Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

He glanced at his phone's memo app, which was still empty.

He opened the app, created a new entry, and typed:

[Dali, the storyline of the Four Villains.]

Save.

Tomorrow, I need to go find Master Song Yuanqiao and ask if I can go down the mountain.

He really didn't want to miss this storyline.

Just then, the waiter came over with a tray.

"Your boiled sliced ​​pork, spicy diced chicken, dry-fried green beans, Mapo tofu, seaweed and egg drop soup, and rice." Steaming hot dishes were placed on the table one by one, their aroma filling the air.

"Thank you." Wu Feng put away his phone and picked up his chopsticks.

Let's eat first and talk about it later.

He ate very quickly. The spicy and savory flavors exploded in his mouth, and the satisfying feeling of real food brought him peace of mind.

He devoured the four dishes, soup, and a large bowl of rice in a whirlwind, then let out a satisfied burp.

Check out and leave.

I took a walk to digest my food, letting the night breeze carry away the smell of the meal. Back at my accommodation, I quickly took a hot shower to wash away all my fatigue.

I changed into clean pajamas and lay back down in the gaming pod.

The hatch closed, and consciousness sank in.

In the game world, the night is deep.

Wu Feng opened his eyes on the bed and, without delay, sat down cross-legged.

The essence of "Harmony with the World" quietly unfolds.

The pure and tranquil inner energy flowed along a familiar path, gradually blending with the darkness of the surrounding hut and the faint chirping of insects outside the window.

The mind is calm, yet perception subtly extends outward.

The state of perfect harmony with the world is so smooth and effortless that the breath flows through the entire body almost as soon as a thought arises.

A cool and tranquil feeling arose from the dantian and quickly spread throughout the body, not only nourishing the meridians but also immersing the spirit in a warm spring.

With each cycle of true qi, it grows stronger and more solid, and its affinity and resonance with the primordial qi of heaven and earth deepens.

[Harmony with the World Proficiency +420]

At the edge of the field of vision, a stable fluctuation is indicated.

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

Time flew by as I immersed myself in the practice.

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

When the internal energy had completed its hundredth cycle, Wu Feng slowly finished his practice and opened his eyes.

His eyes held a gentle, restrained light, seemingly even calmer than the night before.

He looked inward at his dantian, where the jade-like vortex of energy had clearly grown stronger and more solid. As it slowly rotated, it resonated with an indescribable harmony with himself, the small house, and even the world outside the window, which was about to brighten.

My Qi limit has roughly increased by about two thousand points.

He looked at the skills panel.

【Harmony with the World (Perfect 89448/500000)】

The proficiency level has increased from 108 points to 89448 points.

In one night, I accumulated nearly 90,000 skill points.

The efficiency is astonishing.

There is still a shortfall of over 400,000 points to reach the 500,000 points required for the Great Perfection.

Outside the window, the sky had brightened a bit.

On a distant mountain peak, the morning bell of dawn, at the hour of Mao (5-7 AM), pierces the last silence before dawn, carrying its gentle sound.

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

After washing up, Wu Feng put on his slightly faded blue Taoist robe and pushed open the door.

The morning mist in the mountains had not yet dissipated, and the air was damp and cold, carrying the unique crispness of grass and trees when inhaled.

He walked along the dew-dampened cobblestone path toward the training ground.

On the field, dozens of third-generation disciples were already standing loosely.

Today's duty uncle is the seventh uncle, Mo Shenggu. This uncle has a young face and always carries a bit of a carefree spirit. He is already standing at the front of the field. Seeing that almost everyone has arrived, he clapped his hands.

"Cheer up! Let's continue practicing the Cloud-Stepping Technique today!" Mo Shenggu's voice was cheerful as he walked straight towards the plum blossom stakes. With a leap, he nimbly jumped onto the stakes, then unleashed his graceful and agile leaping movements. His clothes fluttered as he turned and shifted, as if his feet were not touching the ground.

Wu Feng watched quietly. Looking at it now, he was more interested in savoring that ethereal and graceful feeling.

After Mo Shenggu finished his demonstration and announced that he could practice on his own, he followed the others to the plum blossom stakes, chose a quiet corner, and jumped onto them.

He deliberately controlled his speed and height, and his movements were similar to those of the disciples around him. However, he slightly restrained his already instinctive and skillful movements, changing direction with ease with each step.

To outsiders, he was merely one of the more fluent disciples among many who practiced diligently.

Mo Shenggu, who was patrolling not far away, occasionally glanced at Wu Feng, a knowing look flashing in his eyes, but he just smiled and didn't say anything. He turned around to instruct another disciple who was unsteady and teetering on the verge of falling.

The morning class ended with the monotonous yet focused sound of jumping.

"Alright, that's enough for today! Dismissed!" Mo Shenggu announced.

"Thank you, Seventh Uncle!" the disciples bowed.

Wu Feng leaped off the wooden stake and followed the flow of people toward the dining hall.

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

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

Once the feeling of fullness filled the hunger bar, the vague sense of emptiness dissipated.

He put down his chopsticks and bowl without delay, got up and headed straight for the bamboo forest behind the mountain.

The open space was quiet, and the morning light had already filtered through the bamboo leaves, casting dappled shadows.

Wu Feng walked to the center, paused briefly to catch his breath, and then assumed a fighting stance.

Tai Chi Chuan.

His mind was calm, and his movements unfolded naturally. The starting posture was smooth and gentle, with his arms drawing arcs, as if embracing Tai Chi.

The movements were extremely slow, yet they possessed a profound and contemplative quality, as if they were not practicing boxing, but rather unleashing some intangible and intangible force that permeated the heavens and earth.

"Grasp the Sparrow's Tail", "Single Whip", "Cloud Hands"... each move is extremely slow, with smooth and rounded trajectories.

The true energy of "Harmony with the World" within his body flowed naturally, blending seamlessly with the supremely gentle fist intent, adding a sense of harmony to his movements, making him feel completely integrated with his surroundings.

There was no sharp whistling sound, only the soft rustling of clothes and steady breathing.

He was completely immersed in it, carefully experiencing the flow of every bit of force, the subtle shift of the center of gravity, the twisting of the waist and hips, and the pulling sensation between the arcs of his arms.

This fist technique is inherited from Tai Chi sword, but it focuses more on neutralizing and generating force in close combat.

again and again.

Sweat gradually seeped out, but he seemed unaware of it, his mind already merged with the harmonious intent of the fist.

At the edge of the field of vision, the proficiency indicator jumps at a steady frequency.

Tai Chi proficiency +420

With the double bonus from the bamboo forest clearing and my current 350 points of comprehension, I can gain 420 points of proficiency with each practice session, which is incredibly efficient.

They practiced from high noon until nearly noon.

As the sun rose directly overhead, and the light and shadows in the forest became brief and bright, Wu Feng slowly ceased his movements and exhaled a long breath. He glanced at his skill bar.

Tai Chi (Beginner Level 33600/80000)

In one morning, I accumulated more than 30,000 proficiency points.

"With higher comprehension, practicing skills is indeed faster," he thought to himself, wiping the sweat from his brow.

If other players knew about this speed, their eyes would probably pop out of their sockets.

He stretched his slightly sore limbs, then turned and left the bamboo grove, heading towards the Tranquil Hall.

The Jingxin Hall was empty and quiet, with only Song Yuanqiao sitting cross-legged on the main seat, seemingly resting with his eyes closed.

Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes and saw Wu Feng. A hint of surprise appeared on his gentle face.

"Changfeng? Is something the matter?" Song Yuanqiao asked gently.

Wu Feng stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Master, I have come to inform you of something."

"Oh? Please speak freely."

Wu Feng straightened up and said frankly, "I feel that I have mastered the martial arts I learned on the mountain, but it is all done in isolation. Therefore, I would like to ask my master for permission to go down the mountain for some experience, so as to verify what I have learned and broaden my horizons."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuanqiao looked at Wu Feng, his gaze lingering on him for a moment.

It seemed as if one could sense the hidden yet exceptionally solid and profound aura within him.

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Your martial arts skills are indeed quite good," Song Yuanqiao said slowly, his tone turning serious. "But you must remember, having learned my Wudang martial arts and entered the martial world, you must uphold righteousness and act chivalrously. You must never use your skills for evil or tarnish the reputation of your sect. Otherwise, the rules of our sect will not tolerate it, and I will not let you off easily. Do you understand?"

"Disciple understands. I will always keep the teachings of my master in mind and will never forget them." Wu Feng cupped his hands, his expression solemn.

Seeing his sincere attitude, Song Yuanqiao's expression softened slightly, and he nodded, saying, "Since you've made up your mind, then go. The world is dangerous; think things through carefully and protect yourself."

"Thank you for your kindness, Master." Wu Feng bowed again.

"Go." Song Yuanqiao waved his hand and closed his eyes again.

Wu Feng turned around and left Jingxin Hall.

Having greeted Song Yuanqiao, the journey down the mountain was considered complete, making things much easier in the future.

He then turned back to the bamboo forest on the back mountain.

There's no rush to go down the mountain. We can return the book to Uncle Zhang Wu after tomorrow's morning lessons.

Right now, I should focus on practicing my boxing.