Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

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

The morning bell at dawn pierces through the morning mist, its long and deep tones spreading through the mountains.

Wu Feng opened his eyes in bed, his gaze still lingering with the serene feeling of being perfectly at peace with his surroundings after completing his cultivation the previous night.

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

The icy coldness made my skin tighten, and I instantly felt refreshed.

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

The morning air in the mountains carries the unique, slightly bitter scent of dew and pine needles, and feels cool and refreshing when inhaled. The flagstone path is damp and a little slippery underfoot.

He strode towards the training ground. When he arrived, dozens of third-generation disciples were already standing there, their ranks loose, but no one was talking; only the soft sounds of breathing and the rustling of clothing could be heard.

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

Not long after, a steady but slightly cold sound of footsteps came.

Yin Liting, dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, with a stern face and sharp eyes, walked steadily to the front of the crowd.

His gaze swept across the arena like a cold star, and the arena fell silent instantly.

"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.

He mastered the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen to perfection.

Watching Yin Liting practice again now, he still gained some insights into many subtle techniques of exertion, eye contact, and breath control.

But that doesn't stop him from following the procedures.

After the demonstration, Yin Liting sheathed his sword and stood still, his breathing as steady as ever.

"Practice on your own. This sword technique emphasizes precision and speed, aiming to break the enemy's weapon rather than injure them. Pay attention to the coordination of wrist strength and footwork, and be decisive when striking."

"Yes, Sixth Uncle!" The disciples responded and dispersed, each finding an open space, picking up their wooden swords and beginning to practice.

Wu Feng also walked to his usual corner and took a wooden sword from the weapon rack.

He deliberately controlled his strength and intent, and his movements and speed were roughly the same as those of the disciples around him. He practiced the starting stance of the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate in a proper and orderly manner.

The wooden sword thrust out in a straight line, the force generated by the wrist clean and crisp.

Although it was no longer a challenge for him, maintaining this serious attitude towards practice was still necessary.

The morning class ended with the monotonous yet earnest sound of swords cutting through the air.

"That's all for today. Consolidate your knowledge on your own." Yin Liting announced the end of get out of class.

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

Wu Feng put down his wooden sword, bowed with the others, and watched Yin Liting's dark blue Taoist robe disappear before turning around and joining the flow of people heading to the dining hall.

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

He found a seat by the window and quietly finished his meal.

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

He put down his bowl and chopsticks and left the dining hall without lingering.

Turn onto the cobblestone path leading to Zhang Cuishan's secluded and elegant residence.

Walking along the cobblestone path and past several clumps of green bamboo, the familiar sound of flowing water gradually becomes clearer.

Arriving at the ancient wooden door, Wu Feng straightened his robes and gently knocked.

"Knock knock knock".

Three soft sounds.

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

Wu Feng pushed open the door and entered.

The interior furnishings remain simple and elegant.

Zhang Cuishan was sitting behind his desk, writing something, when he heard the noise and looked up.

"Fifth Uncle-Master." Wu Feng stepped forward and bowed.

"Nephew Wu? Is something the matter?" Zhang Cuishan put down his pen, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

"Fifth Uncle, I'd like to borrow some books to read." Wu Feng stated his purpose directly. "Do you have any other books here?" He looked at Zhang Cuishan with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cuishan's smile deepened. "It's a good thing that you like reading." He stood up and walked to the wooden shelf next to him, which was filled with books. "Since you've already read the Three Character Classic and the Four Books, let me find you something else."

Wu Feng was taken aback upon hearing this.

Are there any others?

It turns out that those books on the shelves, densely packed with books, weren't just for decoration.

This is such a great way to get freebies...

He suppressed his excitement, maintained a respectful expression, and stood quietly to the side waiting.

Zhang Cuishan rummaged through the bookshelf for a while and pulled out a few thread-bound books that looked a bit old and had frayed edges.

Then, he took out a small wooden box from the bottom of the bookshelf, opened it, and inside were writing brushes, inkstones, and a stack of slightly yellowed Xuan paper.

"These are the Thousand Character Classic, the Hundred Family Surnames, and the Five Classics: the Book of Poetry, the Book of Documents, the Book of Rites, the Book of Changes, and the Spring and Autumn Annals. That's five books in total." Zhang Cuishan handed over a stack of books. "These are basic reading materials. After reading them, they will broaden your thinking considerably."

Wu Feng quickly accepted the book with both hands. The book felt slightly heavy in his hand, with the dry feel of paper and a faint scent of ink.

"And this one," Zhang Cuishan picked up another, thinner booklet with a blank cover, "is a book of annotations that teaches you how to write. You should read the book and practice your handwriting diligently. This is a set of brushes, ink, and inkstones that I used to use. Although they are a bit old, they are still usable. Here's some paper for you to practice your handwriting when you have time."

As he spoke, he stuffed the calligraphy annotation book, the writing brush, inkstone, and stack of Xuan paper into Wu Feng's hands.

Wu Feng was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer volume of things in his arms.

"Thank you, Fifth Uncle. I will practice diligently." He steadied himself and nodded quickly. He hadn't expected Zhang Cuishan to be so generous, giving him far more than just books.

"Go ahead and practice hard." Zhang Cuishan waved his hand, his expression gentle. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. Don't be shy."

"Yes, thank you, Fifth Uncle." Wu Feng solemnly bowed and then, carrying his bounty, left the hut and gently closed the door behind him.

Stepping out of the courtyard and onto the cobblestone path he had come from, Wu Feng finally let out a long sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face.

This time the harvest was truly enormous.

The Thousand Character Classic, the Hundred Family Surnames, and the Five Classics!

The forum had a list of twelve books on enlightenment that someone had painstakingly collected from all over the country, and Zhang Cuishan actually had them all!

Moreover, they also gave away a set of writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, plus a calligraphy annotation book for free.

This isn't just getting freebies, it's like striking gold!

He quickened his pace, carrying his things, and headed towards his little hut.

I went back to my room and closed the door.

He carefully placed the large pile of things he was carrying on the table.

First, organize the books. One copy each of the "Thousand Character Classic" and the "Hundred Family Surnames," five copies of the Five Classics, plus the anonymous handwritten commentary book, making a total of eight books.

The pages are yellowed, but well-preserved, clearly having been carefully read.

Next was the small wooden box.

Upon opening it, one finds a blue stone inkstone inside, its edges worn smooth.

The writing brush has a handle made of ordinary bamboo, but the tip is very well maintained.

Half of an ink stick has been used; there is also a stack of about twenty or thirty slightly yellowed Xuan papers.

Wu Feng took the brush, ink, and inkstone out of the box and placed them on the table.

The Xuan paper was laid out to one side. The eight borrowed books were neatly stacked on the corner of the table.

After doing all that, he sat down on the chair by the window.

Let's start with the basics.

He picked up the book "The Thousand Character Classic." It had a thin, blue cover. He opened it and began with "Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless."

As I focused on the book, and my finger just touched the page, a notification popped up in front of me:

"Should we study the Thousand Character Classic?"

"study."

The pages move automatically even without wind, and the wisdom of early childhood education contained in the words, punctuation, allusions, and even the unique arrangement of thousands of characters is systematically imprinted into consciousness.

[System notification: You have learned the Thousand Character Classic (Beginner). Comprehension +1.]

Under the "Knowledge" category in the skills panel, a new line has been added: "Thousand Character Classic (Beginner 0/500)".

On the attribute panel, the comprehension level jumped from 350 to 351.

The beginner's guide had already added a little bit. Wu Feng nodded and continued reading.

With his perfected [literacy] skill as a foundation, coupled with his high comprehension, reading these introductory texts was incredibly easy. He read very quickly, almost ten lines at a glance, not to pursue deep understanding, but to trigger the acquisition of reading proficiency.

After reading it once, the system notification reads: [Reading the Thousand Character Classic has increased your literacy and character recognition skills by 168, and your mastery of the Thousand Character Classic itself by 168.]

The Thousand Character Classic only requires 500 points to go from beginner to proficient. This means that he only needs to read it carefully three times to make a breakthrough.

Sure enough, when I was more than halfway through the second reading, that familiar sense of breakthrough came over me.