Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

Wu Feng stood in the side room, a thought flashing through his mind, and the operation interface appeared before his eyes. He clicked "logout".

The soft sound of the hatch sliding open was particularly clear in the quiet room.

He opened his eyes. The game pod was still glowing with a faint blue light, which reflected on the ceiling like a thin layer of water ripples.

He sat up, rubbed his temples, and jumped out, bracing himself on the edge.

Sunlight streamed through the half-drawn curtains, casting a long, thin beam of light on the wooden floor.

Tiny dust particles floated in the light, slowly swirling around.

He walked to the bedside, picked up his phone, swiped his thumb across the screen, and tapped on the bank notification.

He paused for a moment when the numbers popped up.

1078 million. It's in my account.

He stared at the string of numbers for a few seconds without blinking.

The zeros on the screen were arranged neatly, gleaming faintly in the sunlight.

It's only been a few minutes? From the time I clicked "confirm" in the game until now, it's been at most five minutes.

Such a large interbank transfer arrived so quickly.

He smirked, thinking to himself that this game company was indeed incredibly powerful.

The interface with the bank is probably a dedicated line with maximum priority, otherwise it wouldn't be this fast.

He placed his phone on the bedside table, and it made a soft thud on the glass surface.

Then he just stood there, staring blankly out the window.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a long, thin line of light on the floor, where dust motes continued to drift slowly.

The faint sound of a car horn could be heard in the distance, muffled and separated by several walls.

After working so hard for so long, I finally have a house and a car. But suddenly having so much more money doesn't feel like anything particularly strong.

Having more money means I just save it and look at it. Honestly, if you ask me what I really want right now, I can't think of anything right now.

He stretched, and the joints in his shoulders and neck made a series of soft, cracking sounds with the movement.

I put down my phone and turned back to the gaming pod.

I opened the hatch and lay down inside.

The hatch closed, and a faint blue light seeped out from the edges, enveloping him in a light, cool hue.

Consciousness sinks.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness came over me.

When the scene before him cleared up from a blur, he was already standing in a side room of the Shunlai Inn.

The sunlight filtering through the window paper illuminated the room brightly.

He stood still and stretched his limbs. He twisted his neck from side to side, rotated his shoulders, straightened his arms, and his joints cracked softly.

It's still early. The game shows it's just past Chen Shi (7-9 AM), around 10 AM.

He pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.

The sunlight in the courtyard was just right, and the clumps of short bamboo rustled in the morning breeze. Dewdrops clung to the tips of the bamboo leaves, shimmering in the sunlight.

He walked to the courtyard gate and called out towards the front hall, "Waiter."

The waiter jogged over, a smile plastered on his face: "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Send two buckets of hot water to my courtyard, make them extra hot." Wu Feng took out a piece of silver worth about one qian from his sleeve and placed it on the stone table. The silver made a soft thud as it fell onto the bluestone surface.

"Alright!" The waiter took the silver, weighed it in his hand, his smile widened, and he turned and ran back in a flash.

Before long, the waiter came over from under the eaves carrying two large buckets of hot water, steam rising from the buckets and the heat hitting us.

He was followed by a guy carrying two buckets of cold drinks.

The two poured hot water into a large wooden tub in the corner of the room, then added some cold water, and tested the water temperature with their hands.

"Sir, please try it. If it's not hot enough, I'll add more," the waiter said with a smile.

Wu Feng walked over and reached out to test the water temperature. It was just right, only slightly reddening his skin. He nodded.

The waiter and the waiter left, closing the door behind them. Their footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor.

Wu Feng bolted the door, took off his clothes, and stepped into the wooden tub.

Hot water reached over his ankles and then over his thighs.

He slowly sat down, the water reaching his waist, then his chest, and finally his shoulders.

He leaned against the barrel, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.

The water temperature was just right; the warmth seeped into the skin, gradually relieving the soreness and fatigue in the muscles and dissipating the mental exhaustion.

With my eyes closed, I listened to the faint sounds of the bustling streets outside the window, the gentle ripples of water in the bucket, and the steady, powerful beat of my own heart.

After soaking for about 15 minutes, the water began to cool down. He opened his eyes and stood up from the tub.

I dried myself off and changed into a clean white undershirt. The fabric was soft and felt refreshingly clean against my skin.

Just as I finished tying my belt, a line of small print popped up at the edge of my vision:

[System notification: Feeling refreshed, cultivation efficiency increased by 50%, lasting for one hour.]

Wu Feng glanced at the words and a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. The effects of this bath were more real than anything else.

He walked to the bedside, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

The nearly transparent, crimson-gold vortex in his dantian slowly rotated.

The pure Yang energy at its peak flowed steadily through the meridians, like a warm river, neither too fast nor too slow, but each rotation carried a heavy sense of power.

The heat rose from his dantian and spread along his limbs and bones, dispelling the last bit of fatigue left from a night of patrol.

He guided this flow of heat, causing it to circulate repeatedly along the meridian pathways.

True Qi rises from the Dantian, passes through the perineum, goes past the coccyx, and travels along the Du meridian.

The heat was like molten iron, but it wasn't scorching; it just flowed gently and steadily.

As the heat passed through the Mingmen point, it intensified, as if a ball of fire was burning against my lower back.

After passing the Jiaji point, the heat intensifies. After passing the Dazhui point, the heat surges up to the back of the neck.

When you reach Baihui (GV20), it feels like a warm current is poured over your head, and all the pores on your body open up.

Then the true energy flows down along the Ren meridian. Passing through the Yintang point, the heat travels down from the center of the eyebrows, as if someone is gently pressing on the forehead.

After passing through the Tanzhong acupoint, my chest felt warm, and my heartbeat became more stable.

After passing through the Juque Gate, the heat subsided and finally returned to the Dantian.

One great cycle.

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +414]

Pale gold text popped up at the edge of my field of vision.

He immersed himself in that warm current, letting his inner energy wash over and expand his meridians again and again.

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +414]

[Pure Yang Limitless Skill Proficiency +414]

The indicator pulsed steadily, one cycle after another.

Outside the window, it changed from morning to noon, the sun rose to its zenith, and sunlight shone through the window paper, spreading a large patch of light on the ground.

Then it changed from noon to afternoon, and the light slowly moved from the center of the ground to the corner of the wall, its color changing from bright white to dim yellow.

Immersed in that cycle, with each rotation of the true qi, the crimson-gold mass in the dantian becomes more solid, and the heat deepens.

As the setting sun streaming through the window changed from a dusky yellow to a deep red, a line of distinctive golden characters finally appeared at the edge of my field of vision.

It is intense, dazzling, like words cast from molten gold.

[System Notification: Congratulations! Your Pure Yang Limitless Skill has broken through to the Great Perfection realm!]

In that instant, the true energy that had been flowing through his body for thousands of cycles suddenly trembled.

The vortex of energy in the dantian suddenly contracted inward, condensing into an extremely small point, like a miniature sun compressed to its limit. Then it expanded with a roar!

The heat erupted from the dantian and surged wildly along the meridians to the limbs and bones.

The meridians were instantly stretched open by this surging heat, and then instantly returned to normal. The feeling was like a rubber band that had been stretched to its limit and then bounced back. It was sore, swollen, and numb, but only for a moment.

Then everything returned to calm.

The vortex of energy in his dantian had completely changed.

It was no longer the almost transparent reddish-gold color of before, but a pure and intense crimson, like thoroughly burned charcoal.

It was so red it shone, so bright it was dazzling, so red it burned your eyes just by looking at it.

The vortex rotated slowly, and with each rotation, the heat it emitted was several times stronger than before, yet it did not burn the meridians.

The heat carried an indescribable sense of oppression, like facing a real sun—not scorching, but instinctively making one want to bow one's head.

Wu Feng slowly finished his practice and opened his eyes.

The golden-red light in his eyes burst open and then recede, so fast it was almost an illusion. But in that instant, the entire room was illuminated for half a breath by that golden-red light.

He exhaled. The breath was incredibly hot when it left his mouth, condensing into a straight white streak in the cool evening air. It shot from the bedside all the way to the door, only dissipating after hitting the door panel. Even after it dissipated, a faint burning sensation remained in the air.