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An indescribable sense of fulfillment and power filled his entire body. Wu Changfeng felt that he could beat ten times his former self.

However, glancing at the character panel, the Realm section still glaringly displayed "Third-rate Martial Artist".

"Third-rate is fine, as long as the attributes are strong enough." He muttered to himself, no longer dwelling on it.

It's getting late, so it's not advisable to travel or level up any further.

He mounted his horse and, taking advantage of the last rays of daylight, galloped toward the next town where the faint outlines of lights could be seen ahead.

We entered the town, found an inn, and checked in. The room was slightly better than the inns in Qingshan Town, but still simple.

Wu Changfeng brought up his character panel, looked at the ridiculously high attribute numbers, took a deep breath, and chose to exit the game.

The game pod hatch slid open, and the light from the real world made him squint.

As I sat up, a strong sense of emptiness and hunger instantly surged from my stomach, and my head felt heavy.

"I played all day, and only ate one meal last night..." He rubbed his temples and pressed his rumbling stomach, somewhat speechless.

This game truly embodies the spirit of being so engrossed in something that you forget to eat and sleep.

I quickly washed up, put on my coat, and went out.

It was already past nine o'clock at night, but the streets were still bustling.

He walked to his usual food stall, ordered grilled fish, fried noodles, barbecue, and a bottle of ice-cold beer.

Sitting on the bustling street, he devoured greasy, salty food, the cold beer washing over his throat, and the sense of grounding in the real world slowly returned. As he ate, he thought about the progress in the game.

The Nine Gates new martial arts have reached perfection, and the attributes have made a leap, but the Iron Sand Palm and internal energy have not been touched yet.

I need to hurry up and practice the "Raging Bull Strength" as well. As for Iron Palm... I'll practice it tomorrow.

After a satisfying meal, I took a hot shower at home to wash away the day's fatigue.

When he lay back in the gaming pod, he was fully refreshed.

Inside the inn room, the oil lamp flickered dimly. Wu Changfeng sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice the "Raging Bull Strength".

Compared to the balanced and peaceful "Hun Yuan Gong", the "Mang Niu Jin" has a more direct and brutal energy flow path. The internal force is carried with a sense of recklessness and puts a greater burden on the meridians.

However, the cultivation efficiency seems to be quite good, with a significant increase in the true qi within the dantian.

He focused intently, circulating his energy again and again. The night in the game quietly passed by in meditation.

As the morning light began to appear outside the window, the system notification finally sounded: [Congratulations! Your "Raging Bull Strength" has broken through to the highest level—Great Perfection!]

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[Raging Bull Strength (Great Perfection). Internal Strength +60, Constitution +20, Arm Strength +15, Maximum True Qi +350, True Qi Recovery Speed ​​+40%. Internal strength characteristics lean towards fierceness, significantly increasing strength.]

A more powerful and domineering internal force than the Hunyuan Gong surged within his body, nourishing his muscles and bones, further enhancing his strength. His internal energy attribute finally broke through the hundred mark.

Wu Changfeng exhaled and finished his practice, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. "Only the Iron Sand Palm remains."

He logged off again and quickly ate a hearty breakfast in real life—soup dumplings, soy milk, and fried dough sticks. He felt that his appetite had indeed increased and he seemed to have more energy.

He didn't pay much attention, attributing it to psychological factors.

Back in the game, I checked out of the hotel and replenished my supplies of dry food and water at the inn.

The waiter brought over the black horse that had been fed and rested.

Wu Changfeng mounted his horse, galloped out of the town, and continued racing towards Wudang Mountain.

The official road winds its way through the landscape, which gradually changes from hills to more rugged mountains.

When the horse got tired, he would find a relatively safe place for it to rest, while he searched for monster spawn points nearby, killing monsters to earn some spare copper coins and experience, and trying to practice the Iron Sand Palm technique.

Getting started with Iron Palm was smooth. By constantly striking hard rocks and trees and circulating its unique, scorching energy, proficiency steadily increased, quickly breaking through to "proficiency" and then "minor mastery." However, once you reach the peak of "minor mastery," the proficiency bar is full, but you can't directly "upgrade" like other martial arts.

System notification: [Your Iron Palm cultivation has reached its current bottleneck. You need to soak your hands in the "Bone Forging and Meridian Activation Soup" to strengthen your bones and tendons and open up your palm meridians before you can break through to the "Great Completion" realm. The prescription has been unlocked.]

As expected, there were conditions and restrictions. Wu Changfeng opened the prescription to check: three qian of Crimson Blood Vine, one qian of Hundred-Year-Old Cinnabar, five stalks of Iron Wire Grass, two petals of Blazing Sun Flower, and one bowl of Rootless Water. There were seven or eight items in total, most of which were not particularly rare, but in this world, they obviously needed to be purchased from a pharmacy.

He glanced at his backpack; he still had several dozen taels of silver he had saved from fighting monsters.

After traveling for half a day, he arrived at the next slightly larger town in the afternoon, called Shiquan Town.

The first thing he did upon entering the city was to find a pharmacy. As he followed the prescription to get his medicine, the price quoted by the clerk made his eyes widen in surprise.

The ingredients for a single dose of Bone Strengthening and Blood Circulation Revitalizing Soup were priced at a whopping fifteen taels of silver!

"This cinnabar has to be of the highest quality, and the blood vine must be at least five years old, so the price is naturally not cheap," the pharmacy owner said slowly.

Wu Changfeng had no choice but to pay. Fortunately, the medicinal herbs were all available. He found another inn in town, booked a superior room with a bathtub, and had the innkeeper prepare the medicinal soup according to the prescription.

The scalding, dark red medicinal broth was poured into the wooden basin beside the bathtub, releasing a peculiar aroma of spiciness mixed with minerals and herbs. Wu Changfeng immersed his hands in the broth, and instantly, a burning, stinging sensation shot through his palms, as if he were actually stirring iron filings.

He gritted his teeth and silently circulated the Iron Sand Palm technique, guiding the medicinal power to penetrate.

The process lasted for about half an hour, during which the color of the medicinal soup faded and the temperature dropped.

The system notification finally sounded: [Conditions met; Iron Palm has broken through to the Great Perfection realm.]

Iron Palm (Mastery). Arm Strength +55, Constitution +25, Palm Damage +50%. Incredibly powerful palm strikes, inflicting "Burn" and "Bone Crushing" effects. Has some destructive power against metal armor. Hand toughness is greatly increased.

The attribute bonus is truly terrifying! It's only at the "Great Completion" level, yet the bonus far surpasses that of a third-rate martial art at its peak!

Looking at his hands, which were slightly red but felt thicker and stronger, Wu Changfeng thought that the fifteen taels of silver were... barely worth it.

After his breakthrough, he remembered that there was a martial arts school in the town, so he went to take a look around.

It turned out that he was still teaching the same martial arts techniques he had already mastered, such as "Mountain Opening Fist" and "Wind Splashing Saber Technique," without even changing the names.

It seems that in the game's design, these basic and third-rate common martial arts skills are universal in martial arts schools in various towns, and players will not have unlimited opportunities to grind for skills.

"That's true. Otherwise, a rich guy could just travel the world and learn from every martial arts school. His stats would be off the charts by now." Wu Changfeng shook his head, stopped lingering, and continued on his way.

With a sigh, Wu Changfeng decided not to linger in Shiquan Town any longer, having learned no new martial arts skills. He mounted his horse and continued his journey northwest towards Wudang Mountain.

The official road gradually became rugged, and the mountains on both sides became increasingly steep.

Although the black horse was strong, it had been traveling continuously and was expending a lot of energy. After running for about an hour, the horse's breathing became heavy and its pace slowed down.

Wu Changfeng reined in the reins, his gaze sweeping over a shady grove of trees by the roadside. A beastly figure could be vaguely seen moving within the trees; it was a level 18 "Grey Rock Lynx," swift in movement and its attacks were poisonous—perfect for sharpening his skills.

He tied the black horse to a sturdy ancient tree far from the spawn point, left it with enough hay and water, and patted the horse's neck: "Rest well."

Turn around and step into the shadows of the woods.

Lynxes are extremely alert. As soon as Wu Changfeng approached, two gray shadows lurking on the rocks pounced silently, their claws gleaming with a ghostly blue light, aiming straight for his face and throat.

Wu Changfeng neither dodged nor avoided, but slightly raised his palms. The unique scorching and powerful force of the Iron Sand Palm instantly rose from his dantian and flowed into his arms.

A faint dark red tinge appeared on the palm of his hand.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two muffled thuds followed, and the palm strikes landed precisely on the foreheads of the two lynxes.

- 1444! - 1521!

The alarming damage numbers skyrocketed, accompanied by the soft "crack" of bones shattering. The two lynxes didn't even have time to scream before they were flung away like rag dolls, turning into white light as they landed.