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Wu Changfeng thanked him and asked a few more questions, gaining a clearer understanding of daily life at Wudang:

The management is relatively relaxed, emphasizing self-discipline and self-cultivation. The core is the daily morning prayers and communal living, while the rest of the time is very free.

Holding the gifts he received, Wu Feng returned to his residence and changed into a blue Taoist robe.

The fabric is soft and the cut is well-fitting, with a small yin-yang symbol embroidered in the same color silk thread on the left chest.

Looking in the mirror, he had lost some of his sharp edge as a江湖客 (jianghu kè kè, a person from the martial arts world), but gained a more refined and otherworldly air, which made him more pleasing to the eye.

After changing his clothes, he decided to take advantage of the early hour to wander around the core area of ​​the sect and familiarize himself with the paths, so as not to be clueless during the morning class the next day.

The Wudang School's architectural complex is vast in scale, but its main activity areas are relatively concentrated.

He started from the third-generation disciples' courtyard where his residence was located, bypassed the Jingxin Hall, and went straight ahead to the spacious martial arts training ground.

At this moment, there were more than a dozen Taoists practicing their skills. Some were meditating and regulating their breathing, some were slowly practicing long fist techniques, and some were sparring with wooden swords in pairs. Their movements were not fast, but their methods were strict.

Continuing on, we passed a vegetarian restaurant and smelled the faint aroma of rice porridge.

Further ahead is a relatively quiet bamboo forest, with a few more exquisite houses at the edge of the forest.

As they were walking, a man approached from the opposite direction. He wore the same dark blue Taoist robe as Song Yuanqiao, was tall and handsome, with a touch of heroism and scholarly air between his brows, and appeared to be in his early twenties.

Name above: Zhang Cuishan.

When Zhang Cuishan saw Wu Changfeng's unfamiliar face, he paused and cast a gentle glance at him.

Wu Changfeng stopped and bowed in greeting.

"Who are you?" Zhang Cuishan asked, his voice clear and bright.

"Disciple Wu Changfeng has just become a disciple of Master Song today, and is now a third-generation disciple," Wu Changfeng replied.

"Oh? Senior Brother's new disciple?" Zhang Cuishan smiled and nodded. "I see. My name is Zhang Cuishan, and I'm the fifth in my family. Now that you've joined Wudang, you can call me Fifth Uncle."

"Greetings, Fifth Uncle." Wu Changfeng readily complied.

"Yes, no need for formalities. Focus on your practice; the key to Wudang Kung Fu is perseverance." Zhang Cuishan encouraged him, then, seemingly having other matters to attend to, smiled and left.

Watching Zhang Cuishan's departing figure, Wu Changfeng scratched his head.

Two of the Seven Heroes of Wudang have appeared so far. This game certainly has a complete cast of characters.

According to the original story, this fifth uncle later suffered many misfortunes... but that was a long time later.

Since the game has just launched, major storylines can't be triggered so quickly; players need time to grow.

After encountering Zhang Cuishan, perhaps because he was walking in the core area, he soon ran into several other second-generation disciples wearing dark blue Taoist robes.

One of the men, with a serious face and a tall stature, was Second Uncle Yu Lianzhou. He merely glanced at Wu Changfeng, and upon hearing that Wu was a newly initiated junior disciple, he nodded slightly and left.

One of the wise-looking men was the third martial uncle, Yu Daiyan. After learning Wu Changfeng's identity, he gently said, "Entering the sect is fate; just be diligent."

The short, stout man who smiled before speaking was Zhang Songxi, the fourth martial uncle. He chatted with Wu Changfeng in a very amiable manner and reminded him not to be late for the morning class the next day.

One of the men, with a stern face and carrying a long sword, was Sixth Uncle Yin Liting, who merely nodded coldly.

The last one, the youngest and a bit eccentric, was Seventh Uncle Mo Shenggu. He asked Wu Changfeng a few more questions out of curiosity about where he came from. Hearing that Wu Changfeng had some martial arts skills, he jokingly said that they could spar with wooden swords sometime.

After going around once, they had met all seven heroes of Wudang.

Wu Changfeng's overall impression was just as he had heard: the atmosphere was indeed quite good.

The senior disciples had different personalities, but they were all kind to him, their newly initiated junior disciple, and were not arrogant at all.

This relatively relaxed and harmonious environment made him feel that choosing Wudang was the right decision.

Having familiarized himself with the route, Wu Changfeng stopped wandering around and returned to his small house.

He closed the door, and the room fell silent. He sat down at the table and took out the book "Wudang Mind Techniques" again.

Without hesitation, I chose to study.

The booklet transformed into a soft, clear light, sinking into the space between his brows. A righteous, peaceful, warm, and mellow method of circulating qi surged into his mind. Its route was somewhat similar to the "Hun Yuan Gong," but it was more refined and delicate, especially emphasizing the coordination of mind and breath, and advocating "continuous and subtle, yet effortless in use."

[System notification: You have learned the Wudang Inner Strength Manual (Third-rate).]

In the skill bar, under the internal skills category, the [Wudang Inner Strength Method (Beginner 0/800)] quietly appeared.

The required proficiency level for beginners is 800, eight times that of the basic breathing technique, but lower than that of the "Hun Yuan Gong" and "Mang Niu Jin". Considering its special effects and potential, this requirement is acceptable.

Wu Changfeng did not begin cultivating immediately. He pondered:

The martial arts of a sect truly have an advantage. Even at the same third-rate level, the description and development potential of the Wudang mental cultivation method are significantly stronger. And this is just the introductory level. The later techniques like "Wudang Long Fist," "Soft Cloud Sword Technique," "Ladder Cloud Leap," and even the more advanced "Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate," "Pure Yang Limitless Skill," and "Tai Chi Fist and Sword"... those are the true essence of the sect, extremely rare and difficult to find outside the sect.

Following the typical formula of martial arts games, these advanced martial arts and unique skills are not something you can learn casually.

It requires sect contributions, reputation, seniority, and even specific tasks or opportunities.

As a newly initiated third-generation disciple, his access to knowledge is certainly limited. To truly learn something, he has to persevere.

"Accumulate seniority and build up contributions," Wu Changfeng thought to himself. The Wudang Sect's management was relatively loose, but its promotion mechanism was probably not that simple.

You can't automatically level up your disciple level or unlock martial arts just by checking in for classes every day.

One may need to complete sect tasks, perform well in sect competitions, or make special contributions to the sect to improve their status and obtain a higher inheritance.

To receive personal guidance from Zhang Sanfeng, even just a move or two, would likely require being a pillar of a sect or a stroke of luck.

"This game is so realistic, it'll probably be tough to accumulate experience here." He walked to the window, looking at the deepening twilight and the scattered lights outside. "Unlike those old online games where you could get high-level skill books by doing daily quests for a few days, here you'll probably have to calculate it in years, and it'll depend on luck."

However, he was not impatient. With the extraordinary talent attribute of "Heaven-sent aptitude," any martial art in his hands could be quickly perfected, which was his greatest asset.

First, master all the basic martial arts skills you can learn and maximize your attributes to the current limit.

At the same time, gradually learn how the sect operates and find ways to gain contributions and promotions.

"Starting tomorrow, I'll go to the training ground regularly to practice my martial arts proficiency." He set a short-term goal: "First, I'll acquire the Wudang Inner Strength Manual and other basic martial arts from various schools, and practice them to perfection. I'll see how much my attributes can increase. As for my cultivation level... once my foundation is stronger, perhaps I can discover a way to break through."

As night deepened, a mountain breeze, carrying a chill, blew through the cracks in the window.

Wu Changfeng lit an oil lamp, and a warm yellow glow filled the small house.

He didn't immediately begin his training in the game, but instead chose to quit—the hunger in reality was becoming unbearable.

The game pod hatch slid open, and the lights of the real world at night were somewhat dazzling.

He got up, stretched his stiff neck, put on his coat, and went out.

The food stalls on the street corner downstairs were still bustling. He ordered a plate of fried noodles with two fried eggs, and also a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup.

Sitting on a plastic stool, watching the street scene, I slowly ate. The swordplay and strict sects of the virtual world formed a strange contrast with the hustle and bustle of reality.

The wok hei (wok aroma) from the stir-fried noodles and the savory flavor of the egg drop soup truly soothe the stomach.

After eating, I took a walk to digest, and then took a hot shower back at my accommodation to wash away my fatigue.

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

My consciousness sank in, and my vision brightened.

It was still that same little house, the oil lamp flame flickering faintly.

Outside the window, it was pitch black and silent, with only the faint sound of wind or the rustling of pine trees in the distance.

Wu Changfeng sat cross-legged back on the bed, calmed his mind, and began to practice the new "Wudang Mind Technique" he had learned that day.

The moment the technique was activated, the difference was immediately apparent. Unlike the mellowness of the Hunyuan Gong and the domineering nature of the Mangniu Jin, this newly generated Taoist true energy was more refined and condensed, and its circulation path paid special attention to the coordination with breathing and mental focus.

The emphasis is on "focusing the mind on the dantian and letting the breath follow the breath," creating a state of mind that is continuous, gentle, and ever-renewing.

At first, it was a bit difficult, and he needed to adapt to the new path. But he was quick to understand and had exquisite control over his internal energy. He soon grasped the key points and guided that faint but incredibly pure true energy to flow slowly along specific meridians.