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As soon as we stepped out of the side gate of the palace, it was already bright outside.

As the eastern horizon turned a pale white, a few wisps of dawn peeked through the clouds, turning a pale orange-red, like torn silk hanging on the distant mountaintops.

The fog on the street hadn't completely dissipated; a thin layer floated on the stone pavement, making the soles of my boots feel damp when I stepped on it.

He walked along the street for about fifteen minutes before turning into a quiet alley.

The alley was not deep, with mud walls on both sides, and a few clumps of gray-green wormwood growing at the base of the walls, with dewdrops hanging on the tips of the leaves.

He stood at the end of the alley, listening intently for a while. There were no footsteps outside, only the muffled shouts of a naan bread stall opening in the distance, separated by several walls.

With a slight thought, the dark blue, hundred-refined steel armor on his body receded like ripples on water, revealing the dark blue coarse cloth suit he had worn for many days underneath.

He then took out the bamboo hat from his bag, put it on his head, and pulled the brim down.

The dark gray veil hanging down the edges covered most of her face, revealing only the outline of her chin.

When I walked out of the alley, the fog on the street had mostly dissipated.

A small queue formed in front of the naan bread stall, the charcoal in the oven glowing red, white steam mixed with the aroma of charcoal billowing out, forming a slanting trail of smoke in the morning breeze.

He bypassed the stall, crossed two streets, and returned to Shunlai Inn.

Pushing open the half-closed courtyard gate, the clumps of short bamboo in the yard rustled in the morning breeze, dewdrops clinging to the tips of the bamboo leaves, shimmering in the rising sun.

The windows of the main room were still closed, with a dim yellow light shining through the window paper.

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

Footsteps soon echoed from under the eaves. A waiter jogged over, a smile plastered on his face, his clothes slightly askew, "Sir, so early? Want breakfast?"

"Hmm." Wu Feng took out a piece of silver, about two qian in size, from his sleeve and placed it on the stone table in the courtyard. The silver made a soft thud as it fell onto the bluestone surface. "Two servings. Lamb offal soup, baked flatbread, a dish of pickled vegetables, and two eggs. Bring it to the courtyard. Also, prepare two buckets of hot water for my room, make it very hot."

"Alright!" The waiter took the silver, weighed it in his hand, his smile widened, and he turned and ran back in a flash.

Wu Feng walked to the door of the main house and knocked three times on the wooden door.

The sound of knuckles tapping on the old wooden board was muffled, yet exceptionally clear in the stillness of the early morning.

There was a moment of silence inside, followed by the rustling of fabric and then the soft sound of bare feet on the ground.

A moment later, the door opened a crack from the inside.

Wu Xingyun stood in the doorway, still wearing her light blue cross-collar ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress). Her hair was a little disheveled, with a few strands hanging down her forehead, clearly indicating that she had just gotten up and hadn't had time to comb it yet.

Her face looked pale in the morning light, but her eyes were still clear, showing no signs of waking up. She looked up at him but didn't speak.

"Breakfast will be delivered in a bit," Wu Feng said. "Would you like your portion eaten in the yard, or brought inside?"

Wu Xingyun's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, then she gently pushed open the door and stepped out. "In the courtyard."

She walked to the stone table and sat down, her movements very light. The hem of her skirt brushed against the bluestone floor, making a very faint rustling sound.

A morning breeze blew by, and the bamboo leaves of the clumps of short bamboo swayed beside her, their shadows swaying slightly on her face and clothes.

Wu Feng also sat down on the stone bench.

The waiter was quick; he soon came running over from under the eaves with a large tray.

On the tray were two bowls of steaming hot mutton offal soup, with a layer of golden oil floating on the surface of the soup and a few thinly sliced ​​pieces of mutton offal at the bottom of the bowls.

Two golden-brown naan breads, their edges slightly curled up, exuded the aroma of wheat;

A small dish of finely chopped pickled vegetables, with shredded radish soaking in a brown sauce;

There were also two hard-boiled eggs, their shells still hot to the touch, which were gently shaken in a small dish.

The waiter placed the items one by one on the stone table, the bottoms of the bowls making a dull thud as they hit the stone surface.

After setting the table, he took a step back and asked with a smile, "Sir, is there anything else you require?"

"That's all." Wu Feng waved his hand.

The waiter nodded, turned and left, his footsteps quickly disappearing at the other end of the corridor.

Wu Feng reached out and picked up a flatbread, breaking it in half.

The crust is crisp and crunchy, making a soft crackling sound when broken, while the inside is soft and fluffy, with steam escaping from the cracks, carrying the sweet aroma of roasted wheat.

He picked up two pieces of pickled vegetables and placed them on the flatbread, then added two slices of mutton, closed the lid, and handed it over.

Wu Xingyun took the spoon and began to eat in small bites. He ate neither quickly nor slowly. His movements remained as composed as ever, the spoon never making a crisp sound against the bowl, and his lips were pursed as he chewed, making no sound.

The morning light slanted across her face, illuminating her lowered eyelids and her slender white fingers holding the biscuit.

Wu Feng also broke off a piece of flatbread and ate it with the mutton offal soup.

The lamb offal stew was tender and the soup was rich and flavorful with just the right amount of gamey taste. After swallowing, a warm feeling lingered in the throat.

The two ate in silence. The only sounds in the courtyard were the soft rustling of bamboo leaves and the occasional faint shouts from the street in the distance.

Halfway through the meal, footsteps and voices came from outside the courtyard gate; it was several early-rising guests. The sounds passed over the wall and gradually faded into the distance.

Wu Feng swallowed a bite of bread and looked up at Wu Xingyun. She was drinking soup with her head down, the rim of the bowl obscuring half of her face.

After eating for a while longer, he finished the last sip of soup and put down the bowl.

He wiped his hands with a cloth from the table and stood up. "I'm going inside first. You eat and then go back inside to rest. Don't go outside."

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

Wu Feng turned and walked towards the side room. He pushed open the door, stepped over the threshold, and closed the door behind him.

The latch clicked into the slot.

The room was dimly lit, and the morning light filtering through the window paper cast a small patch of gray-white on the floor.

He walked to the bedside, sat down, and exhaled.

I didn't sleep all night, but I felt fine mentally, though a little tired and my bones ached a bit.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door. "Sir, your hot water has arrived."

Wu Feng got up and opened the door. The waiter carried in two large buckets of hot water, steam rising from the buckets, the heat hitting him in the face.

He was followed by a guy carrying two buckets of cold drinks.

The two poured hot water into a large wooden tub in the corner, then added some cold water, and tested the water temperature with their hands.

"Sir, please try it. If it's not hot enough, I'll add more," the waiter said with a smile.

Wu Feng walked over and reached out to test the water temperature. It was just right, comfortably hot. He nodded.

The waiter and the waiter left, closing the door behind them. Their footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor.

Wu Feng bolted the door, took off his clothes, and stepped into the wooden tub.

The hot water reached his waist, his chest, and his shoulders. He leaned against the tub, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.

The water temperature was just right, scalding my skin until it turned slightly red. The heat seeped into my skin, gradually relieving the soreness in my muscles.

He closed his eyes, listening to the faint sounds of the bustling streets outside the window, and the gentle ripples of water in the bucket.

After soaking for about 15 minutes, the water began to cool down. He opened his eyes and stood up from the tub.

After drying myself off, I changed into a clean white undershirt. The soft fabric felt refreshing against my skin.

Just as I finished tying my belt, a line of small print popped up at the edge of my vision:

[System notification: Feeling refreshed, cultivation efficiency increased by 50%, lasting for one hour.]

Wu Feng paused for a moment, looked down at himself, and then at the line of text.

A 50% proficiency boost in one hour is equivalent to an hour and a half of hard training.

He walked to the bedside and sat cross-legged. The bed was hard, digging into his bones, but he was used to it. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

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

The pure Yang energy at its peak flowed steadily through the meridians, like a warm river, neither too fast nor too slow, but each rotation carried a heavy sense of power.

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

True Qi rises from the Dantian, passes through the perineum, goes past the coccyx, ascends along the Du meridian to the Baihui point, then descends along the Ren meridian back into the Dantian. This completes one Great Circulation.

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +414]

Pale gold text popped up at the edge of my vision; the numbers were 50% higher than usual.

He immersed himself in that warm current, letting his inner energy wash over and expand his meridians again and again.

The heat spread from his dantian to his limbs and bones, dispelling the last bit of fatigue left from a night of patrol.