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Time flies by in the silent practice.

Inside the meditation hall, only the sound of long, steady breathing could be heard.

Most disciples are still struggling to find the basics of the Nine Yang Skill, and their progress is slow.

Occasionally, someone would stumble and become slightly out of breath, their face turning red, and they would have to stop to adjust.

Wu Feng, sitting in the back row, exuded an increasingly deep and profound aura.

His face was calm, even faintly glowing with a warm luster, a sign that the Nine Yang True Qi was beginning to form and nourishing his body.

The speed at which internal energy is converted is getting faster and faster, and the proficiency bar is also advancing rapidly.

As the sun rose higher and the morning light shone through the window, casting bright spots of light on the bluestone floor, Wu Feng completed what was then his hundredth cycle of the celestial sphere.

Within the dantian, nearly half of the original true qi, which was mainly based on the Wudang mental cultivation method, has been transformed into the more refined and yang-like Nine Yang True Qi.

The two internal forces, though of the same origin but different nature, coexisted harmoniously, transforming and nourishing each other, making him feel an unprecedented abundance and fluidity of his internal energy.

In the skill bar, the number after 【Wudang Nine Yang Skill】 has finally crossed a certain threshold:

【Wudang Nine Yang Skill (Proficient 52/40000)】

Breakthrough.

From beginner to expert.

At this time, the morning classes had not yet ended.

Song Yuanqiao, who had been sitting on the futon in front, seemingly resting with his eyes closed but actually sensing the cultivation of the disciples in the hall with his qi, suddenly opened his eyes.

A hint of undisguised surprise flashed in his gentle and calm eyes, and his gaze landed precisely on Wu Feng's position in the back row.

Although Wu Feng deliberately concealed his aura, under the perception of an expert like Song Yuanqiao, the Nine Yang True Qi fluctuations, which were different from those of ordinary disciples and already quite substantial, as well as the steadily and rapidly increasing intensity of his inner energy, were still as obvious as a candle flame in the dark.

"This kid..." Song Yuanqiao was shocked. "He's actually practicing internal energy this fast?"

He knew that Wu Feng had an astonishing talent for external martial arts, but he never expected that his internal martial arts cultivation could also progress so rapidly.

In just one morning class, he mastered the second-rate internal skill "Wudang Nine Yang Skill" from beginner to proficient level.

This can no longer be described as mere talent. It's simply... defying all reason.

Song Yuanqiao had seen many martial arts prodigies, including the seven of them, who were all exceptionally talented in their youth.

Even they, under the personal guidance of their master Zhang Sanfeng, spent several months practicing the Nine Yang Skill until they were proficient.

Wu Feng went from being familiar with the technique to becoming proficient in just one morning.

He silently watched the serene figure in blue cultivating, his surprise gradually turning into a complex contemplation.

Mixed within it were joy, anticipation, and a faint sense of helplessness towards his monstrous talent that even he himself was unaware of.

"What terrifying talent..." Song Yuanqiao murmured to himself. "At this rate, I'm afraid it won't be long before he's learned and even mastered all the basic and advanced martial arts that the sect can teach."

He seemed to see that in the near future, this newly initiated disciple would rapidly deplete the martial arts reserves that the third-generation disciples of Wudang, and even some of the second-generation disciples, could pass on at an astonishing speed.

Shaking his head, Song Yuanqiao withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes again, and his face returned to its usual calm.

However, the turmoil in my heart lingered for a long time.

Inside the hall, Wu Feng was completely unaware of Song Yuanqiao's gaze and inner thoughts.

He was immersed in the pleasure of the steady increase of the Nine Yang True Qi, feeling the power in his body grow little by little, and his meridians becoming more and more resilient and unobstructed under the nourishment of the Yang Qi.

The morning bell finally rang out, echoing through the mountains.

Wu Feng slowly finished his practice, exhaling a long breath that carried a barely perceptible warmth.

The echoes of the morning bell still reverberated through the mountains as the disciples in the meditation hall rose one after another from their prayer cushions.

Some people had happy expressions, clearly having gained something from the Nine Yang Skill; while many others had slightly furrowed brows, looking as if they understood but didn't quite grasp it and still needed to ponder it.

Wu Feng also stood up and stretched his legs, which had become numb from sitting cross-legged.

The Nine Yang True Qi within his dantian had begun to take shape, circulating warmly and making him feel exceptionally energetic.

The disciples walked out of the hall in twos and threes, exchanging their experiences from the cultivation just now in hushed tones.

Wu Feng mingled in the crowd and also headed towards the dining hall.

As he passed by, he noticed a gaze fixed on him.

It is Song Yuanqiao.

The master remained seated on the futon, his gentle gaze sweeping over the departing disciples, pausing briefly on Wu Feng.

But that was all. Song Yuanqiao didn't call out to him, but simply nodded slightly and looked away.

Wu Feng felt a slight stirring in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged as he followed the flow of people out of the Tranquil Hall.

A mountain breeze caressed my face, carrying the scent of morning dew and pine needles.

"It is estimated that the most important top-level martial arts of Wudang require a second-rate martial arts mastery to reach perfection before they can be cultivated."

Wu Feng recalled a few words that Song Yuanqiao had vaguely mentioned before: "It is best to lay a solid foundation."

He understood this principle. Many advanced martial arts skills in the game have prerequisites, such as reaching a certain level in a basic martial art, meeting certain attribute requirements, or completing certain tasks.

The Wudang sect, a prestigious and orthodox school with a well-established lineage, is likely even more so.

Want to learn those sect's ultimate techniques? You'll have to master your advanced martial arts first.

He wasn't in a hurry. With his extraordinary talent, it was just a matter of spending more time to perfect or even fully master second-rate martial arts.

When we arrived at the dining hall, there were already quite a few people sitting inside.

Breakfast today was still white porridge, steamed buns, and a few dishes of pickled vegetables, but it seemed that many disciples had a good appetite because they had just finished practicing their internal energy cultivation. The waiters serving the food were so busy that they didn't have time to rest.

Wu Feng also took a portion, found a corner against the wall to sit down, and slowly began to eat.

The porridge was thick, the steamed buns were soft, and the pickled vegetables were refreshing.

The virtual taste feedback was very realistic. The hot porridge dispelled the chill of the mountain in the early morning and also allowed the hunger level, which had been slightly depleted due to cultivation, to steadily recover.

After finishing his meal, he didn't go straight to the training ground as usual.

"I practiced internal energy in the morning class, and my muscles and bones are a bit stiff." Wu Feng thought to himself as he walked towards the familiar bamboo forest clearing behind the mountain.

You can continue practicing Nine Yang Gong during your evening rest. You should still stretch your muscles and bones in the morning.

The exaggerated proficiency with Tai Chi sword is still there, so I'll take advantage of my high energy in the morning to practice it a bit more.

Walk along the cobblestone path and enter the bamboo grove. The morning sunlight filters through the bamboo leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of bamboo leaves and the moist aroma of earth, creating an extremely tranquil atmosphere.

Walking to the center of the open space, Wu Feng took out the Iron-Cutting Sword from behind his back—using a real sword to practice Tai Chi sword feels better than using a wooden sword, although the sword moves were still soft at this moment.

Stand still, close your eyes, and regulate your breathing.

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

Yesterday I practiced until I reached the basics, and I have memorized those seemingly simple and gentle sword strokes.

What we need to do today is to build on this foundation and delve deeper into the transformations of softness, coiling, and neutralizing force, as well as the subtle coordination of breathing, footwork, and sword posture.

He begins by turning his sword along with his body.

The movements remained unhurried, the arc drawn by the sword tip was soft and gentle.

But upon closer observation, one can see that every subtle tremor of his wrist, every twist of his waist and hips, and every change in the depth of his breathing begin to resonate subtly with the sword's momentum.

It's no longer about simply imitating the appearance, but about trying to incorporate meaning into it.

Once, twice, three times...

He was completely immersed in the world of swordsmanship. The rustling of bamboo leaves around him and the faint chirping of birds in the distance seemed to gradually fade away.

The only clear sounds were the faint slicing of the sword cutting through the air, the warmth of the internal energy flowing with the sword's power, and the steadily fluctuating proficiency indicator at the edge of his vision.

[Wudang Tai Chi Sword Proficiency +252.]

【Wudang Tai Chi Sword (Beginner Level 12600/50000)】

[Wudang Tai Chi Sword (Beginner Level 15120/50000)]...

The bamboo forest clearing was extremely secluded and rarely visited by people.

Wu Feng remained focused, repeatedly practicing those seemingly simple yet infinitely profound sword techniques.