Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

The evening glow shone through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, turning the entire open space into a warm golden-red hue.

Wu Feng slowly sheathed his sword, and the Iron-Slaying Sword returned to his side after a final circular motion.

He was slightly out of breath, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and the back of his blue Taoist robe was soaked through, clinging to his skin with the damp heat of exercise.

But he had a satisfied look on his face.

I glanced at the skill bar.

【Tai Chi Sword (Mastery 67248/150000)】

In one afternoon, I went from 108 points of proficiency at the initial stage of the Great Completion realm to over 67,000 points.

There are only a little over 15 left to reach the perfect threshold of 8.

With the double proficiency bonus from the bamboo forest clearing, combined with his own comprehension, the efficiency was truly astonishing.

Each sword swing grants 336 points of proficiency, and nearly two hundred complete sword path cycles in an afternoon result in visible progress.

"At this rate, the Tai Chi Sword will be perfected in two days at most," Wu Feng estimated in his mind.

After perfection comes the final perfection.

The pinnacle of a first-rate sword technique... He was very curious about what kind of attribute bonuses and special effects it would bring.

He habitually turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the empty bamboo forest.

Bamboo shadows sway gently, the wind whispers softly, and a stream murmurs in the distance.

The figure in the gray robe and white hair was nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't come today.

Wu Feng shook his head, unable to say whether he was disappointed or something else.

This grandmaster is elusive, appearing and disappearing only by chance, and cannot be forced.

He slung the iron-slaying sword back into its sheath, stretched his slightly sore wrists and shoulders, then turned and walked towards the dining hall, his shadow stretched long by the setting sun.

The bluestone path was bathed in the warm glow of the sunset, and stepping on it seemed to carry the lingering warmth of the daytime.

A mountain breeze swept by, fluttering the hem of the Taoist robe and bringing a touch of coolness.

The familiar aroma of porridge and rice was already wafting from the dining hall.

Tonight's dinner was the same old thing: white porridge, steamed buns, and a few dishes of pickled vegetables, but there seemed to be an extra small bowl of stir-fried bean sprouts, which was a rare treat of greens.

Wu Feng received his meal, found a seat by the window, and began to eat slowly.

The porridge was at the perfect temperature, the steamed buns were soft, and the pickled vegetables were delicious with rice.

The virtual feeling of fullness gradually fills the empty hunger bar as food is consumed, and the weakness caused by hunger slowly dissipates.

He ate slowly, his mind still replaying the insights he gained from practicing swordsmanship that afternoon.

When Tai Chi sword reaches its peak, that softness transforms into a more resilient and inclusive power.

The circle becomes a symbol of endless flow and boundless existence.

With each swing of the sword, I felt my understanding of borrowing and deflecting force deepened.

After finishing his meal, Wu Feng returned directly to his small room after delivering the bowls and chopsticks to the designated place.

Pushing open the door, the room was dimly lit, with only the last ray of sunlight filtering in from the window.

He walked to the table and fumbled to light the oil lamp.

A tiny flame leaped up, dispelling a small patch of darkness and casting his shadow on the simple earthen wall.

Wu Feng stretched out a big yawn, and his bones made a series of slight cracking sounds.

Maintaining focused sword practice for extended periods keeps me mentally healthy.

However, the muscle memory and fatigue simulation of this virtual body are very realistic, and there is a feeling of soreness from overuse in the joints.

"I'm logging off to rest." He didn't plan to linger in the game any longer.

Nighttime is a good time to cultivate inner strength, but now he wants to return to reality and give his body and mind a change of environment.

I walked to the bedside and immediately chose to exit the game.

The soft sound of the game pod lid sliding open was particularly clear in the quiet room.

real world

The nighttime light shone through the gaps in the curtains, making it a little dazzling.

Wu Feng sat up, rubbed his slightly numb cheeks, then braced himself on the edge with both hands and easily jumped out.

After landing, he subconsciously moved his neck, rotated his shoulders, and did a few chest-expanding exercises.

"Hmm?" He paused slightly as he moved.

The wind generated when I swing my arm seems to be more noticeable than yesterday?

When you clench your fist, the feeling of power transmitted through your knuckles seems more solid.

The physical body becomes genuinely stronger.

It was very subtle, but given his sensitivity to changes in himself, he was able to detect it.

"The power feels stronger than yesterday... That's a bit strange," Wu Feng muttered to himself.

He walked to the wall and tried to do a few standard push-ups. The speed was not fast, but the rhythm was steady. After doing twenty, his breathing was still steady.

Although he wasn't in bad health before, he would still be a little out of breath after doing twenty standard push-ups.

Now, however, I feel completely at ease.

"Is it because the feedback from training in the game has been enhanced? Or is it because the effects of 'Harmony with Light and Dust'—harmonizing the mind and body and integrating with the outside world—are subtly influencing the real body?"

It has been proven that games can enhance muscle memory and power techniques through neural connections.

Could the breathing techniques, mental focus, and even a certain sensation of qi brought about by internal energy cultivation also subtly affect one's actual physiological state?

I couldn't figure it out, and I also lacked the instruments to measure it.

His stomach rumbled louder at just the right moment, interrupting his thoughts.

"Forget it, let's fill our stomachs first." Wu Feng shook his head and didn't pursue the matter any further.

Anyway, it's a good thing that my health is improving, no matter how it came about.

He changed into casual clothes for going out, grabbed his phone and keys, and went downstairs.

The streets were still bustling at night.

He walked toward the restaurant as if he knew the way well.

Lifting the plastic curtain, the familiar spicy and savory aroma, mixed with the hustle and bustle of people, wafts out.

The store was almost full, mostly with nearby residents and people getting off work.

He noticed a two-seater that had just become available at the back and quickly went over to sit down.

The waiter brought over the menu, which Wu Feng took and quickly glanced at.

"Boiled sliced ​​pork, spicy diced chicken, dry-fried green beans, Mapo tofu, and a tomato and egg soup." He ordered four dishes to go with rice, "and a big bowl of rice."

"Okay! What would you like to drink?" the waiter asked casually after noting it down.

Wu Feng thought for a moment and said, "How about a draft beer, ice cold?"

"Okay, just a moment."

While waiting for the food, he took out his phone and habitually tapped on a chat app's "Jianghu Supplies Exchange Group."

The group chat was flooded with messages as fast as ever. He quickly scrolled through the screen, his eyes scanning for the recurring acquisition announcements:

"135/100 coins, unlimited payments, instant arrival, reputable and established!"

"Long-term, stable purchase of copper coins and silver, 135 exchange rate; negotiable for large quantities!"

"Payment needed, 135, any amount you want, all payment methods accepted!"

The price remained firmly at 135 yuan per 100 coins, without any change.

"Stability is a good thing," Wu Feng thought. Stable gold prices indicate that the market supply and demand have entered a period of relative balance.

While wealthy players and guilds continue to recruit, the overall output of players is also increasing, so prices are not currently driven to rise or fall.

This is a healthy sign for the market, and it also provides reassurance for someone like him who plans to invest early on.

He browsed through other messages in the group for a while. Besides those asking for gold, there were also more requests to buy equipment, materials, and even intelligence.

The gaming world is rapidly becoming more complex and diverse.

He left the noisy group chat and casually clicked on the app icon for the official forum of "Jianghu Dream".

The homepage was filled with trending posts, but he mainly browsed them to kill time while waiting for his food.

After a large-scale defection from sects and suicides to start over, the forum's sentiment seems to have shifted somewhat.

Today, the trending posts on the homepage rarely feature complaints about unfairness between sects or the miserable lives of menial servants.

Instead, there are all sorts of new complaints and boasts:

"Holy crap! An armored zombie spawned in the mass grave in the west of the city. It's impervious to blades and spears, and our entire squad of five was wiped out! These elite monsters in the wild are just too powerful!"

"Help! How do we attack the bandit camp on Qingfeng Mountain? Those bandits are so well-coordinated, and they can even shoot arrows! We've charged three times and been wiped out every time!"

"Location: Luoxia Town. We spotted a Bamboo Viper King in the bamboo forest to the east. It was incredibly fast, poisonous, and instantly killed three of our fragile teammates... This is no beginner monster!"

"Any bros want to team up and explore Blackwind Cave? I heard there's treasure inside, but there might also be giant zombies..."

Wu Feng read through each item one by one, a slight smile playing on his lips.

It seems that those players who broke away from sects and never joined a sect are now flocking to the wilderness in large numbers to begin their real adventures in the martial arts world.

Then, they were brutally beaten down by the reality of the game.

Monsters and enemies in the wild are far more difficult to deal with than wild dogs and wolves around the starting village.

Without attribute support, challenging these elite monsters and dungeons is indeed extremely difficult.

He then clicked on several posts about reading:

"Report! I've finally finished reading the Three Character Classic! I spent four whole days in the private school! Four days in real time! I feel like I've read all the classical Chinese I could in a lifetime..."

"The person upstairs is awesome! I've only just mastered the Thousand Character Classic, and the private tutor's lectures make my head spin, but I endure it for the sake of that little bit of boost to my comprehension!"

"I never expected this! A college student who barely passed Chinese literature was actually forced to study the Analects of Confucius in a game... and it's even kind of addictive! How come?"

"The private school is open from 8 am to 6 pm, and studying there during this time will give you double the proficiency bonus! If you happen to be there during the teacher's class, the bonus will be even higher! But the teacher only teaches two full classes a day. Want extra tutoring? You'll have to pay extra! (Exclusive access for the wealthy is now open)"

"Comprehension is too difficult to improve... Reading a book only adds a few points when you become proficient, and only a few more when you reach minor or major mastery. If you want to rely on reading to build up your comprehension to the point where you can easily learn second-rate martial arts, how long would it take?"

Looking at these posts, Wu Feng could imagine the players scratching their heads, half-asleep, yet forced to stay awake in the private school.

For that crucial comprehension attribute, one must endure even the most tedious tasks.