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Wu Feng returned to his room, quickly washed up, and then lay back down in the game pod.

The hatch closed, and consciousness sank in.

In the game world, the night remains deep.

The flame of the oil lamp in the hut flickered.

Without delay, he sat cross-legged on the hard bed and closed his eyes.

The essence of "Harmony with the World" flows slowly.

It's running much more smoothly now.

The pure and serene true energy flowed along a mysterious path, resonating clearly and steadily with the surrounding environment.

Calm mind, long and steady breathing.

He could feel the vortex of energy within his body slowly growing stronger. With each cycle, the true energy became more condensed, and the meaning of its fusion with the primordial energy of heaven and earth became more profound.

Cultivating inner strength is a gradual process that cannot be rushed.

Especially top-tier internal skills require even higher levels of mental discipline and focus.

Wu Feng was free of distractions, completely immersed in that wondrous state of being one with the light and subtly connected with all things.

Time passed silently through the process.

The night outside the window gradually faded, the starlight disappeared, and a faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon.

When another cycle was completed, Wu Feng slowly finished his practice and opened his eyes.

His eyes shone with a gentle, restrained light, and his mind and body were clear and peaceful.

He looked inward at his dantian, and the vortex of jade-like light there had become even more solid and larger than the night before.

The upper limit of true qi has increased by more than a thousand points, roughly estimated.

"The amount of true qi produced by top-tier internal energy cultivation is indeed large," he muttered to himself, his tone filled with satisfaction.

Compared to the second-rate Wudang Nine Yang Skill, Harmony with the World is significantly more efficient in increasing true qi.

The improvement brought by each cycle is more significant, and the quality of the Qi is also more refined and transparent.

He looked at the skills panel.

【Harmony with the World (Small Achievement 141120/200000)】

My proficiency has already reached over 140,000, but there's still a gap of nearly 60,000 points to reach the 200,000 required to break through to the Great Mastery level.

"There's still some distance to go." Wu Feng glanced at it, his heart calm.

Cultivating top-tier internal skills is a long-term project, and he was well prepared for that.

If we can make steady progress and become stronger every day, that's enough.

He stretched, and his bones crackled slightly.

After sitting cross-legged all night, my muscles and joints felt a familiar soreness.

He rolled out of bed, walked to the wooden basin in the corner of the room, scooped up some cold water, and splashed it haphazardly on his face.

The icy sensation instantly invigorated me.

He dried the water droplets on his face with a coarse cloth towel, straightened his blue Taoist robe, and pushed open the door to go out.

The morning mist in the mountains had not yet dissipated, and the air was crisp and clear, carrying the scent of dew and pine needles.

Just as I reached the door, the morning bell of dawn, ringing out from the distant mountain peak, pierced through the thin mist.

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

The deep, melodious sound of the bell echoed through the mountains.

Wu Feng strode quickly toward the training ground, his steps made of the dew-dampened bluestone path.

When they arrived, dozens of third-generation disciples were already standing on the field.

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

Not long after, steady footsteps approached.

Yu Lianzhou strode into the training ground. This second senior uncle was still dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, with a stern face and sharp eyes.

He walked to the front of the crowd, his gaze sweeping over them, and the room fell silent.

"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 saying that, he didn't say anything more and walked directly to the open space in the middle of the field, getting into a fighting stance.

Raise both palms, with the palms slightly concave and the knuckles clearly defined.

The initial stance was as solid and imposing as a mountain. Immediately afterwards, the left palm was pushed out flat, with a subtle wind emanating from it, and a low groan echoed in the air.

The right palm rises from the lower diagonal, drawing a powerful arc, the edge of the palm cutting through the air with a subtle whistling sound.

Push, slap, press, chop, flick, collide... one palm strike after another, simple and direct, yet fully demonstrating the power of fierceness, strength, and speed.

Wu Feng watched quietly. His Earth-Shaking Iron Palm technique was already at its peak, and now, watching Yu Lianzhou practice it was more about savoring and consolidating his own skills.

After Yu Lianzhou finished demonstrating a set of palm techniques, he stood up, his breathing steady.

"Practice on your own." He uttered these four words and then walked slowly around the field with his hands behind his back.

"Yes, Second Uncle!" The disciples responded and dispersed, each finding an open space to begin imitating and practicing.

Wu Feng also walked to his usual corner and got into a fighting stance.

He practiced the moves of the Mountain-Shaking Iron Palm step by step, his movements steady and his strength solid, each palm strike accompanied by a clear sound of air being cut.

Not far away, Yu Lianzhou, who was on patrol, inadvertently glanced at the corner where Wu Feng was.

Upon seeing this, he paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing across his usually stern face.

The Iron Palm of Shaking Mountains that Wu Feng was practicing at this moment seemed to be just a basic move, but the skillful and mature way he channeled the power, the steady and unified waist and horse stance when he exerted force, and the fiery and warm intention hidden in the palm wind... clearly showed that he had reached the realm of perfection!

How long has it been? All told, it's only been about seven days since I started teaching this palm technique.

Seven days to master a second-rate palm technique to perfection?

Yu Lianzhou was deeply shaken.

He recalled that a few days ago, his senior brother Song Yuanqiao and fifth brother Zhang Cuishan had mentioned that this boy had extraordinary talent, but at the time he thought it might be a bit of an exaggeration.

Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I know what they said is true.

"This kid's talent is truly monstrous," Yu Lianzhou thought to himself. "He's only been here for ten days, and he's already mastered second-rate martial arts to the highest level... It's terrifying."

His gaze fell on Wu Feng, watching the other's meticulous and focused practice, and thoughts raced through his mind.

"I wonder how long it would take him to master top-tier martial arts if he were to learn them." This thought flashed through my mind.

But then, Yu Lianzhou shook his head and suppressed the thought.

With his hands behind his back, he continued to walk around the arena, occasionally pointing out to other disciples that they were using the wrong force or that their posture was incorrect.

He didn't offer any special advice to Wu Feng, nor did he say a word to him.

Even geniuses need to hone their character. He's only been in the field a short time; his conduct remains to be seen.

If someone is exceptionally talented, they might readily impart all their knowledge, which could foster arrogance and pride, and is not necessarily a good thing.

In the art of martial arts, while innate talent and physical attributes are important, character and moral conduct are even more fundamental.

Yu Lianzhou decided to wait and see. Anyway, the boy had plenty of time on Wudang Mountain.

Wu Feng was completely unaware of Yu Lianzhou's thoughts.

He simply practiced his fist techniques silently, repeating the moves of the Mountain-Shaking Iron Palm over and over again, consolidating the palm force that had long since become second nature.

Sweat gradually seeped out, but his breathing remained steady, and his movements remained calm and powerful.

As the sun rose higher and the bell rang to end the morning classes, Yu Lianzhou announced the end of get out of class.

"That's all for today. Consolidate yourselves."

"Thank you for your guidance, Second Martial Uncle!" the disciples bowed.

Wu Feng finished his performance and followed the flow of people towards the dining hall.

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

He finished eating quietly, satisfied his hunger, and then got up and left.

Without delay, they headed straight for the bamboo grove clearing behind the mountain.

Walk along the cobblestone path and enter the bamboo grove. The morning sunlight filters through the bamboo leaves, casting dappled shadows, and the air is filled with the fresh scent of bamboo.

The open space was quiet.

Wu Feng walked to the center, took a deep breath, and glanced around.

The bamboo shadows sway gently, the wind whispers softly, and a stream murmurs in the distance. No one is there.

He felt relieved and took the iron-slaying sword from behind his back.

The Iron-Slaying Sword was slowly raised, the starting stance smooth and gentle.

The swordplay then unfolded.

The Tai Chi sword at the Great Perfection stage already possesses a remarkable charm when wielded.

The sword moves at a steady pace, its trajectory is round and flowing, its soft and continuous force subtly conveying the essence of coiling silk.

He was completely absorbed in the world of swordsmanship.

Once, twice, three times...

Sweat gradually soaked his inner shirt, and his hair stuck to his forehead, but he seemed oblivious.

All my attention was focused on every arc the sword tip traced, every subtle tremor of my wrist, and every deep coordination of my breath and the sword's movements.

[Tai Chi Sword Proficiency +336]

The indicator shows a stable fluctuation, and proficiency accumulates rapidly.

Before we knew it, more than an hour had passed.

When Wu Feng completed another full cycle of swordplay, he sheathed his sword and stood up, preparing to take a short break to catch his breath—

At the edge of my field of vision, the numbers in the skill bar quietly crossed a certain critical point.

【Tai Chi Sword (Perfect 108/200000)】

Breakthrough.

From great achievement to perfection.