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Just then, the waiter came up the stairs with a tray, and the table was covered with steaming dishes.

"Sir, the dishes are all ready! Enjoy your meal!" The waiter smiled and withdrew.

Wu Feng snapped out of his daze, picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of lamb rib, and put it in Wu Xingyun's bowl.

Wu Xingyun lowered his head and ate in small bites.

Wu Feng also started eating, listening to the surrounding discussions as he ate.

The players' voices grew louder and louder, and the conversation went from guessing the rules of the martial arts competition to guessing the rewards, and from the rewards to who might win the championship. It was as lively as the New Year.

The meal took about 15 minutes. Wu Feng put down his chopsticks and wiped his hands with a cloth.

Wu Xingyun had just finished the last sip of soup and gently put the bowl down.

Wu Feng beckoned over the waiter and paid the bill.

Then he looked at Wu Xingyun and said in a low voice, "Something has suddenly come up that I need to go back to Kaifeng. Get ready, we're leaving tomorrow."

Wu Xingyun raised her head, her gaze falling on his face through the thin veil. She nodded, without saying a word.

The two got up, went down the stairs, crossed the lobby, and walked into the night.

Back in the courtyard, Wu Feng stopped at the stone table.

Wu Xingyun walked to the door of the main room, placed his hand on the door, and glanced back at him.

There was a faint emotion in those usually calm eyes, barely visible in the moonlight.

"Get some rest," she said, her voice low and fleeting.

Wu Feng nodded. Wu Xingyun pushed open the door, went inside, and closed it.

Wu Feng stood in the courtyard for a moment, listening to the rustling of the bamboo leaves in the night wind.

Then he turned around and walked back to his own room.

Close the door and light the oil lamp.

Sit down at the table, open the operating interface, and log off.

The hatch slid open slowly.

Wu Feng opened his eyes, sat up inside the game pod, and jumped out of the pod by pushing off the edge with both hands.

With my feet on the floor, I stretched and loosened my stiff body.

Then I changed my clothes, grabbed my phone and keys, and left home.

Arriving at my usual food street, I could smell the cumin aroma wafting from the barbecue stalls in the air.

Turn into an alley, and deep inside is a food stall. The storefront is small, with a few plastic tables and chairs placed at the entrance.

The smoke from the charcoal fire rose upwards, carrying the aroma of cumin and chili.

He walked up to the stall, and the owner, a middle-aged man wearing a greasy apron, came over: "What would you like to eat?"

"A large portion of stir-fried rice noodles with an egg topping, salt and pepper duck wings, and a pound of rice wine," Wu Feng said.

"Okay." The boss turned around and went back to work.

Wu Feng found an empty table and sat down.

Soon the stir-fried rice noodles and duck wings were served, along with a pound of rice wine.

Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks and began to eat slowly.

After tasting the food, I took a duck wing and leaned back in my plastic chair to eat it slowly.

The diners around were scattered in twos and threes, some playing drinking games, some bragging, the lively atmosphere mixed with the noise.

After finishing our meal and paying the bill, we got up and headed back to our accommodation.

Back in my room, I took a hot shower and changed into clean pajamas.

I stretched my limbs a few times by the window and twisted my neck.

Then I walked back to the gaming pod, lay down inside, and logged into the game again.

The game world, a private room.

The scene before my eyes changed from blurry to clear.

The oil lamp was still burning, its flame flickering slightly. The in-game time showed it was just past 9 PM.

Wu Feng stood up, took out the set of refined steel armor from his backpack, and put it on piece by piece.

After getting dressed, I pushed open the door and stepped out of the side room. The night was deep in the courtyard.

With a light tap of his toes, he leaped onto the top of the wall. He unleashed his Lingbo Weibu technique, blending into the night, and sped towards the palace.

A night breeze blew in from the palace wall, carrying the coolness of the night, and swirled a few withered leaves under the eaves.

The majestic palace complex stretched out before us, its side gate still open, with lanterns casting a dim yellow glow in front of it.

He landed, walked to the door, and took out the deputy general's token from his pocket.

The guard at the gate looked down, immediately cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Sir."

Wu Feng nodded, stepped over the threshold, and walked inside. He passed through several palace gates, circled the corridor, and arrived at the third team's barracks.

Zhao Yong and a dozen men were already waiting. Upon his arrival, they all clasped their hands in greeting: "Sir."

Wu Feng glanced at them: "Is everyone here?"

Zhao Yong stepped forward: "Reporting to your Excellency, all sixteen men on duty in the third team tonight have arrived."

"Let's go," Wu Feng said.

Zhao Yong stepped aside to lead the way, and the group walked out of the barracks and along the fixed patrol route.

The night was dark, and the palace was sparsely lit.

Occasionally, palace maids and eunuchs would walk by quickly carrying lanterns. Upon seeing them, they would immediately bow their heads and step aside.

Wu Feng walked at the front of the group, his steps steady, his eyes sweeping over the palaces, corridors and artificial hills along the way.

After completing the patrol, everything was normal. He looked at Zhao Yong: "You guys continue patrolling along the route. I'll go check over there."

Zhao Yong was taken aback for a moment, then clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Yes, sir."

Wu Feng turned and walked towards the restricted area. He passed through several corridors, circled the artificial hill, and arrived near the Empress's bedroom.

Looking from afar, the light was still on in that window, casting a dim, yellowish glow on the paper frame. Li Qiushui hadn't rested yet.

He glanced around and continued walking. Passing the princess's bedchamber, the windows were still lit.

He looked away, walked around the circle, and found nothing unusual.

He returned to that familiar rooftop and sat cross-legged in the shadow of the roof ridge.

The moonlight shone on the tiles, giving them a cool, clear luster.

The outline of the palace in the distance was shrouded in the night, with the occasional halos of palace lanterns flickering in the darkness.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He began to cultivate the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

He had studied this skill for a long time, but had never really used it.

The Northern Darkness Divine Art can absorb the internal energy cultivated from other internal arts, making it perfect for clearing away the impure true energy within the body.

He currently possesses a toxic internal energy cultivated through the Five Poisons Gu Technique.

He learned that skill in Dali, and the internal energy he cultivated was poisonous. Although he usually suppressed it, it was still a hidden danger.

Keep it; it might cause problems someday.

He guided the Northern Darkness True Qi, slowly probing into the edge of his dantian, where he came into contact with the hazy, fishy-smelling poisonous true qi.

The Northern Darkness True Qi was like an invisible net, gently wrapping around the toxic true qi, and then slowly penetrating, enveloping, and assimilating it.

The toxic energy struggled violently, writhing like a venomous snake that had been caught.

But the Northern Darkness True Qi slowly and steadily eroded inwards.

The fishy smell slowly dissipated, assimilated by the Northern Darkness True Qi into a neutral and peaceful elemental internal force, which then flowed along the meridians into the dantian and merged into the crimson pure yang true qi.

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He continued to activate the Northern Darkness Divine Art, gradually absorbing the poisonous true energy.

The hazy cloud of gas grew smaller and smaller, and its struggles weakened.

Time passed in the midst of cultivation. The moon peeked out from behind the clouds, then hid again.

A night breeze blew in gusts, causing the palace lanterns hanging from the eaves to sway and their light to dance on the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, the poisonous energy was finally completely absorbed.

Only the crimson pure yang true qi and the true qi cultivated by harmonizing with the world remained in his dantian.

Wu Feng opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

The heat condensed into a straight white streak in the night sky, shooting out nearly three feet before slowly dissipating.

The internal energy flowed smoothly, and the lingering chill completely disappeared.

He looked up at the sky.

The moon was setting in the west; it was already past 1:45 AM. A dark and windy night—perfect for a night of rest.