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Sweat gradually seeped out, soaking his inner shirt. His arms ached from continuously controlling that unique soft strength, but his breathing remained steady. The Wudang Nine Yang Skill circulated, nourishing his depleted physical and mental energy.

Time slips away quietly in the monotonous repetition.

The sun gradually rose higher and then slowly passed its zenith.

Two hours passed in this monotonous scene of swordplay and sweat.

When Wu Feng completed over a hundred complete sword routines, sheathed his sword, stood up, and exhaled a long breath, the numbers in his skill bar finally broke through that critical point:

【Wudang Tai Chi Sword (Proficiency 52/80000)】

A breakthrough! From beginner to expert.

In that instant, a sense of enlightenment, far clearer and deeper than when I first started, surged into my heart!

The fragments of sword principles that were previously somewhat vague in my mind seemed to be connected and integrated by an invisible force.

The understanding of soft power no longer stays on the surface, but touches its essence of being soft yet firm, and overcoming strength with weakness;

The application of coiling force is no longer a clumsy imitation; it begins to have a preliminary feeling of being as fine as silk threads, sticky and inseparable.

More importantly, he truly understood what it means to leverage external forces and what it means to deflect them.

As his sword movements flowed, he seemed to be able to sense the resistance of the faint airflow in the air, and through extremely subtle flicks and angle adjustments of his wrist, he could redirect this resistance and incorporate it into the next sword move.

Although this was only a preliminary experience and far from the true meaning of using minimal force to overcome great strength, the strange feeling of being able to use force against one's own will, even though it was not his own, invigorated him.

"This is truly the beginning of Tai Chi swordplay." Wu Feng gripped the hilt, a glimmer of understanding flashing in his eyes. Before, his initial understanding was merely memorizing the form and learning the basic energy flow. But now, with proficiency, he had truly grasped the threshold of the core essence of this swordplay.

He couldn't wait to look at the skill panel, wanting to see the specific bonuses from the proficiency level.

[Wudang Tai Chi Sword (Proficient). Arm Strength +35, Constitution +25, Agility +20. When using sword-type weapons, damage is increased by 25%, and it has a preliminary "guide" and "neutralize" effect on enemy force. Additional effect "Resilience": When the sword is attacked, it can absorb a small amount of impact force and convert it into part of the force of the next strike.]

"Just at the proficiency level, the attribute bonuses are already this terrifying?" Wu Feng was shocked as he looked at the newly added arm strength, constitution, agility, and the seemingly practical resilience effect.

This is just the beginning! There are still stages of proficiency, mastery, perfection, and ultimate perfection to come!

He then looked at the next level—the proficiency required for minor mastery: 80000 points.

His lips twitched involuntarily.

"This is outrageous," he muttered under his breath. It takes 80,000 skill points to progress from proficient to intermediate mastery.

At the current rate of gaining 252 points per swing, it would take more than 300 sword swings! And this is only a minor advancement.

"I really don't know how long it will take to master this Tai Chi sword technique." He shook his head, somewhat helplessly.

But then, my heart was filled with a strong sense of anticipation.

However, the attribute boosts from top-tier martial arts are truly astonishing. Even just reaching the proficiency level provides a terrifyingly large increase.

I'm really looking forward to reaching the Great Perfection realm and seeing how much of a boost I'll get.

This huge investment obviously corresponds to a huge return.

Thinking about this, the frustration caused by the astonishing skill requirement subsided considerably, replaced by a sense of anticipation.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his distracting thoughts, and raised his sword again.

Now that we see hope, let's keep practicing!

The sword light rose again, its movement smooth and graceful.

Unbeknownst to him, on the other side of the bamboo forest, on a slightly higher hillside, an elderly man in a gray Taoist robe, with white hair and a youthful face, had quietly stood there, his hands behind his back, calmly watching him practice his sword.

The old man's eyes were gentle as he watched the blue-robed disciple below patiently repeating the gentle sword path over and over again on the open ground, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"This boy's talent is indeed astonishing." Zhang Sanfeng murmured to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it. "He has mastered the Tai Chi sword technique to such a proficient level in such a short time."

He saw it clearly. Wu Feng's swordsmanship at this moment was beginning to show signs of perfection. Although his application of the soft and coiling forces was still immature, he had already grasped their essence. In particular, his ability to calm his mind and endure the tedium was rare.

"This diligence and comprehension alone are enough to surpass most disciples." Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly, a hint of appreciation in his eyes. "This person seems to be a martial arts fanatic as well."

Seeing Wu Feng's completely absorbed and absorbed state, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but think of his own youth.

Back then, he was the same way. Once he learned a new martial art or gained some insight, he would immerse himself in it, studying and practicing day and night, never giving up until he understood it and practiced it until he was proficient.

Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on his lips, as if he were seeing a reflection of himself from back then.

He didn't make a sound to disturb them, just stood quietly on the hillside, as if he had blended into the surrounding bamboo forest and mountain scenery, his breath long and peaceful, as if he didn't exist, just silently observing.

Wu Feng below was completely unaware of this. He was completely immersed in the world of swordsmanship, his clothes soaked with sweat time and time again, only to be dried by the mountain wind each time.

He simply kept adjusting and optimizing, trying to more firmly integrate the subtle feeling of borrowing and deflecting force that he had just grasped into every swing of his sword.

As the sun dips westward, the light in the bamboo grove softens.

As the evening bells drifted from the mountaintop, penetrating the bamboo forest, Wu Feng finally slowed down his momentum.

He sheathed his iron-slaying sword, wiped the sweat from his brow, and let out a long sigh of relief.

After a whole afternoon of hard practice, his proficiency had improved considerably. Although he was still far from mastering the basics, the feeling of gradually increasing control over his swordsmanship made him feel that his efforts were worthwhile.

He stretched his slightly sore arms, then turned and walked towards the dining hall. It was time for dinner.

On the hillside, Zhang Sanfeng watched the figure in blue disappear at the end of the bamboo path and nodded slightly.

"Not bad, you're willing to put in the hard work," the old Taoist said in a low voice, his tone full of approval.

Then, with a slight movement, he vanished silently from the hillside, as if he had never been there.

When Wu Feng arrived at the dining hall, many disciples who had finished their day's cultivation were already seated inside.

Dinner was still a light vegetarian meal, but with the addition of several seasonal vegetables, making it look refreshing and delicious.

He finished eating quietly, replenishing his depleted hunger, and then went straight back to his hut.

Close the door and light the oil lamp.

Without hesitation, I chose to exit the game.

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

A familiar feeling of hunger and a slight sense of mental fatigue washed over me.

Wu Feng sat up, rubbed his temples, changed his clothes, and went out.

He walked confidently to his usual small restaurant.

The shop isn't big, but it's clean and tidy. The owner is a good cook, and the prices are reasonable.

He found a seat in the back, picked up the menu, and ordered a few of his usual stir-fries: twice-cooked pork, hot and sour shredded potatoes, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, a large bowl of rice, and finally a tomato and egg soup.

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

A quick glance at the latest acquisition information shows that the gold price is still 135 yuan per 100 wen, the same as yesterday, neither rising nor falling.

"Things have stabilized for now," Wu Feng thought. The surge in gold prices at the beginning of the server launch seemed to have slowed down, entering a period of stability.

That's normal; the market always needs time to digest the changes.

However, in the long run, as players' overall strength and spending power increase, and with the potential opening of new gameplay features, the price of gold will likely continue to rise slowly.

After leaving the group chat, he casually opened the official forum app for "Jianghu Dream".

The homepage is still bustling with activity, with various posts scrolling by at breakneck speed.

Some people were showing off their loot, some were asking for help with quests, some were sharing screenshots of scenic views, and some were arguing and hurling insults at each other.

Wu Feng quickly browsed through the pages, his gaze suddenly drawn to a headline:

[Useful Tips! A Stable Method for Improving Comprehension Has Been Found Through Testing!]