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Zhang Cuishan returned to the field and did not disturb the practice of the others, but simply stood quietly to the side and watched.

His gaze unconsciously fell on Wu Changfeng again.

In just a short while, Wu Changfeng's swordplay changed again.

If there was still a hint of awkwardness in his hands just now, then the wooden sword was now as easy to wield as an extension of his own limb.

The swordplay became smoother and more natural, with no more hindrance at the turns, and the application of the silk-reeling force became more and more skillful.

What alarmed him even more was that Wu Changfeng began to try to connect different fragments of moves to form short but complete small cycles. Once the sword momentum started, it was continuous and uninterrupted, as if countless soft threads were weaving into a net in the air.

"It's already... partially completed?"

Zhang Cuishan was deeply shaken.

From the start of the instruction until now, it has only been half an hour.

Half an hour, from beginner to intermediate level?

Even back then, it took them several months of hard work to master the "Circling Finger Soft Sword" under the personal guidance of their master Zhang Sanfeng.

And this Wu Changfeng...

Zhang Cuishan took a deep breath, suppressing the surging amazement in his heart.

He thought of his martial arts fanatic second senior brother, Yu Lianzhou, who was extremely skilled in swordsmanship and whose comprehension was among the best of the Seven Heroes.

Even the second senior brother's progress when he first learned the "Soft Sword of the Finger" was far less terrifying.

"In today's martial arts world, who else has such talent..." Zhang Cuishan pondered to himself, "I'm afraid only my master could have had such comprehension when he was young."

As dawn broke, shouts and the sound of wooden swords cutting through the air mingled on the training ground.

Wu Changfeng seemed oblivious to everything around him.

He was completely immersed in the world of swordsmanship.

The perfected "Gentle Cloud Sword Technique" provided him with an excellent foundation, allowing him to deeply understand the power of gentleness.

At this moment, cultivating this "Soft Sword of Circling the Finger" which originates from the same source is like standing on the shoulders of giants, and many key points are easily understood.

In my mind, the system notification was still beating steadily.

Each swing of the sword increases proficiency by 252 points.

The skill level required to reach the Lesser Completion stage is 6000 points, which for him is merely a matter of swinging his sword about twenty times.

With each swing of his sword, he carefully felt the flow and changes of energy in his arm, wrist, and blade, experiencing the unique feeling of softness with resilience and endless intertwining.

The speed of his sword, the depth of his breathing, the coordination of his steps... many details were constantly optimized and integrated through his practice.

Before we knew it, the bell rang, signaling the end of morning classes.

Zhang Cuishan came to his senses and cleared his throat: "That's enough for today. Fellow disciples, you can consolidate your skills on your own and practice again tomorrow."

The disciples stopped what they were doing and bowed in unison: "Thank you for your instruction, Fifth Martial Uncle."

Wu Changfeng also sheathed his sword and stood there, the wooden sword hanging at his side, fine beads of sweat already visible on his forehead.

He was slightly out of breath and looked at the skill bar—

【The Soft Sword That Wraps Around Your Finger (Minor Success 126/8000)】

It has already achieved some success.

He felt little emotional.

With such exceptional talent, such progress is only natural.

On the contrary, he was quite satisfied with the sword technique itself.

Compared to "Gentle Cloud Sword Technique", "Circling Finger Soft Sword" emphasizes more variation and entanglement. Its lethality may not be as direct as some powerful sword techniques, but in actual combat, this intricate, winding, and elusive sword path is often better able to control the rhythm.

"Not bad." He nodded to himself, put the wooden sword back on the weapon rack, and turned to walk towards the dining hall.

Zhang Cuishan shook his head as he watched Wu Changfeng's departing figure.

He suddenly felt that he, as the senior apprentice, should also go back and practice his skills properly.

Otherwise, being outshone in comprehension by a junior disciple who has just started learning would not be a huge loss of face, but it would still leave a bad taste in one's mouth.

He smiled and turned to leave the training ground.

A morning breeze blows, and the pines rustle in the wind.

On the training ground, only the morning light and the lingering echoes of shouts remained.

Breakfast at the vegetarian restaurant remains simple: white porridge, steamed buns, and a few dishes of pickled vegetables.

Wu Changfeng found a corner seat, sat down, and quietly finished his meal.

With the food in his stomach, the virtual body's hunger level steadily rose to over eighty, and the lingering feeling of emptiness finally dissipated.

He didn't linger; he put down his chopsticks, got up, and headed back to the training ground.

The morning light was just right, shining on the square paved with bluestone slabs.

Many diligent disciples had arrived earlier than him, each occupying a space to practice their fist techniques, stand in a stance, or practice the newly learned finger-circling soft sword technique with wooden swords. Shouts and the sound of air being cut rang out sporadically.

Wu Changfeng walked to the secluded corner from yesterday, stood still, and took a wooden sword from the weapon rack.

"This Wudang Sect... we really came to the right place." He thought to himself again.

On the second day of his training, he directly learned second-rate swordsmanship, personally taught by a second-generation disciple like Zhang Cuishan, without charging a penny.

In the martial arts world, where the inheritance of sects and the treasuring of unique skills are highly valued, this is an unimaginable act of generosity.

Of course, he also understood that Wudang was willing to teach it in this way because although the Soft Sword of Fingers was wonderful, it was still in the advanced category and not the ultimate secret technique of the sect.

Secondly, it's probably also out of a desire to teach people how to fish, and that those who are capable will benefit.

How much you learn after being taught depends entirely on your own ability.

But for him, that was enough.

Holding the wooden sword, he calmed his mind and let the essence of the "Soft Sword of the Finger" flow through his mind like water.

His mastery of the "Gentle Cloud Sword Technique" had given him a deep understanding of gentle strength, making it almost effortless for him to switch to this more profound sword technique from the same source.

He began, the wooden sword drawing a gentle arc.

There was no deliberate pursuit of speed, nor was there any imitation of Zhang Cuishan's graceful and elegant performance.

He simply repeated the most basic and fundamental principles of swordsmanship, the winding and ever-changing trajectory of the core energy of coiling silk.

With a slight tremor of the wrist, the sword quivered, adding subtle ripples to the arc it traced.

With a slight twist of the waist and hips, the force rises from the soles of the feet, travels through the spine to the shoulders, elbows, and wrists, and finally flows into the tip of the wooden sword.

The speed of the sword changes accordingly, sometimes as gentle as a stream flowing over pebbles, sometimes as rapid as rain pattering on banana leaves.

It's just a few basic movements, practiced repeatedly.

There was no dazzling sword light, no fierce confrontation, only the monotonous whooshing sound of the wooden sword cutting through the air.

But Wu Changfeng's heart was unusually calm.

He could clearly feel how, with each swing of the sword, the pure and profound Wudang Qi within his body flowed with his will, how it permeated the subtle parts of his muscles and bones, and how it endowed that ordinary wooden sword with unique suppleness and coiling power.

The proficiency level steadily fluctuated at the edge of the field of vision. Each complete sword cycle grants 252 points of proficiency.

The special bonuses from the training ground, coupled with his own terrifying comprehension and training efficiency, allowed his proficiency in this second-rate sword technique to accumulate at an astonishing rate.

More and more disciples gradually gathered around. Many people noticed the new face practicing alone in the corner, and their eyes couldn't help but show a hint of surprise and curiosity when they saw the trajectory of his wooden sword, which was obviously much more skillful and fluid than theirs.

Song Qingshu was among them.

He changed into a more streamlined blue outfit today, seemingly intending to practice more himself.

When his gaze swept over Wu Changfeng, he paused involuntarily.

That sword technique... clearly already possesses the charm of a soft, flowing sword!

Moreover, the smoothness of the energy flow and the mastery of the winding and changing rhythm are beyond the reach of beginners.

In fact, his understanding and expression of certain subtle aspects seem to be more natural and harmonious than that of the third-generation chief disciple who has studied this sword technique for several years.

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

"This person... is he a monster?" The thought couldn't help but pop into his mind.

He was well aware of the difficulty of the Soft Sword Technique. Back then, even with his father Song Yuanqiao's personal guidance, it took him a full six months to grasp the basics, and a year to achieve minor mastery. Even now, he dared not say that he had completely mastered all its subtle variations.

But Wu Changfeng in front of us only started learning yesterday, and after learning it once in the morning class today, he has already practiced it... quite well, and even has a hint of its essence.

Song Qingshu subconsciously clenched his fist, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him. There was surprise, confusion, and also a hint of... resentment and a sense of urgency at being outdone.

He was, of course, unaware of the catastrophic difference in learning mechanisms between "players" and "NPCs." In his eyes, Wu Changfeng was simply a junior disciple with frighteningly high talent.