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He turned around, grabbed his phone and keys, opened the door, and went out.

He left the room and walked east along the street.

Turn into an alley. The alley is not deep, and there are old residential buildings on both sides, with the ground floor converted into shops.

We walked into a food stall in the alley.

The middle-aged man wearing a greasy apron looked up, saw it was him, and nodded: "The usual?"

"Let's try something different today." Wu Feng walked to the stall, looked at the ingredients displayed on the iron trays outside, picked up an iron tray, and started picking.

"Duck chin with salt and pepper, pork intestines stir-fried with chili peppers and garlic leaves, a large portion of stir-fried noodles, the wet-fried kind with braised sauce, and a fried egg topping. And grab a bottle of beer, ice cold."

"Okay." The shopkeeper took the basket and turned to get busy.

Wu Feng found an empty table and sat down.

Soon, the clerk brought over a bottle of beer and a glass, which was still covered in water droplets and had been chilled.

The wine I poured was golden, with fine foam that slowly rose in the glass.

He picked up the cup and took a sip.

The beer was icy cold as it went down my throat, with a slightly bitter taste. After swallowing, a sweet aftertaste lingered in my throat, and the coolness slid down my throat to my stomach, making me feel refreshed.

The dishes were served one after another.

He picked up a duck chin and took a bite. The outer skin was crispy, the meat inside was firm, and the salty and savory flavor of salt and pepper mixed with the spiciness of chili and the caramelized aroma of minced garlic exploded in his mouth.

He chewed slowly, then took another swig of beer. The coldness of the beer diluted the spiciness, leaving a subtle malty aroma.

Wu Feng ate slowly, occasionally glancing up at the other diners before lowering his head to continue eating.

After gnawing on the duck chin, finishing the large intestine, cleaning up the fried rice noodles, and emptying the beer, we finally finished our meal.

He leaned back in his chair, let out a burp, and the feeling of satisfaction spread from his stomach throughout his body.

I took out my phone, scanned the code to pay, and got up to leave.

The night breeze felt cool on my face.

Walking back along the same route, most of the shops along the street were closed.

Only convenience stores and some beverage bars had their lights on, the pale light illuminating the goods on the shelves clearly.

Back at my place, I took a hot shower.

After washing and drying myself, I changed into a black t-shirt and loose black casual pants.

I walked back to the gaming pod, opened the hatch, and lay down inside.

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

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sank, and the familiar feeling of weightlessness came over him.

When the scene before him cleared up from a blur, he was already sitting on the edge of the bed in the main room of the inn.

Moonlight streamed through the window cracks, casting a small patch of grayish-white light on the ground.

The oil lamp was still burning, its flame flickering slightly, casting swaying shadows on the wall.

He stood up and stretched. His joints made a series of soft, cracking sounds with the movement, like a string of tiny firecrackers.

I twisted my neck from side to side, rotated my shoulders, and straightened my arms. The stiffness I felt when I first came out of the game pod completely disappeared.

The true qi within the body flows smoothly, and the pure yang true qi of the Great Perfection flows steadily in the meridians like a warm river, neither hurried nor slow, yet carrying a heavy sense of power.

He pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard. The night wind blew, the clumps of green bamboo rustled, the bamboo leaves swayed in the moonlight, and their shadows swayed on the ground.

A dim light shone through the window of the west wing, casting a blurry shadow on the paper window frame; the person was still awake.

He walked to the door of the west wing and knocked three times on the door.

There was a moment of silence inside, followed by rustling sounds, and then the soft thud of bare feet on the floor.

A moment later, the door opened a crack from the inside, and Li Qinglu peeked out with half her face. When she saw it was him, the corners of her mouth immediately curved into a smile, and a smile spread from the depths of her eyes.

She opened the door and stood in the threshold. She had already changed into that white undergarment, and her hair was loose, jet black, and gleaming softly in the light.

Her face was clean and tidy, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and her lips were slightly pursed, with a shy smile on her face.

"Wu Lang," she called softly, her voice gentle.

Wu Feng looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. He stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind him.

The latch clicked into the slot.

The room was filled with a faint fragrance, the refreshing scent of soapberry, flower petals, and hot water that lingered on the skin after a bath.

The lamp sat on the table, its flame flickering slightly, casting a warm, dim glow over the entire room.

The blanket on the bed was lifted slightly, and the pillow was slightly dented, indicating that she had just been lying on the bed.

Wu Feng walked up to her and looked down at her. She looked up to meet his gaze, her eyes bright, reflecting the light, his shadow, and something complex, soft, and indescribable.

Her cheeks were flushed with a faint blush that extended all the way to her ears, and the redness appeared particularly soft under the light.

He reached out and gently lifted her chin. She obediently tilted her head back slightly, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but she said nothing.

But those eyes kept staring at him, without blinking.

Moonlight streamed through the cracks in the window, casting a small, greyish-white patch on the floor. The light inside flickered, the flame danced for a moment, then settled.

The wick of that oil lamp had burned quite long, and occasionally it would crackle and pop, sending a tiny spark flying upwards before falling back into the lamp.

Wu Feng leaned down. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

The bamboo leaves rustled outside the window, and the night wind blew through the gaps in the branches and leaves, creating a soft, rustling sound.

In the distance, the faint sound of a night watchman's clapper could be heard, tap-tap-tap, one beat after another, growing closer and then fading into the night.

A long time passed.

The room fell silent, with only the soft breathing of the two people remaining. The wick of the oil lamp burned even longer, the flame flickering and illuminating the entire room in an alternating pattern.

The shadows on the wall swayed, sometimes thick, sometimes thin, as if they had come to life.

Li Qinglu lay on the bed with her eyes half-closed, the blanket covering her chest, revealing the fair skin on her shoulders.

Moonlight streamed through the window cracks, illuminating her face. Her features were gentle, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red, and fine beads of sweat glistened on her forehead in the moonlight.

His lips were slightly parted, and a faint smile lingered at the corners of his mouth, a smile that reached all the way to his eyes.

She turned her head to look at Wu Feng. There was something complex, soft, and unsettling about those eyes.

She just looked at him without saying a word, but the slight smile on her lips looked especially gentle in the moonlight.

Wu Feng sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her.

He reached out and gently brushed aside the stray hairs on her forehead that were damp with sweat.

She closed her eyes, smiled, and exhaled a satisfied breath.

After a few breaths, her breathing gradually calmed down, her eyelashes trembled a few times, and she finally fell into a deep sleep.

Her lips were slightly parted, her brows relaxed, and she curled up in the blankets like a sleeping cat.

Wu Feng looked at her for a moment, then got up and straightened his clothes.

I walked to the door, gently opened it, and glanced back.

The moonlight shone on her face, her eyebrows and eyes were calm, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned with a smile, making her look particularly gentle in the moonlight.

He stepped across the threshold and gently closed the door behind him.

He went into the courtyard and took a deep breath. The night breeze, carrying the fragrance of bamboo leaves and a slight coolness, blew away the heat that had come from inside the house.

He turned and walked back to his main room. He bolted the door, went to the bed, and sat cross-legged.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and then slowly exhale.

The Northern Darkness True Qi flows silently through the meridians in the dantian, like an invisible river.

He guided this vital energy, and it began to cycle endlessly.

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

Like a gentle stream of water, neither hurried nor slow. Passing through the Mingmen point, the true energy became even stronger, as if something was slowly surging in the lower back.

As you pass the Jiaji point, the surging sensation intensifies. As you pass the Dazhui point, the vital energy rushes up to the back of your neck, making your entire back of the head feel warm.

When you reach Baihui (GV20), a warm feeling pours down from the top of your head, making you feel like you're soaking in warm water, incredibly comfortable.

Then the vital energy flows down the Ren meridian. Passing through the glabella, the warmth travels down from the center of the eyebrows, as if someone is gently pressing with warm fingertips.

Passing through the Tanzhong acupoint, a warm feeling spread through the chest, and the heartbeat became more steady. Passing through the Juque acupoint, the warmth sank down, finally returning to the Dantian.

One great cycle.

[Northern Darkness Divine Skill Proficiency +276]

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

Immersed in the flow of that true energy, he allowed the Northern Darkness Divine Art to cleanse his meridians again and again.

That balanced and peaceful internal energy flowed through my body, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort. It was not as domineering as pure yang true energy, but it was long-lasting and inexhaustible.

Time flowed by in the midst of cultivation. The moonlight outside the window shifted from east to west, the light and shadow on the window paper slowly changing. Gusts of night wind blew, rustling the clumps of green bamboo in the courtyard; the sound, muffled and like the distant sound of the tide, came through the window paper. Occasionally, the watchman's clapper sounded in the distance, tap-tap-tap, reminding everyone of the passing of time.

[Northern Darkness Divine Skill Proficiency +276]

[Northern Darkness Divine Skill Proficiency +276]

The pulse throbbed steadily, completing one cycle after another. The true energy flowed through the meridians, each cycle solidifying the energy vortex in the dantian and deepening the balanced and peaceful internal force.

After an unknown amount of time, the window paper changed from deep black to dark blue, and then from dark blue to grayish-white. In the distance, the faint crowing of a rooster could be heard, coming from several courtyards away, the sound muffled, as if it came from a very far place.

It was 3:45 AM. Wu Feng slowly finished his practice and opened his eyes. The faint golden light in his eyes flashed and disappeared, sinking into his depths. He exhaled a long breath, which condensed into a straight white ribbon in the cool morning air, shooting from the bedside to the door, only dissipating after hitting the door panel. A faint warmth remained in the air after it dissipated.

He glanced at the skill bar. The number following the line for the Northern Darkness Divine Art was jumping: [Northern Darkness Divine Art (Mastery 110600/800000)].