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"It's time to practice Tai Chi sword," he thought to himself, turning and walking towards the bamboo forest behind the mountain.

He remembered the open space that Yin Liting had taken him to before. It was quiet and deserted, perfect for practicing Wudang Tai Chi sword.

After passing through the bamboo forest and around a few rocks, the open space was indeed still there.

Surrounded by ancient trees and with a babbling brook in the distance, it is extremely quiet and indeed a good place to practice martial arts.

Wu Feng nodded in satisfaction, walked to the center of the open space, and took out the Iron-Cutting Sword from his backpack.

Hold the sword, calm your mind.

The essence of Wudang Tai Chi Sword flowed through my mind.

He began, his swordplay slowly unfolding.

The movements remained slow and soft, with a smooth and rounded trajectory.

But this time, he deliberately slowed down to experience the flow of every bit of energy, the coordination of every breath, and the subtle shifts in his center of gravity.

The sword moves with the body, and the body moves with the sword.

After completing a set of sword techniques, a system notification popped up: [Wudang Tai Chi Sword Proficiency +252.]

Sure enough, there's a proficiency bonus here too. It seems that any training ground within the Wudang Sect provides an extra boost to the sect's martial arts.

Wu Feng made up his mind, stopped thinking about it, and began to concentrate on practicing.

Once, twice, three times...

Practicing Tai Chi sword is extremely tedious; the movements are slow, with few variations, and appear to have no power whatsoever. If one didn't know that it is a first-rate sword technique, capable of transforming the mundane into the miraculous when mastered to a high level, probably few people could persevere.

But Wu Feng was patient.

Repeating the process again and again, adjusting it time and time again, I carefully experienced the subtle differences between soft force, winding force, supporting force, and neutralizing force.

At the edge of vision, proficiency increases slowly and steadily.

[Wudang Tai Chi Sword Proficiency +252.]

【Wudang Tai Chi Sword (Beginner Level 1260/50000)】

【Wudang Tai Chi Sword (Beginner Level 1512/50000)】

As the evening glow painted half the sky red, Wu Feng sheathed his sword and stood there, slightly out of breath.

I glanced at the skill panel: Proficiency increased by 25200.

I'm still far from the 50,000 points required to get started.

He couldn't help but purse his lips.

This efficiency... is truly impressive.

Keep in mind that with his 252-point bonus each time, he only gained a little over 20,000 points in an afternoon of hard practice.

What about for a regular player?

Most streamers and ordinary players have an aptitude level between 10 and 50, and their proficiency gains are estimated to be only 1 to 5 points each time.

How do I accumulate 50,000 proficiency points?

That would truly require training until the end of time.

The threshold is incredibly high.

"No wonder so few people in Wudang can truly master Tai Chi sword." Wu Feng shook his head and muttered to himself, "Without patience and comprehension, you really can't learn this thing."

He sheathed his sword and walked toward the dining hall.

Check your attributes as you walk.

Arm strength: 27 + 746 = 773

[Root bone: 27 + 374 = 401]

[Agility: 27 + 358 = 375]

[Internal Strength: 175]

Now all the attributes are stacked very high, with arm strength, agility, and constitution all being quite impressive.

However, internal strength remains a weakness.

Although his total amount of internal energy and recovery speed are good, he is probably still far behind those masters who specialize in internal energy cultivation.

"I still need to practice my internal strength tonight. Internal strength is fundamental; I can't neglect it."

After having a simple dinner in the dining hall, Wu Feng returned to his small house.

Log off immediately.

In the real world, the game's cabin hatch slides open.

Wu Feng sat up and rubbed his throbbing temples.

Maintaining a high level of focus for extended periods while playing games can be quite mentally taxing.

A familiar feeling of hunger welled up in my stomach.

He changed his clothes and went out, found a small restaurant he frequented, and ordered four dishes and several bowls of rice.

While waiting for the food to be served, he took out his phone and habitually opened the "Jianghu Supper Exchange Group".

I glanced at the latest acquisition information—the price of gold remained unchanged today at 135 yuan per 100 coins.

It seems things have stabilized for now.

He left the group chat and then opened the forum.

There are significantly more trending posts on the homepage than yesterday, covering a wide range of topics.

Some people showed off their newly acquired blue equipment, some complained about how difficult the quests were and how they got stuck, and some shared their tips for leveling up quickly.

But what caught Wu Feng's attention were several posts discussing "games reflecting reality".

"It's confirmed! The basic boxing techniques you learn in the game can actually be used in real life!"

"It's not a hallucination! I practiced internal energy for three days, and my sleep quality has improved significantly! I think I can even feel the energy again."

"Have you noticed that your body feels better after playing this game? Or that you're a bit stronger?"

Wu Feng clicked in and took a look.

The posters described in detail their process of learning and practicing martial arts in the game, as well as the feeling of being able to vaguely reproduce some of the movements and power exertion methods in reality after exiting the game.

Although the effect is far less than in a game, the clear sense of memory that comes from learning something is undeniable.

The replies below were all in agreement.

"+1, now I can even practice swordplay with a broom!"

"I'm practicing basic leg techniques, and yesterday I kicked a soda can, and I felt like my power came out much smoother!"

"This game definitely has some cutting-edge technology! Neural connections can not only read, but also write?"

Wu Feng looked on, understanding dawning on his mind.

It seems he's not the only one who feels this way.

The muscle memory, power exertion techniques, and breathing rhythm imprinted through repeated practice in games can indeed be reflected in the real body to some extent.

Although the effect is still very weak at present, it does exist.

The game's potential is greater than he imagined.

He browsed other posts, most of which were just pointless complaints or boasts.

Some complained that the bandits in the wild were too strong, and they got killed without warning, losing their money, their martial arts level, and their registration was reset to zero, which was heartbreaking.

Some people boasted that they had finally saved enough money to buy a horse and proudly took photos everywhere.

There were also posts calling for teammates to explore a certain secret cave.

After watching for a while, the dishes arrived.

Wu Feng put away his phone, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat heartily.

Real-life meals always offer a special comfort to the mental fatigue brought on by the virtual world.

After eating and drinking to our hearts' content, we paid the bill and left.

Back at my accommodation, I took a hot shower to wash away all my fatigue.

After changing into clean pajamas, he lay back down in the gaming pod.

The hatch closed, and consciousness sank in.

In the game world, night has fallen.

Wu Feng opened his eyes in his simple little house.

The flickering oil lamp cast his shadow on the wall.

Without any delay, he sat cross-legged on the bed.

Concentrate and calm your mind.

The Great Perfection of the Wudang Mind Method quietly began to operate.

The pure and peaceful Wudang Qi surged from the dantian and began to circulate throughout the body along the familiar meridian routes.

Each breath, deep and resonant.

True Qi flows like a stream, growing stronger and more solid with each cycle.

Just after dawn, Wu Feng pushed open the door.

The morning mist in the mountains had not completely dissipated, clinging damply to the pine needles and eaves.

He took a deep breath of the crisp air, straightened his slightly wrinkled blue Taoist robe, and walked towards the Jingxin Hall along the cobblestone path, which was slightly damp with dew.

Today is the internal martial arts lesson, personally taught by Master Song Yuanqiao. We must not be late.

Jingxintang

When Wu Feng reached the door, he noticed that things were different from usual.

On the originally empty floor of the hall, dozens of futons were neatly arranged, and many third-generation disciples were sitting quietly on them, closing their eyes to rest. No one was talking, and the atmosphere was serene.

He walked in quietly, his gaze sweeping over the area.

The prayer cushions were arranged in an orderly fashion, with the first few rows already full and a few people scattered around the back.

Song Qingshu sat in the center of the front row, his back straight and his expression focused.

Wu Feng didn't move forward. Instead, he found an empty futon at the back and sat down cross-legged, imitating the others.