Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

Enhance comprehension?

A thought struck him. He had considered this before; there must be ways to improve basic attributes in the game, especially attributes like comprehension, which have a huge impact.

With a tap of my finger, the post opened.

Then his lips twitched—this post was actually paid! It cost 10 yuan to view the full content.

"Seriously... they're everywhere." Wu Feng was speechless. But thinking that he did need this kind of information, and ten yuan wasn't much, he still clicked to pay.

The content that loads is not long.

The original poster succinctly stated: In private schools in major towns and cities, one could pay tuition to learn the skills of "literacy" and classic works such as the "Three Character Classic," "Thousand Character Classic," "Analects," and "Mencius" from a teacher.

By studying these books and mastering each one to a high level, you can permanently increase your comprehension attribute by 1-3 points.

The degree of improvement is related to the difficulty of the books and the depth of learning.

But then the poster complained: The tuition is very expensive!

A single lesson could cost hundreds of coins or even a tael of silver, and to truly master a book, one needed to attend lessons repeatedly, memorize, and understand it, which took an extremely long time and cost an astonishing amount of money.

It's a bottomless pit of money.

The thread below has been flooded with replies, filled with lamentations and complaints:

"I have to attend classes even when I'm in a game??? Game designer, come out here, let's have a talk about life!"

"A survivor of the nine-year compulsory education system, I never imagined I'd be forced to learn classical Chinese in a game... Heavens above!"

"I tried it out, listened to the Master talk about the Three Character Classic for half an hour, and almost fell asleep. My comprehension increased by 0. Damn it!"

"This thing is really only for the rich, right? Where do ordinary players get so much money and time to spend in private tutoring?"

"Comprehension +1, costing five taels of silver... The cost-effectiveness is outrageously low. But there's no way around it, this attribute is too important."

"OP is a good person. Although the method is terrible, at least I know the way. I'm going to go work and save up for tuition now..."

Wu Feng was both amused and exasperated by these replies.

Attending a private school, learning classical Chinese, improving one's comprehension... This game design is truly addictive.

But despite his complaints, he had to admit that this was indeed the right path.

Comprehension directly affects the speed at which proficiency is gained; it's a fundamental attribute that no one would complain about having too high a comprehension level.

The stronger your foundation, the easier it will be to learn advanced martial arts and improve your strength later on.

"However, this is the foundation. The higher the foundation, the more comfortable it will be to play later," Wu Feng thought to himself.

Seeing this, I'm starting to feel like visiting the private schools in the towns below.

There must be private schools in Wudang Town. Go and listen to a class, even if it's just to learn something basic like the "Three Character Classic" or the "Thousand Character Classic," it would be good to improve your comprehension.

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he stopped.

Going to a private school costs money and takes up a lot of time.

There were still several dozen taels of silver in the backpack, but that was for emergencies.

Do you lack time? Absolutely. Tai Chi sword and Nine Yang Skill both require a massive amount of time to practice.

"Going back and forth like this will waste a lot of time on making money and commuting," Wu Feng frowned.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in his mind.

Zhang Cuishan... seems to be a Taoist priest who likes calligraphy? I remember in the original story he even gained enlightenment about martial arts from calligraphy.

Wu Feng narrowed his eyes. Could there be books he could study with? Or perhaps... he himself was well-versed in literature?

If we could borrow books from Zhang Cuishan or get some guidance, wouldn't we be able to save the huge expense and time of attending a private school?

Once the thought came to mind, I couldn't suppress it.

"I can give it a try," Wu Feng decided. "Otherwise, I'll have to spend time fighting monsters to earn the money I would have spent going to private school. If I can learn on my own, I can save a lot of money."

Just then, the waiter brought over the steaming hot food.

The twice-cooked pork is glossy and fragrant, the shredded potatoes are tangy and spicy, the seasonal vegetables are fresh and green, and the tomato and egg soup is steaming hot.

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

The food in real life tasted delicious and quickly filled my empty stomach, while also dispelling some of my mental fatigue.

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

Back at my accommodation, I quickly took a hot shower to wash away the sweat and 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 on the bed in his small hut. The oil lamp flame flickered.

Although I thought of going to find Zhang Cuishan, it was already late at night in the game.

"Visiting someone so late at night is not appropriate," Wu Feng thought to himself.

Although Wudang is a martial arts sect, it still values ​​etiquette. It would be disrespectful to disturb one's elders late at night.

"As for finding Zhang Cuishan, we can only wait until tomorrow."

He suppressed his thoughts and sat cross-legged.

"Let's use the nights to practice our internal energy."

Concentrate and calm your mind.

The perfected "Wudang Heart Sutra" and the already proficient "Wudang Nine Yang Skill" were quietly operating simultaneously.

The pure and peaceful Wudang mental cultivation qi serves as the foundation and harmonizer, while the more yang and profound Nine Yang Qi begins to circulate in the more complex meridian pathways. With each cycle, it grows stronger and more solid, while simultaneously transforming more mental cultivation qi into the same Nine Yang attribute.

Within his dantian, the golden-red vortex rotated and expanded at a steady pace.

[Wudang Nine Yang Skill Proficiency +252.]

【Wudang Nine Yang Skill (Proficient 1260/40000)】

[Wudang Nine Yang Skill (Minor Success Level 52/60000)]...

Time flies by in silent cultivation.

Outside the window, the night was as thick as ink, and the stars and moon were gradually disappearing.

Just moments before the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness atop the distant mountain peaks, and before the hourly bells of dawn were about to toll—

Wu Feng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, suddenly felt a slight tremor in his aura.

The Nine Yang True Qi surging within his body seemed to break through some invisible shackle, and its trajectory suddenly became smoother and more natural. The quality and quantity of the True Qi simultaneously leaped to a new level!

The vortex of energy in his dantian suddenly contracted inward, then expanded dramatically, its color becoming more solid and profound. The intense yang energy filled his limbs and bones, even giving his skin a faint golden-red glow.

【Wudang Nine Yang Skill (Mastery 1/80000)】

Breakthrough.

From the minor success of last night, through a night of arduous practice, one can directly enter the realm of great success.

Just then, "Clang... clang... clang..."

The melodious and clear morning bell pierces the silence of dawn precisely on time, resounding throughout the Wudang Mountains.

A new day begins.

As dawn broke, a heavy, damp morning mist enveloped the mountains.

Wu Feng pushed open the door, and a gust of cold, damp steam rushed out.

The bluestone path and the surrounding vegetation were covered with a fine layer of water droplets, making it somewhat slippery to walk on.

He tightened his blue Taoist robe and walked towards the training ground.

The fog was thicker than usual, and visibility was low.

The houses and trees in the distance are now just blurry outlines, as if they were immersed in a traditional Chinese ink painting.

When they arrived at the training ground, many disciples had already gathered there, but they were all indistinct and their faces were not clearly visible.

The crowd stood quietly in the thin mist, waiting for the morning classes to begin.

Wu Feng also found a spot to stand, where he could hear the soft breathing of the people around him and the rustling of clothes.

In addition to moisture, the air was filled with the fresh scent of damp earth and grass.

He stood there quietly, waiting patiently. Time passed slowly, and the eastern sky gradually changed from deep blue to a pale white.

Finally, a ray of golden-red sunlight struggled to pierce through the thick fog, stabbing into the arena like a sharp sword.

As if dispersed by this ray of sunlight, the fog on the field began to visibly thin, flow, and dissipate.

The surrounding scenery gradually became clearer—the wet bluestone floor reflected the light, the wooden swords and spears on the weapon rack were clearly outlined, and the figures of his fellow disciples also became clearer from the hazy image.

Just as the fog had almost dissipated, a steady footstep sounded from the sidelines.

A tall, stern-faced, middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a dark blue robe befitting a second-generation disciple walked unhurriedly to the front of the crowd and stood still.

His eyes were sharp, and when he looked over, he exuded an aura of authority without being angry.

"Second Martial Uncle." All the disciples bowed in unison, their voices in perfect unison. Wu Feng also followed suit, clasping his hands in greeting.

Yu Lianzhou nodded slightly in response. His gaze swept across the room.

"Today, I will continue to teach you the 'Mountain-Shaking Iron Palm'," Yu Lianzhou said, his voice deep and resonant, with a metallic quality. "Watch closely."

After he finished speaking, he said no more and immediately got into a fighting stance.

Although this second martial uncle also wore a sword at his waist, everyone in Wudang knew that Yu Lianzhou was most proficient in fist and palm techniques.

Yu Lianzhou slowly raised both palms, his palms slightly concave and his knuckles clearly defined.

The starting stance is not flashy, but it has a calm and imposing aura.

Immediately afterwards, he pushed his left palm forward flatly. The movement seemed slow, but the wind from his palm was already present, and a low whistling sound echoed in the air.

His right palm then rose from the lower diagonal, drawing a powerful arc, the edge of his palm cutting through the air with a subtle whistling sound.

Push, slap, press, chop, flick, collide... one palm strike after another, the moves are simple and direct, yet they fully demonstrate the characteristics of powerful, deep, and swift force.

Especially the imagery of those iron palms—as if the palms were truly forged from fine iron, indestructible, with each strike containing terrifying power capable of splitting stone and shattering monuments.