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Dry rations are bland, but they can fill your hunger bar.

He ate while estimating the time and distance.

Traveling this way is actually quite efficient.

When a horse is tired, it can't run anymore. Forcing it to run will only result in a slow walk, which is a waste of time.

Instead of delaying the journey, we can use the time while the horse rests to fight monsters and practice our skills. This way, we can improve continuously without interrupting the journey.

Once we reach Dali, our Tai Chi level will be higher, bringing more attribute bonuses, which will give us a better chance of dealing with the Four Evils.

After all, he was a veteran second-rate master who had been in the martial arts world for decades, and his attributes should not be underestimated.

I've only been practicing martial arts for less than a month at most. It's a bit difficult to completely overwhelm someone else's decades of hard work with just that little bit of time.

The key is to seize every opportunity to improve your skills while on the road.

Having made up his mind, Wu Feng continued south at this pace.

When the horse got tired, it would find a nearby monster spawn point to practice its punches.

Having practiced his boxing skills enough and with his horse rested, he mounted and galloped away.

After several rounds of this journey, as the sun began to set and the evening glow painted the horizon orange-red, the outline of a small town finally appeared at the end of the official road ahead.

The town was slightly larger than Shuimu Town, and wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys, indicating that it was already evening and time to rest.

Wu Feng led his horse into the town.

Shops along the cobblestone street were closing one after another, but the lights in the inns and taverns were still on.

He first found the general store in town and dumped all the materials he had accumulated from fighting monsters all day, along with some odds and ends, onto the counter.

The shopkeeper was a bald old man who squinted and counted the items for a while, then used an abacus: "One hundred pairs of tusks, eighty coins per pair; fifty wild boar hides, one hundred coins per hide; one hundred hyena hides, seventy coins per hide... twenty taels of silver in total."

Wu Feng nodded and accepted the silver.

Adding the scattered copper coins dropped directly while fighting monsters, I earned twenty taels of silver today just from selling materials. With the money dropped by monsters, my total income exceeded forty taels of silver.

If you were to exchange all of them at the current in-game exchange rate of 138 RMB for 100 coins, that would amount to over 50,000 real-world currency.

Fifty thousand a day... He was quite satisfied with this money-making efficiency.

It has exceeded expectations by far.

However, he's not in a hurry to sell the gold coins right now.

It's useful to keep the money, since there are still many martial arts schools in the martial arts world where you can learn skills, and those skills all require real money to acquire.

Using money to buy martial arts skills and stack attributes is a necessary investment.

Higher attributes mean greater efficiency in farming money, acquiring treasures, and completing quests, creating a virtuous cycle.

After dealing with the spoils, Wu Feng led his horse to a reasonably clean inn in town, the Ping An Inn.

He handed the horse over to the waiter to take it to the stable for proper care, and then went into the main hall.

There were seven or eight tables on the first floor, and about half of them were occupied at the moment. Most of the people were NPCs dressed as merchants and wandering swordsmen, but there were also no fewer than a dozen players who gathered at a few tables near the window and in the corner, talking in hushed tones. Their voices could be faintly heard in the slightly noisy lobby.

Wu Feng booked a regular room, then found a quiet spot against the wall on the first floor to sit down. He ordered a pot of wine, two small dishes, and a bowl of noodles with minced meat sauce.

After a long day of travel, although you won't actually feel tired in the game, you still need to relax and replenish your hunger.

While waiting for the food to be served, he sat seemingly casually, but his ears were picking up on the conversations in the lobby.

Especially the chatter from those players' tables, drifting over intermittently.

"...Have you heard? Ba Dao's team was wiped out!" A player wearing leather armor and carrying a single sword lowered his voice, but the shock in his tone was unmistakable.

"Ba Dao? That powerful player ranked seventeenth on the leaderboard? Isn't their team supposed to have three third-rate peak players? Did they go and challenge the Four Evils?" Another swordsman at the table asked.

"I went to Dali! I didn't believe in bad luck, thinking all those people on the forum complaining were just bad at the game. And what happened? Near that village at the foot of Cangshan Mountain, I ran into Ye Erniang!"

"Ye Erniang? The one who steals children?"

"Yes! I heard that Ba Dao and the others saw Ye Erniang carrying a child and wanted to intercept her, and also test the BOSS's strength. But... that woman Ye Erniang is incredibly nimble. As soon as Ba Dao rushed forward, she used a strange movement technique to get behind him and struck him in the back, seriously injuring him! The guy in their team who practices the Golden Bell Shield tried to step in, but Ye Erniang tore through his defenses with her bare hands, crushing his throat! The remaining two tried to run, but they were caught up with after only a few steps and were all killed!"

"Total annihilation? Even the Overlord Blade..."

"Yeah, see you at the respawn point. My level was reset to zero, and the worst part is that my second-rate sword technique, which I had just mastered, has dropped back to the beginner level. I heard he was so angry he logged off."

"My God... that's ruthless? If Ye Erniang is this fierce, then what about Duan Yanqing..."

"Don't even think about it! The forum sentiment has completely changed. Everyone's saying that these four villains are not to be trifled with at this stage; any number of them you send will die. The big guilds are all observing for now, seemingly thinking of other ways, like triggering some kind of story quest."

"Then we..."

"Us? Let's just focus on leveling up! Don't go joining that frenzy, it's a meat grinder!"

After a few sighs, the players started discussing which leveling spot nearby was more efficient.

Wu Feng listened quietly, his lips twitching involuntarily.

As expected, players love a challenge.

But those are four living bosses, not wooden stakes in a dungeon waiting for you to push them step by step.

These people are truly courting death.

He shook his head, picked up the wine glass that had just been served, and took a sip.

Inferior liquor is spicy and pungent.

The opportunities in this game are not so easy to kill, especially those first-rate and second-rate martial artists.

Just then, the steaming hot noodles with minced meat sauce were served.

He put down his wine glass, picked up his chopsticks, and ignored the other players' chatter, focusing on the food in front of him.

The noodle soup was rich and fragrant, and the meat sauce was savory and delicious. My virtual stomach, which had been starving for most of the day, was comforted, and my hunger level steadily recovered.

As he ate, he mentally calculated his earnings for the day.

The proficiency level of Tai Chi has reached (Minor Mastery 151108/200000), and there is only a gap of less than 50,000 points left to reach Major Mastery.

At this rate, we might break through the barrier on the way, without even having to wait for Dali.

I feel that by the time I arrive in Dali, I will have mastered Tai Chi to perfection, or even... complete perfection?

As he thought this, a barely perceptible smile appeared on Wu Feng's face.

Strength is built up little by little, steadily, while others take risks, complain, or wait and see.

After finishing his noodles, he cleaned up the remaining food and drinks, paid the bill, and got up.

Without lingering on the first floor, he went straight up to the second floor and returned to his room.

Back in the room, a thought struck him, and he chose to exit the game.

In the real world, the soft sound of the game pod's hatch sliding open was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Wu Feng sat up, rubbed his slightly numb neck, then braced himself on the edge with both hands and easily jumped out.

My feet touched the familiar floor, and a real, slightly cool sensation came from the soles of my feet.

He stretched, and his bones crackled softly, as if rusty gears were being re-oiled and turned.

The daily practice of boxing, traveling, and exerting force in the virtual world seemed to subtly project those muscle memories into his real body, making him feel that his limbs were full of power, yet also carrying a stiffness that needed to be stretched after maintaining a specific state for a long time.

He wandered around the small room a few times, did some chest expansions and torso twists, and then slowly practiced a few Tai Chi starting movements in the air.

The movements were slow and without any force; it was simply a stretching motion.

As the activity progressed, the sluggish feeling of the virtual and real worlds intertwining gradually dissipated, and the body regained its lightness and agility.

"It's time to eat something." A strong sense of hunger surged up at that moment. Virtual food can fill the hunger bar in the game, but it can't fool the real body.

He changed into loose casual clothes, grabbed his phone and keys, and went downstairs.

The city was still brightly lit at night, but it was different from the ancient and bustling atmosphere in the game.

The noise here is a mixture of car engines, neon signs, and modern music.

He turned into his usual snack street and found a clean-looking, popular home-style restaurant.

Lifting the plastic curtain, warm air and noisy voices rushed in.

The shop was packed with people, mostly local residents and office workers, drinking and chatting loudly.

Wu Feng found a small table for two in the corner, sat down, and picked up the laminated menu.

"Fish-fragrant shredded pork, Kung Pao chicken, garlic-flavored lettuce, Mapo tofu, and a tomato and egg soup," he said to the approaching waiter. "And a large bowl of rice."

"Okay, just a moment." The waiter noted it down and left.