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Wu Feng finished his practice and stood up. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, he brought up his character panel and glanced at the progress of each martial art.

【Tai Chi Sword (Mastery 67248/150000)】

【Harmony with the World (Small Achievement 67236/200000)】

There are still more than 80,000 proficiency points needed to reach the perfection of Tai Chi Sword, while it takes 200,000 to go from minor to major mastery of Harmony with the World.

He didn't show much emotion; he just habitually checked the numbers.

I opened the window, and the morning mist mixed with the crisp air rushed in.

He scooped up some cold water from the wooden basin and splashed it on his face haphazardly.

Water droplets dripped down his chin and into his collar, the coolness instantly invigorating him.

He grabbed a towel to dry himself, changed into a blue Taoist robe, smoothed out his clothes, and then pushed open the door and went out.

The bluestone path was wet with dew, making it a bit slippery to walk on.

The distant mountains were still shrouded in the gray-blue morning mist, revealing only their hazy outlines.

I walked straight to the Meditation Hall. Today's class was on internal energy cultivation, and Master Song Yuanqiao was the main speaker.

The meditation hall was already mostly filled with people. Dozens of prayer cushions were neatly arranged, and the disciples sat cross-legged in quiet meditation, with no one talking, creating a solemn atmosphere.

Wu Feng glanced around and saw Song Qingshu sitting in the front row, his back ramrod straight.

He didn't move forward, but found an empty cushion in the corner of the back row, lifted his clothes and sat down.

The cushion was thickly padded, so it wasn't uncomfortable to sit on. He adjusted his posture, focusing his gaze on his nose and contemplating his inner thoughts, waiting quietly.

Not long after, steady footsteps came from outside the hall.

Song Yuanqiao, dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, strode in, his face gentle and his gaze peaceful.

He walked to the prayer cushion in front of him, sat down with a flick of his sleeve, and his posture was composed.

"Today I will continue to explain the key points of Wudang Nine Yang Skill cultivation to you." Song Yuanqiao began, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, carrying a calming rhythm. "You all calm your minds and listen carefully."

Having said that, he stopped talking and began to slowly explain the key points of the Nine Yang Skill, the method of refining Yang energy, and how to regulate the internal fire agitation that is common in cultivation.

His tone was calm and gentle, explaining the essence of the exercises and the mental techniques of cultivation in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Wu Feng listened with his eyes closed. He had already mastered the Wudang Nine Yang Skill to perfection, and he could control every meridian and every bit of Yang energy as if it were his own arm.

But he still maintained a posture of attentive listening, his breathing steady, and his mind focused.

After speaking for most of the hour, Song Yuanqiao finished explaining the key points and stopped.

"That concludes today's lesson." He glanced at the disciples in the hall, noticing that most of them still wore expressions of contemplation or confusion. "You may begin to practice on your own, guiding your Qi back to its origin, and experiencing the Yang energy within. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

"Yes, Master," the disciples replied in unison, their voices echoing softly within the Meditation Hall.

The hall quickly fell silent. The disciples closed their eyes and tried to circulate their inner energy according to their previous understanding.

Some people had furrowed brows and slightly disordered breathing; others had flushed faces, indicating that they had excessive internal heat.

Wu Feng closed his eyes and, following the Qi circulation route of the Wudang Nine Yang Skill, guided the golden-red, fiery true Qi in his dantian to begin its full circulation.

Once activated, the powerful and harmonious Nine Yang True Qi surges forth like a river, rushing and surging along the already expanded meridians.

Wherever it passes, warmth arises, and the whole body feels comfortable.

Each time the true qi circulates, it solidifies by one part.

[Wudang Nine Yang Skill Proficiency +336]

A skill proficiency indicator pops up at the edge of the field of vision.

Wu Feng felt somewhat helpless—after reaching the Great Perfection, the increase in proficiency was no longer of much use, but the prompt still sounded quite pleasant.

Let him know that he is not doing something in vain, and feel a sense of accomplishment.

Maintaining the flow of the exercise, the rhythm was steady, and the breathing was long and deep.

Since we're here for early morning class, we should act like we're here for early morning class.

If they teach you the Nine Yang Skill, then you have to practice the Nine Yang Skill.

Trying to be different can easily attract attention.

Just as he was focusing his mind on circulating energy, Song Yuanqiao, who was sitting on the futon in front of him, appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, but in reality, his energy had already enveloped the entire hall, sensing the changes in the inner energy of each disciple.

When his senses swept over Wu Feng's location in the corner, his gentle and peaceful eyes suddenly opened a crack, a hint of undisguised surprise flashing across them.

The aura was warm and gentle, harmonious and unobstructed, and it carried a vibrant and ever-growing vitality. It was clearly the kind of aura that one could only possess after mastering the Wudang Nine Yang Skill to its highest level and reaching the pinnacle!

Moreover, this aura is not only pure, but also exudes a sense of righteousness and peace.

It dissipates the original dryness of the Nine Yang Skill, making it exceptionally mellow and lingering.

How long has it been? From the first time the Nine Yang Skill was taught until now, it has only been seven days at most.

This young man has quietly mastered the Wudang Nine Yang Skill, a skill that ordinary disciples might not be able to grasp even after years of arduous practice.

Song Yuanqiao was shaken, but remained outwardly calm.

He recalled the messages from his junior brothers: the Finger-Twisting Soft Sword had reached the Great Perfection, the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate had reached the Great Perfection, the Cloud-Ladder Leap had reached the Great Perfection, the Mountain-Shaking Iron Palm had reached the Great Perfection... Now, even his internal energy cultivation had reached this level.

This child's talent is truly monstrous, and his willpower is exceptionally strong.

Most disciples who reach the Great Perfection stage cannot persist in cultivating their martial arts to that level, but he not only did it, but he also mastered more than one martial art.

His composure is frightening.

He glanced deeply at the quiet figure in the corner, a complex expression flashing across his eyes—a mixture of relief and amazement.

Shaking his head, Song Yuanqiao stopped looking, closed his eyes again, and guided his own true energy into a state of cultivation.

The turmoil in my heart lingered for a long time.

The only sounds in the hall were long, steady breaths.

Time slips away in silent cultivation.

As the sun rises higher outside the window, the morning light shines through the window frame, casting bright spots of light on the bluestone floor.

As the bell tolled for the meal in the dining hall, piercing through the morning mist in the mountains, Song Yuanqiao slowly finished his practice and opened his eyes.

"That concludes today's morning class. Class dismissed." He announced the end of get out of class in a calm voice.

Upon hearing this, all the disciples snapped out of their meditation, stood up, and bowed to Song Yuanqiao, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Master."

Song Yuanqiao nodded slightly and left Jingxin Hall with steady steps.

Wu Feng followed the others in bowing, and then walked out of the Jingxin Hall with the flow of people, heading towards the Zhai Hall.

Breakfast was still white porridge, steamed buns, and a few dishes of pickled vegetables.

He took a serving, found a seat by the window, and ate quietly.

The virtual feeling of fullness filled the hunger bar, and the emptiness gradually dissipated.

He put down his chopsticks and bowl without pausing, then got up and walked straight toward the bamboo grove clearing behind the mountain.

Meanwhile, Song Yuanqiao walked deeper into the back mountain, passing through several secluded courtyards, and arrived at an ancient wooden door.

This place is now a forbidden area; ordinary disciples are not allowed to approach.

Song Yuanqiao straightened his clothes, looked respectful, and gently knocked on the door.

After three rings, he took a step back, stood with his hands at his sides, and said loudly, "Master, Yuanqiao requests an audience."

A moment later, the wooden door opened silently inward.

Wearing a gray Taoist robe, with white hair and a youthful face, Zhang Sanfeng walked out slowly and gracefully.

"Yuanqiao, what is it?" the old Taoist priest asked gently.

Song Yuanqiao bowed respectfully and then recounted in detail Wu Changfeng's recent cultivation progress, especially his discovery during the morning lesson that Wu Changfeng had mastered the Wudang Nine Yang Skill to a high level.

"Not just the Nine Yang Skill," Song Yuanqiao added. "According to several of my junior brothers, this boy has also mastered second-rate martial arts such as the Soft Finger Sword, the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate, the Cloud Ladder Leap, the Mountain-Shaking Iron Palm, the Tiger Claw Hand, and the Mysterious Void Saber Technique to a high level. The speed of his progress is unheard of."

Zhang Sanfeng listened quietly.

"Hmm." He stroked his long beard and slowly asked, "What is this boy's character like?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yuanqiao pondered for a moment, carefully recalling Wu Changfeng's usual words and actions, and then truthfully replied, "Master, although this boy is exceptionally talented, he has never shown any arrogance. He listens attentively to the morning lessons every day, practices diligently, and is always respectful to his teachers. From my observation, he is calm and composed, able to endure monotony, and his character is upright."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction on his face.

"You may go back now," he waved his hand. "I will observe the situation myself."

"Yes, Master." Song Yuanqiao bowed again before turning to leave.