to the door of the main room and knocked three times.

Knock knock knock.

The shadow sitting cross-legged inside paused for a moment, and then the door was pulled open from the inside.

Wu Xingyun stood inside, still wearing a light blue cross-collar ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), her small face appearing pale under the lamplight. She looked up at him but didn't speak.

"Come out for dinner." Wu Feng turned and walked towards the stone table.

Wu Xingyun followed him to the stone table and sat down.

The dishes were served quickly: lamb, steamed fish, garlic-flavored vegetables, and mushroom soup.

Two large bowls of rice were piled high. The wine jug sat on the corner of the table, still warm.

Wu Feng placed the tenderest piece of fish belly into her bowl, and picked up a piece of lamb rib for himself.

Wu Xingyun lowered her head to eat. After a few bites, she glanced quickly at Wu Feng before lowering her eyes again.

Wu Feng picked up the wine bowl and took a sip. The wine was spicy, and the initial burning sensation in his throat transformed into a warm feeling.

The two ate in silence.

Wu Xingyun ate with focused concentration and unhurried movements.

Wu Feng ate quickly, finishing one bowl of rice and then having another half bowl added.

Half a pot of wine was drunk. The food was swept clean.

Wu Feng put down his chopsticks and wiped his hands with a cloth. "Go back to your room and rest early. Don't go out tonight."

Wu Xingyun nodded, stood up and walked to the threshold. She stopped and looked back at him.

There was a hint of complex emotion in those usually calm eyes.

"...You should get some rest too." The voice was so soft it was almost broken by the night wind.

Wu Feng nodded. Wu Xingyun turned and went into the house, gently closing the door behind him.

Wu Feng sat on the stone bench and finished the last sip of wine. He then got up and walked back to his room.

The door was bolted shut, and the oil lamp was lit. A thought stirred within me.

The soft sound of the hatch sliding open was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Wu Feng opened his eyes; the game pod was still glowing with a faint blue light.

He sat up, rubbed his temples, and jumped out, bracing himself on the edge.

My feet felt a little cool on the floor.

I changed into a loose sweatshirt, grabbed my phone and keys, opened the door, and went outside.

At night, the city's neon lights paint the streets with flowing colors.

The air was filled with the aroma of cumin wafting from a barbecue stall. He turned into that familiar alley and lifted the plastic curtain of a family-run restaurant.

The shop owner was scrolling through his phone behind the counter. He looked up, saw it was him, and nodded: "The usual spot?"

"Um."

He sat down in the corner against the wall and picked up the plastic-sealed menu: "Boiled sliced ​​pork, stir-fried green beans, hot and sour shredded potatoes, a bowl of tomato and egg soup, and a large bowl of rice."

"Okay."

While waiting for the food, he leaned back in his chair and completely relaxed.

The hustle and bustle of reality gradually eased the tension brought back from the game world.

The food was served quickly, and Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks and devoured it in no time.

After finishing our meal and paying the bill, we took a walk back to our accommodation.

Take a hot shower, change into clean pajamas, and lie back in the gaming pod.

The hatch closed, and consciousness sank.

The game world, a private room.

The scene before me went from blurry to clear. The oil lamp was still burning, its flame flickering slightly.

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

The nearly transparent crimson-gold vortex in his dantian slowly rotated, and the pure yang true qi of the perfect realm flowed steadily through his meridians.

He guided this flow of heat, causing it to circulate repeatedly along the meridian pathways.

[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.

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

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

In the distance, the faint crowing of roosters could be heard, carried across several courtyards.

As another complete cycle of Qi circulation came to an end, 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 heat and long-lasting sensation condensing into a straight white streak in the cool morning air, shooting nearly three feet before slowly dissipating.

I glanced at the skill panel. [Pure Yang Limitless Skill (Perfect 109000/1000000)]

My proficiency level increased by more than 100,000 overnight.

I got up and stretched. My joints cracked slightly.

The body's vital energy is abundant and surging, and one's spirit is full.

The sky outside the window was already bright; a glance at the game time showed it was Chen Shi (7-9 AM).

The sounds of the market opening could be heard outside the window.

He got up and pushed open the door.

The clumps of short bamboo in the courtyard rustled in the morning breeze, and the teacups used last night were still on the stone table, not yet put away.

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

Footsteps soon followed. A young waiter came running over, carrying a teapot, his face beaming with his usual smile: "Sir, what would you like for breakfast this morning?"

"Serves two. Lamb offal soup, flatbread, a dish of pickled vegetables, and two eggs." Wu Feng paused for a moment. "Bring it to the yard."

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

Wu Feng walked to the door of the main room 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, already dressed.

She was still wearing a light blue cross-collar ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), her hair had been combed again, and her small face was clean and expressionless.

She glanced up at Wu Feng.

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

The two had barely sat down when the waiter came over with a tray.

Steaming hot mutton offal soup, baked flatbread, pickled vegetables, and hard-boiled eggs are placed on small dishes and set out on the stone table.

Also, please take away yesterday's teacup.

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 ate it in small bites.

The two finished their breakfast in silence.

Wu Feng put down his bowl, wiped his hands with a cloth from the table, and stood up: "I'm going out first. You stay here and don't wander off."

Wu Xingyun raised his head, glanced at him, and nodded.

Wu Feng turned and walked towards the courtyard gate.

After taking a couple of steps, a childish but calm voice came from behind: "Are you... coming back for dinner tonight?"

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 without looking at him.

"Go back." With that, he pushed open the door and left.

The courtyard gate closed gently behind him.

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. Stalls selling naan cakes had set up their cloth awnings, and ovens were baking naan cakes, with white steam mixed with the aroma of caramelizing filling the air.

The fur merchants hawked their wares with great enthusiasm.

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 on his body faded away like ripples on water, and he put on the standard leather armor of a centurion from Yipintang.

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 was 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 guard at the entrance with cold and hard expressions.

Wu Feng walked in, and the guard's gaze swept over the wolf head insignia on his chest before continuing to stare intently ahead.

People were practicing in the training ground, their shouts and the sound of swords cutting through the air all mixed together.

Having just crossed the training ground, I was preparing to go find Helian Tieshu to claim my reward.

Just as he reached the gate of the courtyard, someone came out from inside and he almost bumped into him.

Wu Feng looked up and saw an NPC dressed in the color of a guard's uniform, around forty years old, with a square face and the label above his head: [Helian Tieshu's Personal Guard - Zhang Heng].

The man saw him too, paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Centurion Wu? I've been looking for you."

Wu Feng stopped in his tracks: "Looking for me?"

"The general instructed that you should go straight in to see him upon arrival." Zhang Heng pointed into the courtyard. "Go quickly, the general is inside."

Wu Feng nodded: "Thank you."

Zhang Heng waved his hand and walked away.