Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

For example, the owner of the forum 【京城逍遥录】, a wealthy young man from the capital, posted a new thread detailing how he booked the most expensive restaurant in the capital, "醉仙楼", to host a banquet for a group of NPC literati. The banquet featured not only delicacies but also performances by popular courtesans, including a qin and xiao duet. He even managed to get a retired scholar to write a valuable calligraphy and painting on the spot.

The post, complete with pictures and text, was extremely luxurious and attracted a large number of players.

"Witnessing true extravagance and decadence, seeing beautiful women and listening to music, is much more interesting than watching others serve food," Wu Feng shook his head, somewhat wistfully.

Whether in reality or in the virtual world, people's innate desire to chase excitement and yearn for enjoyment seems to remain the same.

The popularity of these bragging posts reflects, to some extent, the wealth gap and the diversity of gameplay within the game.

He casually clicked on a link to a recorded classical music piece attached to the "rich young master of Beijing" post.

The melodious sound of the guqin flowed out through the phone's speaker. The tune was clear and melodious, and the artistic conception was ethereal. It was indeed played very well, much purer and more flavorful than many so-called ancient-style music in reality.

The game's attention to detail is evident.

Just as I was listening to the music, the waiter came over with a tray.

"Your shredded pork with garlic sauce, Kung Pao chicken, stir-fried lettuce with garlic, Mapo tofu, tomato and egg soup, and rice."

Steaming hot dishes filled the small table, their colors enticing and their aroma irresistible.

"Thank you." Wu Feng turned off the forum and music, put away his phone, and picked up his chopsticks.

The warmth and substantial texture of real food quickly fill the stomach.

He ate quickly and attentively, devouring the four dishes, soup, and a large bowl of rice in a whirlwind.

Check out and leave. Take a walk to digest your food, letting the cool night breeze wash away the smell of cooking.

Back at my accommodation, I quickly took a hot shower to wash away the day's fatigue and grime.

After changing into clean, soft pajamas, I felt completely relaxed.

Without delay, he lay down in that familiar gaming pod again.

The hatch closed, darkness descended, and consciousness was rapidly stripped of reality as if sinking to the bottom of water.

In the game world, in a guest room on the second floor of Ping An Inn.

Wu Feng sat cross-legged on the hard bed, closed his eyes, and instantly focused his mind into his dantian.

The essence of "Harmony with the World" naturally began to flow.

The techniques at the perfect level are already perfectly smooth and unimpeded in operation.

That vortex, serene and jade-like, yet subtly resonating with its surroundings—the simple guest room, the faint echoes of the city outside the window, and the silence of the distant wilderness—moved smoothly along a mysterious and complex path.

A sense of coolness, tranquility, and harmony with all things permeated my entire body.

The mind is calm as still water, yet perception subtly extends outward.

You can hear the soft sounds of the waiters clearing away the dishes downstairs, feel the night wind blowing the inn's banners outside the window, and even vaguely sense the faint resonance between your own internal energy and some kind of subtle primordial energy in the world.

Each time true qi completes a full cycle, it grows stronger and more solid, and the meaning of its fusion with heaven and earth deepens.

[Harmony with the World Proficiency +210]

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

Even without the bonus of double proficiency, with a comprehension bonus of up to 350 points, you can still gain 210 proficiency points each week, which is already quite efficient.

He was completely absorbed in his cultivation, with no distractions in his mind.

Time slipped away quietly in this state of complete absorption.

The night outside the window gradually faded, the starlight disappeared, and the eastern sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn.

Outside the inn, the shouts of early-rising vendors and the sound of wheels rolling over bluestone slabs could be heard.

As another cycle of Qi circulation came to a complete end, Wu Feng slowly withdrew his practice and opened his eyes.

The light in his eyes was warm and restrained, seemingly even more serene and profound than last night.

My mind and body were completely clear and peaceful. I felt refreshed instead of tired after a night of cultivation.

He looked inward at his dantian. The jade-like vortex of energy had clearly grown stronger and more solid, and as it slowly rotated, the serene and vast aura it emitted became even more pronounced.

The total amount of true qi, roughly perceived, has increased by more than two thousand points compared to last night.

【Harmony with the World (Perfect 313108/500000)】

My proficiency level increased from 253108 points last night to 313108 points. In one night, I gained a full 60,000 proficiency points.

There is still a gap of less than 190,000 points to reach the 500,000 points required for the Great Perfection.

At this rate, I'll reach the Great Perfection in another three or four nights.

What caught his attention even more was the upper limit of true qi.

As one progresses through the realm of "Harmony with the World," the increase in true qi brought about by each breakthrough and daily cultivation becomes quite substantial.

Now, the upper limit of his internal energy has exceeded 20,000 points.

20,000 points of true qi.

In the martial arts world, this can already be described as having profound inner strength.

Even in some small and medium-sized sects, this amount of true energy is enough to qualify someone for the position of elder or even sect leader.

Combined with the amazing attributes brought by his perfected martial arts, he is now capable of fighting even against truly top-tier masters.

"Not bad," Wu Feng muttered to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The improvement in my skills is clearly visible, and every step I've taken has been solid. This feels great.

He rolled out of bed, walked to the window, and pushed open the wooden window.

The crisp morning air rushed in, carrying the unique scent of smoke and dust that characterizes the town.

The street downstairs was already bustling with people; a new day had begun.

Looking at the darkening sky and the figures of people coming and going on the street outside the window, Wu Feng sat up straight by the window on the second floor of the inn and stretched.

The bones made a slight cracking sound, and the fatigue from a day of traveling and practicing boxing seemed to ease away.

He got up from the table, went straight back to the guest room, closed the door, and then, on a whim, decided to quit the game.

In the real world, the game's cabin hatch slides open.

The morning light streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, almost blindingly bright.

Wu Feng sat up, rubbed his face, and got out of bed.

After a quick wash, he put on his coat and went out.

There weren't many pedestrians on the streets in the early morning, but the breakfast stalls were already steaming.

He walked to his usual stall, ordered soy milk and fried dough sticks and two tea eggs, and sat down at the low plastic table.

After drinking hot soy milk, a warm feeling spread from my stomach.

He ate quickly; the fried dough sticks were crispy, and the eggs were flavorful. He finished his breakfast in just a few minutes.

After paying the bill and getting up, he bought a bottle of water and a bag of biscuits at a roadside convenience store, put them in his pocket, and then returned to his residence.

I lay back down in the gaming pod.

The hatch closed, and consciousness sank in.

In the game world, inside the guest room of Ping An Inn, the light was still dim.

Wu Feng pushed open the door and walked down the stairs.

There were already many early-rising merchants and travelers having lunch in the lobby, and the noise was even louder than last night.

He went to the counter and ordered a bowl of noodles with minced meat sauce, two steamed buns, and a large plate of braised beef.

I found an empty seat against the wall, sat down, and started eating.

The virtual feeling of fullness gradually fills the hunger bar as food is consumed, and the vague sense of emptiness quickly dissipates.

After finishing his meal, he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he asked the waiter for an oil paper bag, packed up the remaining braised beef and two steamed buns, and stuffed them into his backpack.

"For traveling," he explained to the curious-looking waiter.

Stepping out of the inn, the cool morning breeze caressed my face, carrying the unique lively atmosphere of the small town.

He led the chestnut horse out of the stable, patted its neck, and mounted the saddle.

"drive!"

With a soft shout, the chestnut horse spurred its four hooves, carrying him through the gradually awakening streets and heading out of town.

Once again, we set foot on the loess road leading to Dali.