Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

With a slight thought, he summoned his attribute panel. A pale blue screen unfolded before him, displaying rows of clearly listed data:

Wu Changfeng

【Life: 9810/9810】

[True Qi: 11250/11250]

[Realm: Second-rate Martial Artist]

[Destiny Affix: Innate Talent (Comprehension +200, Martial Arts Training Efficiency +500%)]

[Identity: Third-generation disciple of Wudang]

[Arm Strength: 1076] (1 point corresponds to 1 point of external attack damage)

[Constitution: 701] (1 point corresponds to 0.3 external defense and 10 health)

[Agility: 527] (1 point corresponds to 0.1% attack speed and 0.1% movement speed)

[Internal Strength: 445] (1 point corresponds to 0.5 points of internal damage and 0.1 points of internal defense)

Special attributes:

[Comprehension: 280] (Affects proficiency gain; proficiency gain = comprehension / 10.)

[Fortune: 10] (Affects the probability of random events such as encounters and drops)

[Charm: 10] (Affects NPC's initial attitude and some interactions)

Martial Arts: Basic Fist Techniques (Great Perfection), Basic Palm Techniques (Great Perfection), Basic Sword Techniques (Great Perfection), Basic Knife Techniques (Great Perfection), Basic Spear Techniques (Great Perfection), Basic Staff Techniques (Great Perfection), Chasing Wind Sword Technique (Great Perfection), Breaking Wind Knife Technique (Great Perfection), Startling Spear Technique (Great Perfection), Breaking Formation Knife Technique (Great Perfection), Mountain-Splitting Fist (Great Perfection), Stele-Pushing Hand (Great Perfection), Whip Leg (Great Perfection), Splashing Wind Knife Technique (Great Perfection), Gentle Breeze Sword Technique (Great Perfection), Central Level Spear (Great Perfection), Eyebrow-Level Staff Technique (Great Perfection), Iron Sand Palm (Great Perfection), Wudang Long Fist (Great Perfection), Wudang Cotton Palm (Great Perfection), Soft Cloud Sword Technique (Great Perfection), Circling Finger Soft Sword (Great Perfection), Thirteen Divine Gate Swords (Great Perfection), Mysterious Void Knife Technique (Great Perfection), Mountain-Shaking Iron Palm (Great Perfection), Tiger Claw Hand (Great Perfection), Tai Chi Sword (Great Perfection)

External Kung Fu: Stone Skin Kung Fu (Great Perfection), Tiger Strength Kung Fu (Great Perfection)

[Internal Skills: Basic Breathing Techniques (Great Perfection), Hunyuan Gong (Great Perfection), Mangniu Jin (Great Perfection), Wudang Inner Strength (Great Perfection), Wudang Nine Yang Gong (Great Perfection), Harmony with the World (Great Accomplishment)]

[Lightness Skill: Basic Movement Techniques (Great Perfection), Grass-Walking (Great Perfection), Cloud-Ladder Leap (Great Perfection)]

[Weapons and Equipment: None]

As his gaze swept over the densely packed list of martial arts techniques, almost all of which were marked with the suffix "Great Perfection," Wu Feng's lips couldn't help but curl into a slight smile.

He has reached the level of a second-rate martial artist.

These attributes... Arm strength over 1,000, bone structure over 700, health points approaching 10,000, and true qi over 10,000.

"The martial arts skills stacked up look spectacular and exhilarating," he muttered to himself, a sense of satisfaction welling up within him.

This gradual, visible growth through accumulation is precisely the core appeal of this type of game.

With such high attribute stacks, once I enter the martial arts world and acquire some martial arts from other sects, as well as some Jianghu martial arts, my strength will experience another surge.

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

Just then, the morning bell at dawn pierced through the morning mist in the mountains, its distant sound carrying far and wide.

Wu Feng composed himself, got out of bed, walked to the wooden basin in the corner of the room, scooped up some cold water, and splashed it on his face.

The cool, refreshing sensation completely cleared his mind. He dried himself with a coarse towel, straightened his blue Taoist robe, and went out the door.

On the training ground, the thin mist had not yet dissipated, and dozens of third-generation disciples stood quietly.

Wu Feng walked to the end of the line and had barely stood still when he saw Zhang Cuishan walking steadily towards him.

This fifth master was dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, with a clear and bright face and a gentle, scholarly air about him. However, he stood up straight and walked with a calm and composed gait, revealing the demeanor of a master.

"Greetings, Fifth Uncle." The disciples greeted him in unison.

Wu Feng followed suit, clasping his hands in greeting.

Zhang Cuishan nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping gently over everyone without any further pleasantries.

"Today's morning lesson will continue with the study of the 'Smooth Finger Sword' technique." With that, he walked to the center of the room and drew the sword from his waist.

Where the sword light begins, it is dense and winding, the sword path is like a silkworm spinning silk, the supple and sticky intention follows the sword light, although there is no sharp killing intent, it has its own sticky feeling that is hard to break free from.

Wu Feng watched quietly.

His "Soft Sword" technique had already reached perfection. Looking at it now, it was more like appreciating a famous painting that he had memorized, savoring the charm of every brushstroke.

Zhang Cuishan's demonstration, in addition to being smooth and fluid, also exuded a sense of effortless ease, a skill honed over decades of immersion in the art.

After the demonstration, Zhang Cuishan sheathed his sword.

"Practice on your own and experience the subtlety of its gentle strength and silk-reeling motion."

"Yes, Fifth Uncle!" The disciples responded and dispersed, each finding a place to practice.

Wu Feng also walked to a corner, picked up a wooden sword, and began practicing with the others.

He deliberately controlled the outward expression of his strength and intent, and his movements and speed were roughly the same as those of the disciples around him. Every move he made was proper and disciplined.

If one does not examine closely the extremely stable trajectory of his sword tip and the precise control of force when his wrist rotates, one would find it impossible to distinguish him from an ordinary third-generation disciple.

But he knew that his current attributes and realm had already surpassed the vast majority of his fellow disciples on the field.

Looking around, apart from Song Qingshu, who stood tall and focused in the front row, with a faint golden "Second-Rate Martial Artist" badge visible above his head, the other disciples, including some who had joined earlier, still had the "Third-Rate Martial Artist" badge.

"Song Qingshu's stats are pretty good," Wu Feng thought objectively.

His ability to be the first among the third-generation disciples to reach the second rank is a testament to his talent and hard work.

Given time, with the resources of Wudang, there is a great chance that he can become a first-class martial artist.

Of course, it can't compare to myself, a freak who built up his abilities through extraordinary comprehension and crazy practice.

With my attributes, I could probably exchange a few blows with a beginner-level expert.

In the arena, Zhang Cuishan walked slowly with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the disciples practicing diligently. Occasionally, he would pause and point out someone's incorrect exertion or stiff posture. When he reached the middle of the line, his gaze inadvertently swept over the last figure in the blue robe, lingering for a moment on that figure.

Wu Feng was meticulously repeating the starting stance of the Soft Finger Sword, his movements precise and his expression focused.

A barely perceptible hint of approval flashed across Zhang Cuishan's eyes, and he nodded slightly.

"This disciple's talent is indeed strong... but he is also very patient." With his eyesight, he could naturally see that the perfect and profound foundation in Wu Feng's sword had been deliberately concealed, but the steady and solid foundation could not be faked.

Despite having already reached the pinnacle of the Finger Soft Sword technique, he still willingly practices this well-known sword technique diligently among the disciples, just like a beginner. This humble and composed mindset is truly rare among young people.

He glanced at it, then looked away and didn't look at it again.

Since Senior Brother Song Yuanqiao had already given instructions to let things take their course and observe more, he wouldn't interfere too much.

He turned to another disciple whose swordplay was becoming erratic due to his eagerness to achieve quick results and patiently corrected him.

The morning class ended amidst the energetic sound of swords whistling through the air.

"That's all for today," Zhang Cuishan announced.

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

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

After a simple, light breakfast to replenish my hunger, I returned to my little house.

He took out a coarse cloth bundle from under the bed, inside which were several slightly worn thread-bound books neatly stacked: the Three Character Classic, the Great Learning, the Doctrine of the Mean, the Analects, Mencius, and the Tao Te Ching.

I borrowed it from Zhang Cuishan some time ago.

He carefully checked the book to make sure the pages were undamaged, then rewrapped it, picked up the bundle, and went out.

After walking along the familiar cobblestone path and past several clumps of green bamboo, I arrived once again at Zhang Cuishan's secluded and elegant residence.

The babbling brook behind the house adds to the tranquility.

Wu Feng straightened his robes and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in." Zhang Cuishan's clear and gentle voice came from inside the courtyard.

Pushing open the door, one sees Zhang Cuishan not in the study, but sitting at a stone table in the courtyard. Xuan paper is spread on the table, and he is picking up a brush, dipping it in ink, seemingly practicing calligraphy again.

Sunlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, casting dappled shadows on him and making his dark blue Taoist robe appear even more simple and elegant.

Wu Feng didn't think much of it. Although this fifth uncle of his only martial arts school spent his days reading and writing, displaying the demeanor of a refined scholar, the light gold characters above his head were not to be mistaken: [Zhang Cuishan - First-class Martial Artist].

Their strength should not be underestimated. The Seven Heroes of Wudang have received Zhang Sanfeng's true teachings for decades, and every single one of them is a first-rate expert.

Even Mo Shenggu, who appears somewhat weak in the original work, would still be a master capable of establishing his own sect and becoming a powerful figure in the martial arts world.

The renowned True Martial Seven-Section Formation is said to be able to unleash several times the combat power of its user, and its foundation lies in the profound cultivation and tacit understanding of these seven top-notch masters.

"Fifth Uncle, I've come to return the books." Wu Feng stepped forward and placed the bundle in an empty space on the stone table.

"Leave it there." Zhang Cuishan didn't even look up, his pen moving steadily across the paper, outlining the final stroke of the character "静" (jing, meaning stillness).

After finishing writing, he put down his pen, pressed down the edges of the Xuan paper with a paperweight, and looked up at Wu Feng.

His gaze first fell on the bundle, then turned to Wu Feng, and he asked gently, "Returning the books so soon? Have you understood them all? Reading helps you understand principles. If you have any questions, you can ask me now."

Wu Feng respectfully replied, "Fifth Uncle, this disciple has finished reading."

"Hmm? You've finished reading it?" Zhang Cuishan asked, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Although these books are not martial arts manuals, they require time and careful reading to truly understand and benefit from them.

He had only borrowed the book a few days ago, yet this disciple claimed to have finished reading it?

But seeing Wu Feng's composed expression and clear eyes, which didn't seem perfunctory, he nodded and said calmly, "Not bad. Reading a book a hundred times will reveal its meaning. If you have free time in the future, you can review it again, and perhaps you will gain new insights."

"Yes, disciple will remember," Wu Feng replied.

Zhang Cuishan glanced at him, seemingly wanting to ask something, but ultimately just waved his hand and said, "Go."

"This disciple takes his leave." Wu Feng bowed respectfully, turned and left the courtyard, gently closing the gate behind him.

In the courtyard, Zhang Cuishan looked at the bundle on the stone table, then glanced in the direction Wu Feng had left, shook his head and chuckled, muttering, "That kid... he really is unfathomable."

Having said that, he stopped thinking about it, picked up his brush again, moistened the ink, and began to write on another sheet of Xuan paper.

Wu Feng left Zhang Cuishan's residence and headed straight for the back mountain, stepping once again into that familiar bamboo forest.

The sun was shining brightly in the center of the open space.

He walked to the flat bluestone where he usually practiced his sword and sat down cross-legged.

The mental cultivation method of "Harmony with the World" is activated once again.

The tranquil inner energy circulates continuously, gradually blending with the serenity of the bamboo forest, the gentle breeze, and the warmth of the sunlight...