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A moment later, the wooden door opened silently inward. An old Taoist priest with white hair, a youthful face, ruddy complexion, and vigorous spirit slowly walked out.

He wore an ordinary gray Taoist robe, walked with light steps, and had a gentle and peaceful gaze that seemed to contain the stars and the sea.

"Yuanqiao, what is it?" Zhang Sanfeng's voice was gentle, with a calming rhythm.

Song Yuanqiao bowed respectfully and recounted Wu Changfeng's story in detail, from his initial faith and entry into the sect to the complete mastery of the mental cultivation method overnight and the mastery of all external skills in half a day, without any concealment.

Finally, he said with a wry smile, "Master, this child's talent is beyond anything I've ever heard of or seen. I fear that my own knowledge and skills are insufficient, and my teaching may be inadequate, thus hindering the development of such a fine talent. Therefore, I have taken the liberty of coming here to humbly request that you... perhaps personally offer some guidance?"

Zhang Sanfeng listened quietly, a hint of interest appearing in his eyes, like a stone thrown into an ancient well, creating subtle ripples.

He stroked his long beard and said slowly, "To perfect one's inner cultivation technique and achieve mastery of external skills in a single day... Hmm, that's quite rare."

He pondered for a moment, "Since he has such talent, his character is even more crucial. Yuanqiao, you should proceed step by step, first restraining him with the rules and regulations of the sect, observing his words and actions, and tempering his character. If he is indeed a promising talent, with a pure and good character, and not swayed by power, then it would not be unreasonable for me to meet him."

"Yes! This disciple will obey your orders!" Song Yuanqiao felt reassured. With his master's words, he knew how to behave appropriately. After bowing again, he quietly withdrew.

Back at Jingxin Hall, Song Yuanqiao sat alone at his desk, still finding it somewhat unbelievable that Wu Changfeng had made such incredible progress.

"Perfect...can he really master martial arts to the highest level?" This thought popped into my head for no apparent reason.

No matter how high one's talent, achieving the Great Perfection requires not only proficiency but also a profound understanding of the essence of martial arts—that is a qualitative leap.

Shaking his head, Song Yuanqiao stopped thinking about it and began his daily studies. He felt he needed to improve even more in teaching such a disciple.

……

On the training ground, the sun was gradually setting in the west.

Wu Changfeng focused intently on practicing Wudang Long Fist, Wudang Cotton Palm, and Soft Cloud Sword Technique in turn. With the terrifying proficiency boost of 252 points per attempt in the training ground, the proficiency bars of the three martial arts were approaching the critical point of perfection at a visible speed.

When the afternoon bell rang to signal the end of the day, only a handful of people remained in the training ground.

Wu Changfeng stopped his stance and stood up, letting out a long sigh; his Taoist robe was completely soaked. But his eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

Wu Changfeng stopped his stance and stood up, letting out a long sigh; his Taoist robe was completely soaked. But his eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

As the three martial arts techniques successively broke through to the Great Perfection, waves of familiar yet different heat surged through the entire body.

First, he reached the Great Perfection of Wudang Long Fist. A deep and powerful force surged from his feet, passed through his waist and spine, and finally settled in his arms. His fist stance seemed to be infused with a thousand pounds of power, making it stable and unshakable.

[Wudang Long Fist (Great Perfection). Arm Strength +28, Constitution +12, Fist Damage +30%, Stance stability greatly improved, punches have a "long-lasting impact" that can be stacked.]

Next came the "Wudang Cotton Palm," a gentle yet highly penetrating warm current swirling in the palms and the inside of the arms, making the skin around the palms seem more supple and sensitive, and giving the user complete control over the force.

[Wudang Cotton Palm (Great Perfection). Arm Strength +25, Constitution +10, Palm Damage +28%. The palm force is flexible and enduring, adept at neutralizing powerful and forceful attacks, and has a slight "infiltration" effect on protective internal energy.]

Finally, there is the "Gentle Cloud Sword Technique," where a clear and swift stream of energy rises from the wrist, flows along the meridians of the arm, and ultimately merges with the sword intent.

What the eyes see and what the hands feel seem to be more closely connected with the sword. With the slightest thought, sword moves can flow out naturally.

【Gentle Cloud Sword Technique (Great Perfection). Strength +22, Agility +30, Sword Damage +32%. Greatly enhances the fluidity and speed of sword moves. The swordplay is fluid and continuous, not easily interrupted by external forces. It excels at finding openings and using softness to overcome hardness.】

As for "Ladder to the Clouds: Foundation Building Chapter", although it has only reached the Great Perfection stage, the spirit of lightness and agility has been deeply imprinted in the power exertion of his legs and waist, allowing him to find a better balance between agility and explosiveness in his lightness skills.

[Ladder to the Clouds - Foundation Building (Mastery). Agility +35, jump height and distance +40%, significantly improved mid-air directional change ability, and longer breath support when leaping. (Reached the maximum limit of Foundation Building)]

A series of attribute bonuses merged and settled within the body.

Wu Changfeng subconsciously brought up his character panel and looked at the latest attributes:

Arm strength: 27 + 641 = 668

[Root bone: 27 + 309 = 336]

[Agility: 27 + 228 = 255]

[Internal Strength: 175]

The maximum lifespan and maximum internal energy have also increased significantly due to the cultivation of physical constitution and internal energy.

Feeling the surging power within his body, his increasingly agile and steady physique, and the pure, rich, and smoothly circulating Wudang True Qi in his dantian, Wu Changfeng knew that his strength had reached a new level.

Although the realm column on the panel still conspicuously displays "third-rate martial artist," he has a feeling that, in terms of actual combat strength and the solidity of his foundation, ordinary second-rate martial artists are probably no longer his match.

"The martial arts of this sect are indeed a complete system." He understood more deeply. "Using this pure Wudang true energy to drive the fist, palm, and sword techniques to perfection, the power, speed, and endurance are all much stronger than when I used mixed internal energy before. Moreover, the artistic conception of these martial arts is interconnected. The steadiness of the long fist, the flexibility of the soft palm, and the lightness and fluidity of the soft cloud sword have a subtle sense of complementing each other."

My stomach rumbled; my hunger level had dropped again.

Wu Changfeng closed the control panel, concealed the glint in his eyes, and walked towards the dining hall.

After he left, in a corner of the training ground, Song Qingshu finally snapped out of his reverie. Watching Wu Changfeng's departing figure, he shook his head and muttered to himself, "Martial arts fanatic... truly a monster."

He practiced all afternoon and made significant progress, but compared to the opponent's rocket-like speed... never mind, I don't want to think about it anymore.

In the dining hall, Wu Changfeng sat alone in a corner, eating his simple vegetarian meal with gusto.

Song Qingshu glanced at him a few times, but ultimately didn't come over to say anything more.

After finishing his meal, Wu Changfeng returned to his small house.

I'll log off first, have dinner in real life, wash up, and shake off the fatigue from playing for so long.

Half an hour later, I logged back in feeling refreshed.

Night had fallen in the game. He sat cross-legged on the bed and began to circulate the perfected version of the Wudang Heart Sutra, as instructed by Song Yuanqiao.

Pure and peaceful Wudang internal energy surged from the dantian and began to systematically regulate the other internal forces within the body.

The true energy of "Hun Yuan Gong" is the most upright and compatible, and it is the first to be enveloped and assimilated by the true energy of Wudang, in a gentle and smooth process.

The true energy of "Raging Bull Strength" is more powerful, but in the face of the higher-level and purer Wudang true energy, it is gradually decomposed, absorbed and transformed, just like ice and snow melting away.

This is a slow and continuous process that requires a great deal of control and patience.

Fortunately, Wu Changfeng possessed extraordinary comprehension and had meticulous control over his internal energy. His mental cultivation technique was also at the Great Perfection level, so although it was mentally taxing, it did not cause any obstacles.

Time slipped away silently. Outside the window, the stars shifted and the constellations turned, and dawn gradually broke in the east.

As the morning light streamed through the window again, Wu Changfeng slowly finished his practice.

Inside his dantian, there was now only a pure and continuous stream of Wudang Taoist true energy, which was 20% more potent than all his previous internal energy combined!

When the true energy circulates, it is smooth and harmonious, without any sense of stagnation or conflict.

My entire body felt as if its meridians had been cleansed, leaving me feeling incredibly comfortable.

In the skill bar, "Hun Yuan Gong" and "Mang Niu Jin" still show as "Great Perfection" and the attribute bonuses are still there, but the internal energy generated has been completely absorbed and fused.

It's like it's been refined into the same higher quality energy.

"True Qi... seems to be stronger." Wu Changfeng clenched his fist, clearly feeling the increased power brought about by the abundance of true qi, a qualitative improvement.

He had a vague premonition that in this world, the quality and quantity of true qi might be the core standard that determines a martial artist's true level.

Outside the window, the clock struck Mao Shi (5-7 AM) once again. A new day had begun.