Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

"Just wondering, how do I apply to leave the mountain? I've been chopping wood at the Qingcheng Sect for two days now, and I want to go out and fight some monsters to clear my head, but the senior brother in charge said I haven't made any contributions and am not qualified to leave?"

"Upstairs, I'm in a worse situation than you. I was in the Iron Palm Clan, and I secretly ran away once. I was caught by the enforcement disciples, and they docked three months' wages, making me work for free for three months. My martial arts proficiency also dropped! They said I left the mountain without permission and disregarded the sect rules!"

"It's all the same! Our sect leader said that anyone who leaves the mountain without permission is considered a deserter! At best, they'll be stripped of their martial arts and expelled from the sect; at worst... they'll be expelled from the sect!"

"Clean house? Do games really kill players?"

"Heh, what did you think? One of our buddies didn't believe in the superstition, thinking that dying only meant losing some experience and equipment, so he just forcibly left the guild and ran away. And guess what? The system immediately gave him the permanent title of 'Traitor of XX Sect,' and not long after leaving the sect, he was caught up by a group of law enforcement NPCs and killed on the spot! After resurrecting in the newbie village, all the martial arts he learned from that sect were gone, his basic martial arts proficiency dropped by one level, and his level dropped back to 1! He's back to square one overnight!"

Upon seeing this, Wu Feng paused, a look of understanding flashing in his eyes.

"So that's how it is... There's also the mechanism of qualifications to go down the mountain and traitors." He muttered to himself.

Those players who join a sect may seem to have a powerful backer, but in reality, they are also bound by invisible shackles.

A sect is not an inn where you can come and go as you please.

Having received the inheritance and protection, one must abide by the rules and fulfill one's obligations.

Want freedom? Sure, but you have to work hard to gain experience and make contributions to earn permission to go down the mountain for training.

Either be prepared to bear the consequences of defection.

"With things done this way, it's really not as carefree as some independent martial arts practitioners without any sects or factions." Wu Feng couldn't help but curl his lips as he watched.

Although independent cultivators lack systematic martial arts inheritance and sect protection, and have to figure out how to fight monsters and do quests on their own, they have the advantage of freedom, with a vast world to go wherever they want.

"So it's really not easy for players to follow the typical path of defecting from one sect, changing their identity, joining another, and learning all the martial arts in the world."

He continued browsing the related discussions.

Unless one is strong enough to ignore the pursuit of other sects, or has special means of concealment or disguise, being labeled a traitor of a certain sect is like a lantern in the dark. Wherever one goes, they will be closely watched by NPCs from their original sect, and may even incur the hostility of other righteous sects.

Want to change allegiance? It's as difficult as climbing to the sky.

"They dare to defect? ​​They really dare to clean house." Wu Feng shook his head.

The NPC factions and rules in this game are clearly not just for show.

They constitute a relatively realistic ecosystem of the martial arts world, with a strict order and punishment mechanisms.

"So, those sect traitors who can roam freely and have a good reputation in the martial arts world are probably all quite powerful." His thoughts wandered.

That weak traitor will probably be eliminated before he even leaves the mountain gate; he won't live long enough to make a name for himself.

Those who survive and even make a name for themselves are definitely tough guys.

As he was thinking, some familiar names suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Speaking of which, many sects have notorious traitors..." Especially Shaolin Temple, which can be called a major producer of traitors.

He remembered several of them.

"Fireworker Monk..." Wu Feng murmured the name. This guy was quite a formidable figure. Unable to bear the humiliation, he secretly learned Shaolin's secret techniques, betrayed Shaolin, and apparently even learned the Nine Yang Divine Skill, founding the Vajra Sect?

Their strength is absolutely top-notch, or even above average.

"Traitors of this caliber probably possess the top-tier skills of their original sects." Wu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and tapped his fingers unconsciously on the table.

If I go down the mountain to train in the future and become strong enough, could I... actively seek out and challenge these powerful wild traitor NPCs?

If we kill them, is there a chance that they will drop high-level martial arts manuals?

This is more targeted and potentially more rewarding than waiting for a chance encounter and trying your luck in the vast world to find a secret manual.

Of course, the prerequisite is that you have the ability to kill them. Otherwise, you're just sending yourself to your death.

As soon as this thought crossed Wu Feng's mind, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly. He felt that there seemed to be another branch worth exploring on his future path in the martial arts world.

"Interesting." He chuckled softly, locked his phone, and put it aside.

The food on the table was almost gone, my stomach was full, and my mind was much more active thanks to the information I had just received.

He asked the waiter to settle the bill and got up to leave the noisy little restaurant.

The cool night breeze made my thoughts clearer.

He didn't linger. After taking a walk to digest his food, he went straight back to his residence, took a quick shower, and washed away his fatigue.

I changed into clean pajamas and lay down in that familiar gaming pod once again.

The hatch closed, darkness descended, and consciousness was rapidly stripped of reality as if sinking to the bottom of water.

A faint light appeared before my eyes, and the scene of that simple yet quiet little house in the game world gradually became clear.

The oil lamp was small and dim, casting a yellowish light.

Wu Feng sat cross-legged on the hard bed and quietly recalled the information he had just seen on the forum.

In this world of clear yet ruthless rules, strength is the foundation of everything.

Only those with strength can gain status and freedom within a sect;

Only with strength can we cope with potential crises;

Only those with strength are qualified to scheme for opportunities to master advanced martial arts.

He cleared his mind of all distractions and focused his attention completely on his dantian.

The strange vortex, barely perceptible yet subtly resonating with its surroundings, began to slowly rotate along its mysterious and complex path as he directed it with his will.

Compared to the initial awkwardness and unfamiliarity of last night's practice, tonight's was noticeably smoother.

On the one hand, they are becoming more and more familiar with the training methods.

The pure intention guides the subtle yet extraordinary true energy, traversing through hidden and crucial meridians.

Wherever true energy passes, there is an indescribable feeling.

It was as if one's own presence was gradually achieving a subtle harmony with the air in the cabin, the glow of the oil lamp, the texture of the wooden bed, and the faint chirping of insects outside the window.

In this state, his perception of the outside world becomes exceptionally acute, yet he remains exceptionally calm.

The mind feels as if it is floating in a warm ocean, with very low energy consumption and extremely fast recovery.

[Harmony with the World Proficiency +336.]

[Harmony with the World Proficiency +336.]

With each cycle of the heavens and earth, the faint vortex of energy solidifies and grows stronger, deepening the sense of harmony between heaven and earth.

Time flew by in this state of complete absorption in meditation.

[System Notification: Congratulations! Your "Harmony with the World" technique has broken through to the Proficient level! Inner Strength +30, Constitution +20, True Qi Limit +800, True Qi Recovery Speed ​​+40%, and a slight increase in perception and affinity with the primordial energy of heaven and earth.]

The night outside the window gradually faded, and the first rays of dawn quietly seeped through the edge of the dark blue sky.

Just before the morning bell of Maoshi (5-7 AM) was about to ring atop Wudang Mountain in the distance, the "Harmony with the World" true energy circulating within Wu Feng's body became even more fluid and unhindered, flowing without any obstruction, embodying a sense of perfect harmony with the surrounding environment!

Within the dantian, the vortex of energy remained pale in color, yet it solidified like a hazy jade light, rotating steadily and radiating a tranquil and vast aura.

Wu Feng slowly finished his practice and opened his eyes.

His eyes shone brightly, yet remained calm and composed, without any hint of intimidation.

He felt clear-headed and refreshed, as if he had experienced a deep sleep or had a silent conversation with the world.

The total amount of true qi in the body increased dramatically. More importantly, the quality of true qi seemed to have undergone some subtle change, making it easier to circulate and reducing its consumption.

【Harmony with the World (Proficient 67236/150000)】

He glanced at the skill bar, which showed a requirement of 150,000 for minor mastery. "I'm proficient... I still have over 67,000 proficiency points left. It will take two days to reach minor mastery."

First-class special internal skills require gradual and patient cultivation; they cannot be rushed.

"Clang... clang... clang..."

Just then, the melodious morning bell pierced through the mountain mist and rang precisely, announcing the start of a new day.

Wu Feng nimbly rolled out of bed, splashed cold water on his face, straightened his blue Taoist robe, and pushed open the door.

A crisp, refreshing morning air wafts in from the mountains, carrying the scent of dew and the awakening of vegetation.

He took a deep breath and walked steadily toward the training ground, his mind at peace.

Cultivation, eating, more cultivation—life remains simple and repetitive.