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The meal took about 15 minutes.

Wu Feng put down his chopsticks and wiped his hands with a cloth: "Go back to your room and rest early."

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

There was a faint emotion in those usually calm eyes.

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

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

Wu Feng sat on the stone bench and finished the last sip of soup.

He got up and went back to his room, bolting the door shut. A thought flickered in his mind.

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

Wu Feng opened his eyes; the eerie blue light inside the gaming pod was still on. He sat up, rubbed his temples, and jumped out, using the edge for support.

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 walked into his usual home-style restaurant.

The shop owner was scrolling through his phone behind the counter when he looked up, saw 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 his food, he leaned back in his chair, took out his phone, unlocked it, and opened the official forum for "Jianghu Dream".

The homepage feed refreshed like a waterfall; his gaze swept across it, then his finger stopped.

Murong Fu is dead! He was killed by the Yipintang! His head has been chopped off!

The post went viral, with replies quickly reaching thousands.

The comments section exploded:

"Holy crap? Really? Murong Fu is just gone like that?"

"Is the top-ranked expert in Western Xia? Could it be him who did it?"

"It has to be him! Besides that freak, who else could single-handedly kill Murong Fu?"

"Murong Fu was at least a peak second-rate fighter, how could he be killed like that?"

"No way, I saw a centurion from the First Rank Hall carrying the severed head."

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

He scrolled down, and another popular post popped up:

Will Murong Fu respawn? Yun Zhonghe has been dead for so long and hasn't resurrected yet.

The replies below are very heated:

"It probably won't refresh, there's still no sign of Yun Zhonghe."

"If we don't refresh the page, won't the Murong family's secret techniques become unavailable?"

"So what if it's out of print? It's your own fault for not learning it."

"I came from Suzhou with Murong Fu, and we hadn't even finished our mission yet, and now it's all gone!"

"Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e have left Xixia with the rest of the people, heading towards Suzhou, probably to report the death."

"Suzhou is in an uproar too, everyone is wondering if Murong Fu can be resurrected."

"Forget about it. Yun Zhonghe didn't come back to life, so Murong Fu definitely has no chance either."

Wu Feng looked at each one, his finger sliding across the screen.

The fact that these NPCs don't respawn after they die suggests that we've already guessed it from what happened with Yun Zhonghe.

But surely not all martial arts skills in a game are unique?

It seems that certain conditions need to be triggered to activate the new way of obtaining martial arts skills.

Otherwise, these advanced martial arts skills will become unique, and what will new players learn?

But that's not bad either. At least the unique martial arts technique is in his possession, so there's nothing to worry about.

He continued scrolling down.

Seven or eight out of ten posts on the forum discussed Murong Fu, while the remaining few talked about other things.

[Will the Western Xia princess's marriage proposal still be held? Murong Fu is dead, who will participate?]

[Yipintang has been very active lately, patrolling and arresting thieves throughout Xixia City.]

He glanced at it a few times, but there was nothing of value.

As he flipped through the pages, he noticed that the enthusiasm for the Western Xia region had clearly cooled down.

All those posts clamoring to join the royal palace, kidnap princesses, and farm for good fortune have disappeared.

The remaining questions are either whether the matchmaking event will continue or whether people are waiting for further news.

It seems that Li Qiushui's indiscriminate killing scared away those who wanted to take advantage of her.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and continued scrolling down.

After flipping through a few pages and finding nothing new, he closed the forum.

Just then, the waiter started serving the dishes. Steaming hot dishes filled the table, their aroma filling the air.

He picked up his chopsticks and swept the food clean in a whirlwind.

I finished a big bowl of rice and drank all the soup.

I got up, took a walk back to my place, took a hot shower, and changed into clean pajamas.

I stood by the window and stretched my muscles and bones a few times, twisted my neck, and did a few stretching exercises.

Then I walked back to the gaming pod and lay down inside.

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.

The in-game time shows that it has just passed Hai Shi (9-11 PM).

Wu Feng stood up, took out the set of refined steel armor from his backpack, and put it on piece by piece.

The dark blue breastplate fits snugly against the body, and the arm guards are fastened tightly.

He pushed open the door and walked out of the side room; the courtyard was shrouded in darkness.

With a light touch of his toes, he leaped onto the top of the wall.

She used her Lingbo Weibu technique, blending into the night, and sped towards the palace.

The majestic palace complex stretched out before us. The side gate was still open, and the lanterns in front of it cast a dim yellow glow.

He landed, walked to the door, and took out the deputy general's token from his pocket.

The guard at the gate looked down, immediately cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Sir."

Wu Feng nodded and stepped over the threshold to go inside.

After passing through several palace gates and winding through the corridors, we arrived at the third barracks.

Zhao Yong and a dozen men were already waiting. Upon his arrival, they all clasped their hands in greeting: "Sir."

Wu Feng glanced at them: "Is everyone here?"

Zhao Yong stepped forward: "Reporting to your Excellency, all sixteen men on duty in the third team tonight have arrived."

"Let's go."

Zhao Yong stepped aside to lead the way, and the group walked out of the barracks and along the fixed patrol route.

The night was dark, and the palace was sparsely lit.

Occasionally, palace maids and eunuchs would walk by quickly carrying lanterns. Upon seeing them, they would immediately bow their heads and step aside.

Wu Feng walked at the front of the group, his steps steady, his eyes sweeping over the palaces, corridors and artificial hills along the way.

After completing the lap, everything was normal.

He looked at Zhao Yong: "You guys continue patrolling along the route. I'll go check over there."

Zhao Yong was taken aback for a moment, then clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Yes, sir."

Wu Feng turned around and walked towards the restricted area.

After passing through several corridors and around the artificial hill, we arrived near the princess's bedroom.

From a distance, the light was still on in that window, casting a blurry shadow on the paper window frame.

Still awake, Wu Feng glanced at the scene, but didn't stop walking.

Passing by the Empress's bedchamber, the lights were still on. The light shone through the paper windows, casting a dim, yellowish glow.

He glanced at it and continued walking.

After completing the lap, nothing unusual was found.

He returned to that familiar rooftop and sat cross-legged in the shadow of the roof ridge.

The nearly transparent, crimson-gold vortex in his dantian slowly rotated.

Close your eyes and guide the pure Yang energy to flow along the meridian pathways.

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +276]

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

He circulated his inner energy while opening his eyes and scanning his surroundings.

The area below was unusually quiet, with only occasional palace maids carrying lanterns walking by quickly, their footsteps barely audible.

The lights in the princess's palace were still on in the distance, as were the lights in the queen's palace.

Li Qiushui is still in the palace.

He withdrew his gaze and continued practicing his internal energy.

The vital energy flows through the meridians, circulating one cycle after another.

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +276]

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +276]

Time passed during the practice.

He occasionally opened his eyes to glance around, but the area below remained quiet.

The lights in the princess's bedroom were finally extinguished after about half an hour.

The lights in the Empress's bedroom were still on.

He stared at the window from which the light shone for a few moments.

Li Qiushui has been living quite peacefully in the palace during this period.

It seems she has given up on finding the Heavenly Child Granny.

That's fine too. Once Wu Xingyun recovers to her peak strength, we can trick her into helping us fight Li Qiushui.

He withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and continued to circulate his internal energy.

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +276]

The vital energy flows continuously within the body.

The moon slowly moved from overhead to the west.