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The sky outside the window changed from dawn to mid-morning. The sun rose, and sunlight shone through the window paper, spreading a small patch of light on the ground. It then slowly moved from the center of the ground to the corner of the wall.

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +414]

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +414]

The indicator pulsed steadily, one cycle after another.

Forgetting time and where I was, I was immersed in the ever-flowing true energy within my body.

Meanwhile, in the Western Xia imperial palace, inside the princess's bedroom.

Li Qinglu opened her eyes. Above her was a familiar curtain, made of apricot-yellow silk embroidered with lotus flowers.

She stared at the piece of silk for a long time, her eyes somewhat vacant.

The blanket slipped down a bit, revealing her shoulders. She glanced down at herself, then slowly sat up.

I felt a strange sensation in my body, a dull ache, like I had been in a long dream, or like I had walked a very long way.

She sat on the bed, stunned, for a long time. Morning light streamed through the cracks in the window, casting a thin, long trail of light on the floor. The room was quiet; so quiet she could hear her own breathing.

Last night's events slowly surfaced in my mind. Moonlight, the rustling of bamboo leaves, and a cool night breeze on my face.

And then there was that man, who covered her mouth, picked her up, and flew across the rooftops. She remembered every word he said.

She looked down at her hands; her fingers were slightly curled, and her nails were neatly trimmed and clean.

She looked out the window again. The window was ajar, with a two-finger-wide crack, through which the morning breeze slipped in, causing the window paper to flutter gently.

Li Qinglu stared at that crack for a long time.

Then she threw back the covers and called out, "Someone come here."

Her voice was a little hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time. She cleared her throat and called out again, "Someone come here."

The door was pushed open. Two palace maids hurried in, bowing their heads in greeting: "Princess."

"Prepare hot water." Li Qinglu's voice was very soft, revealing no emotion. "I want to take a bath."

"Yes."

The palace maid withdrew. Her footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor.

Soon, the sounds of water being drawn and hushed conversations could be heard outside.

Hot water was brought in and poured into a wooden tub behind the screen. Steam rose up, blurring the landscape painting on the screen.

Li Qinglu dismissed her attendants and went behind the screen.

She took off her clothes and stepped into the wooden tub. Hot water washed over her shoulders. She leaned against the tub and closed her eyes.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly. Ripples of water gently swayed, one after another, making a soft sound as they hit the sides of the tub.

She closed her eyes, but all she could see were images from last night: moonlight, bamboo leaves, and that person's face as they leaned down.

It soaked for a very long time. So long that the water started to cool, so long that my fingertips turned white and wrinkled.

She opened her eyes, stood up from the tub, dried herself off, and changed into clean undergarments.

Stepping out from behind the screen, she sat before her dressing table. A face was reflected in the bronze mirror; her features were gentle, her complexion somewhat pale, and her lips were pursed.

She looked at herself in the mirror for a long time.

Then I reached out, picked up the comb, and slowly combed my hair. One stroke at a time, the movements were slow and steady.

After combing her hair, she got up, walked to the window, and opened it. The sunlight streaming in was somewhat dazzling.

She squinted, gazing at the bamboo grove in the distance. The bamboo grove shone brightly green in the sunlight, its leaves rustling gently in the wind, just like last night.

She stood by the window, gazing at the bamboo grove for a long time.

The palace maids stood outside the door with their hands at their sides, none of them daring to utter a sound. They exchanged glances furtively, then quickly lowered their eyes again.

Li Qinglu finally looked away and turned to walk back into the house.

"Serve breakfast." Her voice remained very soft.

The palace maid responded and withdrew.

As evening approached, the sky outside the window changed from bright to dusky yellow, and then gradually darkened.

The sun had already sunk below the western horizon, leaving only a touch of orange-red tinge on the clouds, like the embers of burnt charcoal.

Wu Feng slowly finished his practice and opened his eyes.

The golden-red hue in his eyes flashed briefly before disappearing into the depths of his gaze.

He exhaled a long, hot breath that condensed into a straight white streak in the dimly lit room, shooting out nearly two feet before slowly dissipating.

I glanced at the skill panel. [Pure Yang Limitless Skill (Perfect 892000/1000000)]

My recent diligent practice has greatly improved my proficiency. I'm still a long way from achieving perfection.

He got up and stretched his limbs. His joints made a series of soft, cracking sounds with each movement, like a string of tiny firecrackers.

My body is filled with vital energy, and the fatigue from not sleeping all night has long since disappeared. I feel as energetic as if I had just woken up.

Pushing open the door and stepping into the courtyard, the sun had just set, and the courtyard still carried a touch of the twilight's golden hue.

Wu Feng went to the courtyard outside and called Wu Xingyun over, asking her to wear a bamboo hat to cover herself. The two of them walked one after the other through the path paved with blue bricks, pushed open the half-closed courtyard gate, and walked into the lobby of the inn.

The lobby was more lively than usual.

As dusk fell, several lanterns hanging under the eaves were lit, their dim yellow light spreading through the thin paper covers and casting a small patch of light on the stone steps in front of the door.

Lifting the heavy cotton curtain, the heat inside, mixed with the aroma of wine and meat, wafted out.

Wu Feng chose a table in the corner, with his back to the wall and facing the main hall.

This location offers a panoramic view of the entire lobby while also preventing others from approaching from behind.

Wu Xingyun sat down opposite him, his straw hat still on, the brim pulled low, the dark gray veil covering his entire face.

She sat very upright, her small back taut, her hands neatly placed on the table, looking just like a well-behaved little girl going out with an adult.

The waiter quickly ran over, a yellowed rag draped over his shoulder, and deftly wiped the table: "Sir, what would you like to order?"

"Braised mutton, steamed fish, garlic vegetables, three-delicacy soup, and two bowls of rice." After announcing the dishes, Wu Feng paused, "And heat up a pot of wine."

"Alright!" the waiter replied, turned and ran to the kitchen, shouting loudly inside.

While waiting for the food, the noise in the lobby gradually became clearer.

At the next table sat three men who looked like traveling merchants, their fur coats open, revealing their dirty undergarments, and they were talking in hushed tones while holding wine bowls.

Two tables further on, there was a group of players dressed in all sorts of different outfits, with swords at their waists resting on the edge of the table. They were huddled together, their voices huddled low, but occasionally a few words would drift over.

"The Murong family...is finished..."

"Contribution points... what to do...?"

"I heard that Bao Butong and his group..."

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair, his gaze casually sweeping over the people, while his ears listened to the sounds coming from the other side.

The players were clearly getting anxious, and their voices gradually grew louder.

"I followed Murong Fu from Suzhou, did more than twenty quests, and accumulated more than three thousand contribution points, and now it's all gone!" A tall, thin player slammed his fist on the table, looking extremely annoyed.

The slightly chubby player next to him waved his hand and said, "Your three thousand is nothing. The guy next to me saved up more than five thousand, waiting to exchange it for a second-rate sword technique. But when Murong Fu died, it all went down the drain."

"Can those contribution points be transferred? Is there any mention of the Murong family taking over?"

"Go to hell with it. Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e have run off with the rest of the people towards Suzhou. Who cares about your contribution points?"

"I heard that Murong Fu's head was cut off by a centurion from the First-Class Hall. That man must have made a fortune and received a huge reward."

"Nonsense, killing Murong Fu, how could the reward be small? Damn it, I should have joined Yipintang too."

Wu Feng listened, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. He picked up the wine pot the waiter had just brought, poured himself half a bowl, and took a sip.

The liquor is spicy, burning as it goes down your throat, then spreading out as a warm sensation.

Those players were still complaining.

"Murong Fu is too weak. He's supposed to be a peak second-rate fighter, and he got killed like that?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's a plot device."

Anyway, the Murong family line is finished. Restoration? Restoration my foot!

"Do you think Murong Fu will respawn? Yun Zhonghe has been dead for so long and hasn't come back to life yet."

"It definitely won't refresh; if it were going to refresh, it would have done so already."

"Then the Murong family's ultimate technique will be lost forever? 'The Shifting Stars' technique—a top-tier martial art!"

"So what if it's out of print? We didn't learn it anyway."

Wu Feng took another sip of wine, his gaze fixed on the swirling liquid in the bowl.

The skill "Shifting Stars and Changing Time" was already in his backpack; he had learned it long ago. However, he couldn't let anyone know about it.

The merchants at the next table also started chatting, their conversation shifting from the rise and fall of commodity prices to gossip from the martial arts world.

"...Have you heard? The Empress of Western Xia is said to be quite old, but she looks like a woman in her early thirties." A bearded man lowered his voice, a slightly ambiguous smile on his face.

Another, thinner man leaned closer: "Really? You've seen it?"

"I've never seen her, I've only heard about it. They say she's even prettier than those opera singers, still quite charming." The bearded man winked. "If I could see her, I'd gladly give up ten years of my life."

"Come on, that's the Empress, surrounded by people from the First-Class Hall, you wouldn't stand a chance."

"It's just talk, it's not illegal."

The group chuckled and clinked their wine bowls together.