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He even began to try to combine the power generation techniques of different martial arts.

Use the waist and stance of fist techniques to propel sword moves, incorporate the ruthlessness of knife techniques into palm strikes, and use the piercing intent of spear techniques to enhance the penetrating power of sword thrusts.

Although the system didn't provide any indication of fusion proficiency, he could feel that his control over his physical strength and his grasp of the rhythm of combat were improving at an astonishing rate.

"Unfortunately, these martial arts are only basic and third-rate, lacking the fist intent and sword intent found in fantasy novels."

Wu Changfeng pierced the heart of a bandit wielding a club with his sword, and shook his head slightly as he withdrew the sword.

"If it were intentionally designed, with my current comprehension and understanding of martial arts, I estimate I could develop some of the intent of fist, sword, and saber."

He definitely had that feeling. When his basic boxing techniques were perfected, his punches carried an invincible power.

When the Wind Chasing Sword Technique reaches its peak, the sword moves naturally carry the swiftness of the wind.

But this was ultimately just his personal feeling; the system did not recognize it, nor did it provide any additional attribute bonuses.

"It's a pity, but it's only a newly released public beta version, so it's reasonable that not many features are available." Wu Changfeng suppressed his slight regret.

Future updates might add systems like Martial Arts Intent. At that point, the foundation we've built now will be our biggest advantage.

He stopped thinking about it and focused on the battle and getting on his way.

As night deepened, it gradually faded away.

As the eastern sky began to lighten, Wu Changfeng had completely crossed the Black Wind Pass and stepped onto a relatively flat hilly area.

Scattered farmland and farmhouses began to appear along the roadside. Although they were still simple, they had a more human touch than the purely primitive village of the starting village.

After walking for about half an hour, the sun fully rose above the horizon, and golden sunlight bathed the earth.

Wu Changfeng squinted, raised his hand to shield his eyes from the light, and looked into the distance.

On the horizon, the outline of a continuous stretch of buildings gradually becomes clear—gray tiles and white walls, staggered in height, with fluttering flags and rising smoke faintly visible.

We've finally arrived at Qingshan Town.

He quickened his pace. The closer he got, the smoother the road became, transforming from a dirt road into a gravel-paved post road.

There were more pedestrians on the road.

There were farmers pushing wheelbarrows and carrying loads on their shoulders, merchants riding donkeys and leading mules, and people like him dressed in various ways, clearly identified as knights-errant.

Everyone headed towards the town.

Qingshan Town is much larger than the starting village.

A rammed earth wall about ten feet high surrounds the town, with two iron-clad wooden gates. One gate is wide enough for carriages and horses to pass through, while the other is narrower and is for pedestrians.

At this moment, a long queue had formed in front of the wide main gate, with oxcarts, horse-drawn carriages, and pedestrians moving slowly forward. Several town soldiers wearing leather armor and carrying long spears were checking and charging people one by one.

The level of activity was more than ten times greater than that of the starting village.

Wu Changfeng walked to the small door next to him, which was for pedestrians to pass through.

The line here is much shorter, with only a dozen or so people.

When it was his turn, a stern-faced town guard sized him up, his gaze lingering for a moment on his blood-stained uniform and the goose-feather spear on his back, then glancing at the iron-slaying sword hanging at his waist. He frowned slightly: "Out-of-town martial artist? Entry fee: five coins. No fighting within the town is allowed; violators will be detained and fined."

Wu Changfeng nodded and handed over five copper coins.

The soldier took it and stepped aside, saying, "Come in."

As you step into the town, a cacophony of noise hits you.

Shops lined both sides of the cobblestone streets, with flags fluttering in the breeze.

Pharmacies, blacksmith shops, tailor shops, restaurants, teahouses... everything is available.

The sounds of vendors hawking their wares, haggling over prices, children playing, and cartwheels mingled together, creating a vibrant atmosphere of daily life.

Although it was early, the town was already bustling with activity. Especially the breakfast stalls along the street, steaming and fragrant.

Wu Changfeng rubbed his stomach—his hunger level in the game had dropped below fifty again, and a familiar emptiness came from his stomach.

He walked up to a wonton stall with a canopy and a few low tables.

The owner, a middle-aged man wearing an apron, was deftly putting wontons into a boiling pot.

"Boss, two bowls, please."

"Alright! Please have a seat, sir!" the owner greeted warmly.

Wu Changfeng sat down at an empty table. Soon, two steaming bowls of wontons were served.

The clear broth is dotted with oil and scallions, and thin-skinned, generously filled wontons float in the soup, emitting an enticing aroma.

He picked up a spoon and tasted one. The wonton wrapper was smooth and the filling was tender. The soup was delicious, with a mixed aroma of pork and spices. It tasted quite good.

The virtual taste feedback is extremely realistic; you can even taste the slight spiciness of the pepper in the soup.

He ate quickly, finishing two bowls of wontons, and his hunger level rose back to 85.

"Boss, can I take these wontons to go?" Wu Changfeng asked, putting down his bowl.

"Sure! How much would you like, sir?" The shopkeeper wiped his hands and came over.

"Give me fifty bowls."

"Fifty...fifty bowls?" The shopkeeper paused, looking Wu Changfeng up and down. "Sir, these wontons are best eaten hot; they'll taste bad if they sit for too long. And fifty bowls...can you finish them all?"

Wu Changfeng smiled and said, "I'll eat on the way. I'll buy the bowl too. How much?"

The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, then quoted the price: "Three coins a bowl of wontons, and one coin each for the bowls. Fifty bowls of wontons plus fifty bowls, that's a total of... two hundred coins."

It wasn't cheap, but Wu Changfeng wasn't short of money right now. He paid the bill readily.

The owner worked quickly, dividing the cooked wontons and soup into individual earthenware bowls and serving them to Wu Changfeng.

With a thought, Wu Changfeng put all fifty bowls of packaged wontons into his backpack. The game backpack has a space slot system, and the same type of items can be stacked. Food items even have a special dry food category slot. The fifty bowls of wontons only occupied one slot, which was displayed as "Fresh Meat Wontons × 50".

"That way we won't have to worry about food on the road." He nodded in satisfaction, walked back to his stall, and asked, "Boss, could you tell me where I can buy a map in town?"

"A map?" The shopkeeper thought for a moment, then pointed to the east end of the street. "Go straight ahead, past two intersections, there's a Wang's General Store; they should have it. If not, you'll have to ask at the bookstore at the west end of town."

Thanks.

Wu Changfeng walked in the direction the shopkeeper pointed. The streets were bustling with people.

They quickly found Wang's Grocery Store. The store was small, but it was full of a wide variety of goods, from needles and thread to pots and pans, from cheap weapons to simple tools.

The shopkeeper was a thin old man with a goatee, who was dozing off on the counter.

Wu Changfeng knocked on the counter: "Do you have a map?"

The old man slowly raised his head, squinting as he sized him up: "Yes. A detailed map of the area within fifty li of this town, one hundred coins. A simple map of the martial arts world, thirty coins. Which one do you want?"

"A map showing the locations of the martial arts world." Wu Changfeng wanted the general directions, not the local details.

The old man pulled out a roll of yellowed parchment from under the counter, unfolded it, looked at it, and handed it over: "Thirty coins."

Wu Changfeng paid the money and took the sheepskin map, unfolding it.

The map was drawn rather crudely, but the locations of the major mountains, rivers, and towns were marked.

He quickly found his hometown, Qingshan Town, and also found "Wudang Mountain" located in the northwest of the map.

Then, his eye twitched.

Based on the map scale, the straight-line distance from Qingshan Town to the foot of Wudang Mountain is probably four or five hundred li.

The actual journey is winding and probably more than 600 li.

"That far?" He frowned. Even at his current pace, it would take him several days to walk there, day and night.

As he scanned the map, he noticed a small carriage sign next to the icon of Qingshan Town, with the character "驿" (post station) written beside it.

Near the foot of Wudang Mountain, there is also a place marked Wudang Town, with a post station sign next to it.

"A post station... teleportation?" Wu Changfeng's heart skipped a beat.

In these types of martial arts online games, long-distance travel requires either relying on light-footed skills or using post stations for teleportation.

He put away the map and bought some things he might need at the general store: ten torches soaked in oil (fifty coins), two flints (twenty coins), a bundle of sturdy hemp rope fifty feet long (one hundred coins), and a pair of "rock grappling hooks" with springs and grappling hooks (five hundred coins) - these things could be used to climb cliffs and steep walls, and might come in handy in a critical moment.

Finally, he dumped all the unused white equipment from his backpack and sold it to the old man at the general store.

More than a dozen white outfits were exchanged, costing a total of over three hundred coins.

After replenishing his supplies, Wu Changfeng left the general store, unfolded the map again to confirm his direction, and headed towards the post station at the south end of the town.