Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

The next morning, the mountain mist had not yet dissipated, and the crisp air was damp with dew.

Wu Feng walked along the slightly damp bluestone path to the training ground.

Many third-generation disciples had already gathered on the field, their blue Taoist robes appearing and disappearing in the thin mist.

He walked to the end of the line and stood still, waiting quietly.

Not long after, a steady sound of footsteps came.

The sixth master was still wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, with a stern face and sharp eyes.

He walked to the front of the crowd, his gaze sweeping across them like cold stars, and the room fell silent.

"Today we will continue teaching the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate." Yin Liting spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, his tone flat, revealing no emotion.

After saying that, he stopped talking and walked directly to the open space in the middle of the field, where he drew the slender sword from his waist.

Start with a thrust.

The sword flashed like lightning, disappearing in an instant.

Then came the second sword, the third sword... thirteen different angles, forces, and speeds of thrusting, all concise, sharp, and precise, targeting the Shenmen acupoint on the wrist, pursuing the ultimate effect of breaking through enemy lines.

Wu Feng watched quietly. His "Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate" had already reached perfection, but watching Yin Liting practice now, he still gained insights into many subtle techniques of force exertion, eye lock-on, and breath coordination.

"It seems the teaching method is indeed fixed," Wu Feng thought to himself.

Yin Liting taught the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate, Yu Lianzhou taught the Iron Palm of Shaking Mountains, Zhang Cuishan taught the Soft Sword of Circling Finger, Mo Shenggu taught the Cloud Ladder Leap, Yu Daiyan taught the Mysterious Knife Technique, Zhang Songxi taught the Tiger Claw Hand, and Song Yuanqiao taught internal skills regularly.

Each second-generation disciple is responsible for one or several fixed advanced martial arts techniques, which are taught in rotation during morning classes.

As for more advanced martial arts, such as Tai Chi sword, they are clearly not within the scope of this public teaching.

Yin Liting also taught Tai Chi sword before, but that was a private, one-on-one instruction, a kind of trigger-based teaching.

The probability of this triggering is hard to say; it probably requires certain conditions to be met.

For example, one might have reached a certain level in martial arts, or possess high comprehension, or happen to be favored by their martial uncle.

He glanced at the other disciples on the field.

Most people are still trying to imitate Yin Liting's thrusting movements, but the trajectory is erratic and the force is scattered. Few can even make a similar resemblance, let alone grasp the essence of it.

"Just follow along and practice honestly." Wu Feng withdrew his gaze, picked up a wooden sword, and began to practice in a serious manner.

The movements were not fast, but each thrust followed a straight trajectory, with the force concentrated at a single point.

Although he has no more room for improvement, it is necessary to maintain this serious attitude towards practice.

If they find them agreeable, these senior uncles will offer some guidance.

If you can't learn it, then practice the martial arts you've already learned diligently.

The morning class ended with a monotonous whooshing sound.

Yin Liting sheathed his sword, coldly tossed out the words "Consolidate your own strength," and turned to leave.

Wu Feng put down his wooden sword and followed the crowd toward the dining hall.

Breakfast was still white porridge, steamed buns, and pickled vegetables.

He found a quiet corner to finish his meal, replenished his hunger level to above the safe threshold, and then got up and left.

They walked straight to the bamboo grove clearing behind the mountain.

The morning light was strong, casting dappled shadows through the bamboo leaves.

The open space was quiet, with only the rustling of bamboo leaves in the wind.

Zhang Sanfeng did not appear today.

Wu Feng didn't mind. He walked to the center of the open space, took out the Iron-Cutting Sword from his back, and began practicing Tai Chi Sword.

Zhang Sanfeng seemed to attach great importance to the progress of this sword technique.

I specifically asked about it when we met last time, and my words revealed my expectations.

Wu Feng had a vague premonition that reaching the Great Perfection might bring unexpected gains.

This sword technique is not only one of the Wudang Sect's signature skills, but it may also be the key to triggering important plot developments.

He composed himself and slowly raised the Iron-Cutting Sword.

The opening stance is smooth and gentle, and the swordplay unfolds accordingly.

The Tai Chi sword at the minor mastery level is completely different from that at the beginner and proficient levels.

If before it was just about imitating the appearance and experiencing basic softness, then...

Now, he can vaguely grasp the core concept of overcoming strength with gentleness and controlling movement with stillness.

The sword speed was still not fast, and the trajectory was still circular, but each stroke seemed to create a subtle resonance with the surrounding air, light, and even the sound of the wind.

Every subtle tremor of the wrist is no longer for the sake of trembling, but to guide and resolve that invisible resistance.

The twisting of the waist and hips, the shifting of the steps, and the depth of breathing all began to form a natural coordination with the sword movements.

It was as if he wasn't practicing swordsmanship, but rather performing a ritual to communicate with heaven and earth.

[Tai Chi Sword Proficiency +336.]

At the edge of the field of vision, a stable fluctuation is indicated.

With the double bonus from the bamboo forest clearing, each practice session yields 336 proficiency points, an astonishingly efficient rate.

After achieving a certain level of proficiency, I could clearly feel the difference in Tai Chi swordplay.

Wu Feng practiced while carefully experiencing the techniques.

Unhurried and composed, he struck again and again, in a continuous cycle.

Sweat gradually seeped out, and the lining of his Taoist robe became damp, but he was completely unaware of it.

His entire mind was immersed in that harmonious, flowing, and ever-renewing sword intent.

From morning to afternoon, the sun gradually began to set in the west.

He would occasionally stop, drink some water, eat a few bites of dry food, and then continue practicing.

"There's no rush to leave now." Wu Feng glanced at his skill bar: [Tai Chi Sword (Minor Success 77280/100000)], only 20,000+ proficiency points away from Major Success.

"Let's take advantage of the double proficiency bonus here and practice our skills before leaving. After all, practicing quickly saves time later."

Time flies when you're focused.

As the sun began to set, turning the bamboo forest a warm golden hue, the number in the skill bar had changed to [Tai Chi Sword (Mastery 108/150000)].

From minor success to major success.

A sense of enlightenment, far clearer and deeper than when I first achieved some success, welled up in my heart.

As the sword technique was executed, the soft force became even more enduring and resilient, as if it could entangle and dissolve all external forces.

I have gained a deeper understanding of leveraging and deflecting force. With a slight thought, the tip of the sword can naturally trace a trajectory that best follows the direction of resistance.

He sheathed his sword and stood there, exhaling a long, lingering breath that condensed into a white streak in the cool evening air.

"Great Completion... There are still 15 proficiency points to go before Perfection, and it will probably take even more to go from Perfection to Great Completion." Wu Feng shook his head.

Mastering top-tier martial arts is indeed a long-term process that cannot be rushed.

But as long as you keep practicing, you'll get stronger.

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

The melodious sound of bells came from the direction of the mountaintop, piercing through the twilight.

Wu Feng sheathed his sword, wiped the sweat from his brow, and without lingering, turned and walked towards the dining hall.

While practicing martial arts is important, maintaining the basic needs of the virtual body is the bottom line.

A low hunger level can negatively impact your status and even your attributes.

The dining hall was brightly lit.

Dinner was still a light vegetarian meal, but today there seemed to be a few more bean products, which was a welcome improvement.

After finishing his meal and satisfying his hunger, Wu Feng nodded to a few familiar fellow disciples and then went straight back to his hut.

Close the door and light the oil lamp. Then, select "Exit Game".

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

An intense feeling of hunger struck instantly.

Wu Feng sat up, stretched his stiff neck, put on his coat, and went out.

The city lights are dazzling at night.

He walked confidently to his usual small restaurant.

The shop was bustling and full of lively atmosphere.

He found a seat, picked up the menu, and ordered four dishes: braised pork ribs, steamed fish, garlic broccoli, and Mapo tofu, plus a tomato and egg soup.

"Give me more rice," he added to the waiter.

While waiting for the food to be served, he habitually took out his phone, unlocked it, and swiped with his thumb.

I first clicked into that chat group for wealthy patrons in the underworld.