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A new day begins.

He got out of bed briskly, washed himself with cold water, and straightened his blue Taoist robe.

Today is a day of farewell.

When they arrived at the Jingxin Hall, most of the disciples were already seated inside, each sitting cross-legged in meditation, with no one talking.

Wu Feng found a cushion in the back row and sat down.

Soon after, Song Yuanqiao walked in with steady steps and sat down on the main prayer cushion.

"Today we will continue to explain the key points of Wudang Nine Yang Skill in regulating internal fire and nourishing the meridians." Song Yuanqiao began his lecture in a calm voice.

Wu Feng listened with his eyes closed.

Although his Wudang Nine Yang Skill has already reached perfection, listening to these theoretical things again might bring new insights.

Song Yuanqiao explained things in a simple and easy-to-understand way, detailing the subtle aspects of the flow of Yang energy, the signs of restlessness in the heart, and methods to resolve them.

Most of the disciples in the hall listened attentively, occasionally frowning in thought.

After finishing his lecture, Song Yuanqiao let everyone practice and experience it on their own.

Wu Feng followed his instructions and began to practice the Wudang Nine Yang Skill.

The intense, warm energy surged and circulated within the already opened meridians, creating a cozy and gentle atmosphere.

The state of perfect perfection makes this circulation a pure form of consolidation and nourishment, and the true energy becomes more condensed and pure with the circulation.

The one-hour morning class ended quickly.

"That's all for today," Song Yuanqiao announced.

The disciples rose and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Master."

Wu Feng bowed to the others, and when Song Yuanqiao got up to leave, he stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Master."

Song Yuanqiao stopped and looked at him, his gaze gentle: "Changfeng, is there anything else?"

"This disciple is about to descend the mountain today, and has come to bid farewell to my master," Wu Feng said respectfully.

Song Yuanqiao nodded, showing no surprise. Wu Feng had already informed him yesterday.

"Yes, go. The journey through the martial world is long and arduous; be careful. Remember the sect rules and uphold righteousness."

"Yes, disciple will always keep this in mind," Wu Feng solemnly replied.

Song Yuanqiao said no more, nodded slightly, and then turned and left Jingxin Hall.

Wu Feng also turned around and followed the crowd to the dining hall.

This might be the last breakfast I ate at Wudang Mountain.

Breakfast was still just congee and side dishes.

He finished eating quietly, satisfied his hunger, picked up the coarse cloth bundle he had prepared, walked out of the dining hall, and turned towards the path leading to Zhang Cuishan's secluded and elegant residence.

As we passed through the bamboo forest, the sound of a stream grew closer.

Arriving at the ancient wooden door, he straightened his robes and raised his hand to knock.

"Knock knock knock".

"Come in," Zhang Cuishan's clear voice rang out.

Wu Feng pushed open the door and entered. Zhang Cuishan was reading at the stone table in the courtyard. Seeing him enter carrying a bundle, he smiled warmly and said, "Nephew Wu? This is…"

"Fifth Uncle, I've come to return the books." Wu Feng stepped forward and carefully placed two bundles on the empty space on the stone table. "Thank you so much, Fifth Uncle, for lending me these books. I have benefited greatly from them."

Zhang Cuishan put down the book in his hand, looked at the neatly wrapped bundle, and his eyes showed even more admiration.

"It seems you've truly studied diligently. Reading enlightens the mind and is beneficial to martial arts as well. It's good that you understand this principle."

He paused, then looked at Wu Feng, "Are you going down the mountain today?"

"Yes, Fifth Uncle. This disciple plans to go down the mountain for training today." Wu Feng nodded.

"Yes, it's a good thing for young people to go out and see the world."

Zhang Cuishan stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "The world is a dangerous place, and people's hearts are unpredictable. Although your martial arts have already achieved some success, you must know that there are always people more skilled than you. Think things through carefully, don't be reckless, and don't trust people too easily."

"Thank you for your guidance, Fifth Martial Uncle. I will remember it." Wu Feng bowed respectfully.

"Go ahead," Zhang Cuishan waved his hand, his smile warm. "If you have some free time, remember to come back and visit."

"Yes, disciple takes his leave." Wu Feng bowed again, took two steps back, then turned and walked out of the courtyard.

Zhang Cuishan stood in the courtyard, watching Wu Feng's green figure disappear at the end of the bamboo path. The smile on his face gradually faded, turning into a faint sigh.

He shook his head and muttered to himself, "This disciple... is ultimately different from the other disciples."

Most of the other disciples who went up the mountain did so out of reverence for Wudang, either to learn martial arts or to cultivate Taoism; their intentions were relatively pure.

Wu Feng, on the other hand, was more like a dry sponge, simply coming here to absorb everything he could learn. His purpose was clear, and his progress was frighteningly fast.

He didn't come to become a Taoist priest, nor was he simply drawn by the reputation; it was more like... a pure pursuit of knowledge.

"I wonder if that guy will ever come back..." Zhang Cuishan shook his head and turned to walk back into the house.

The world is so vast, with so many temptations. Once you go, it might be like a fish entering the sea, with no chance of turning back.

Wu Feng left Zhang Cuishan's residence and headed straight for the gate of Wudang Mountain.

A long, winding stone staircase descends from the mountaintop, flanked by ancient, verdant pines.

At the mountain gate, two younger third-generation disciples were carefully sweeping the fallen leaves and dust off the steps.

Upon seeing Wu Feng approach, one of them looked up, recognized him, and nodded: "Junior Brother Wu."

Wu Feng returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "Thank you for your hard work, senior brothers."

"Junior brother, are you going down the mountain?" another person asked.

"Yes, let's go down the mountain and gain some experience," Wu Feng said with a smile.

"Have a safe journey," the two disciples said politely, then continued cleaning.

It was common for sect disciples to go down the mountain for training, so they didn't ask any questions.

Wu Feng strode out of the towering mountain gate.

After descending a few steps, he couldn't help but stop, turn around, and look back.

The majestic mountain gate stands behind me, with the three large characters "Wudang Sect" on the plaque written in bold, powerful strokes, appearing solemn and dignified in the morning light.

Inside the gate, there are rows of palaces and pavilions, nestled among the ancient pines and cypresses.

Further away, the Wudang Mountains rise amidst swirling clouds and mist, resembling a fairyland.

He stayed there for almost a month.

Life was simple and monotonous, yet incredibly fulfilling.

Every day is just practice, eat, practice, eat... over and over again.

But it is precisely this simplicity that has allowed him to focus single-mindedly and accumulate attributes to their current level.

Although the senior disciples here are not particularly close, they still teach with all their heart; and the grandmaster here generously bestows upon them his unique skills.

"I'm still quite reluctant to leave," Wu Feng thought to himself as he looked at the mountain gate.

This place is like a safe and efficient beginner's village, where he completed the most basic and crucial accumulation.

"In the future... when I've learned more martial arts and encountered a bottleneck, perhaps I can come back. This place is also a good place for secluded cultivation." The tranquility of Wudang Mountain is probably hard to find again in the chaotic world of martial arts.

With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated. He took one last look at the mountain gate and the familiar scenery behind it, then turned around and strode down the long stone steps.

With steady steps, his figure gradually disappeared into the winding mountain path and the rising morning mist.

Almost immediately after Wu Feng descended the mountain, Song Yuanqiao finished dealing with some mundane affairs and arrived at the secluded courtyard deep in the back mountain where Zhang Sanfeng practiced his meditation.

The courtyard gate was ajar. Song Yuanqiao straightened his clothes, gently pushed it open, and went inside.

Inside the courtyard, Zhang Sanfeng was sitting on a stone bench under an old pine tree. A simple tea set was placed on the stone table in front of him. He held a teacup, seemingly savoring the aftertaste of the tea.

His relaxed demeanor blended seamlessly with the tranquil surroundings.

"Master." Song Yuanqiao stepped forward and respectfully cupped his hands.

"Hmm, Yuanqiao, sit down." Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyes and gestured to the stone bench opposite him.

Song Yuanqiao did not sit down but remained standing, reporting, "Master, Wu Changfeng has already gone down the mountain."

Zhang Sanfeng paused for a moment, then took a sip, put down the cup, and smiled gently. "Oh? You went down the mountain? Young people are always more lively. If you can't stand the quiet of the mountain, it's good to go down and explore the world."

Song Yuanqiao observed his master's expression and carefully chose his tone, saying, "It's just that this is the time when he should be focusing on his cultivation. His hasty descent down the mountain makes me think that his temperament... might still be impatient, and he's a bit too eager for quick results."

In his view, Wu Feng's hasty departure inevitably made people feel somewhat restless.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng smiled, waved his hand at Song Yuanqiao, and said leisurely, "You don't need to overthink it. Everyone has their own ambitions and paths. Since he has chosen to descend the mountain at this time, he has his own destiny. Forcing him to stay on the mountain, where his heart is not in it, will only be of no use. Let him go."

"Yes, Master." Seeing that his master had said so, Song Yuanqiao said no more and nodded in agreement.

"Go about your business." Zhang Sanfeng picked up his teacup, his gaze fixed on the distant sea of ​​clouds, seemingly no longer concerned with the matter.

Song Yuanqiao bowed and said, "This disciple takes his leave." He then turned and quietly left the courtyard.