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While everyone outside was pondering, Wu Feng, who had been resting for ten minutes, noticed the appearance of light spots around him.

He looked up and scanned the area. The points of light twisted and flickered in the air, eventually coalescing into figures that landed in various parts of the training ground.

Some people stumbled when they landed, clutching their knees and gasping for breath;

After regaining their footing, some people immediately looked down to check their equipment, their expressions tense.

Several others sat cross-legged, closed their eyes, and began practicing their internal energy, with beads of sweat still clinging to their foreheads.

Wu Feng's gaze swept over those people, and he counted them in his mind.

Including himself, there were nine people in total.

He glanced at the leaderboard floating in the upper left corner of his field of vision. The once densely packed names on it had now dwindled to just sixteen.

Round of 16. That last round eliminated the remaining players.

His brow twitched slightly.

Nine people, sixteen spots available, meaning the remaining seven spots were taken by NPCs.

That's not surprising. He had already encountered the general wielding the golden mace, and the probability of others encountering NPCs wouldn't be low either.

The military examination was a shortcut to promotion for military officers, and those who had spent more than ten years in the army with their skills but nowhere to use them would naturally come to try their luck.

I never expected that this martial arts trial would involve players and NPCs fighting together.

He stood at the edge of the training ground, his hands hanging at his sides.

As I was pondering this, a golden system notification suddenly popped up in front of me, hovering in the center of my field of vision:

The preliminary rounds have concluded. All winners will arrive at the Imperial Palace training grounds before 3:45 PM tomorrow to participate in the final competition.

Wu Feng looked at the line of text and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

That's all.

He originally thought the second round would involve many rounds, but unexpectedly, after just a few rounds, he jumped straight to the final.

He read the message and then closed the interface.

Looking up, the flags around the drill ground were still fluttering in the wind, and the sunlight slanted through the flagpoles, casting long, thin shadows on the ground.

The players who advanced began to leave one after another, some chatting quietly in twos and threes, while others walked out quickly by themselves.

Wu Feng also turned and walked towards the exit of the training ground.

When we left the training ground, the streets outside were quieter than when we arrived.

The sun was already setting in the west, and the sunlight shone from the side, casting a long shadow on the ground.

The crowds on the street had thinned out considerably, and many shops on both sides were still open, but the shouts and calls were not as frequent as they were at noon.

He walked slowly along the street, through several alleys, and returned to Shunlai Inn.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, the entire courtyard was so quiet that only the sound of bamboo leaves rustling could be heard.

Wu Feng walked to the door of the main room, pushed it open, and went inside.

Walk to the bedside, sit cross-legged, close your eyes, take a deep breath, and then slowly exhale.

He began practicing the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

One great cycle.

[Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +276]

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

He continued to guide the circulation of vital energy.

The second cycle, the third cycle, the fourth cycle...

That warm energy washed over my meridians again and again, solidifying with each rotation.

The vortex of energy in his dantian slowly rotated, and the heat it emitted became even more intense than before.

The light outside the window changed from a westward slant to a dim yellow, and then gradually dimmed.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window paper, spreading a faint orange-red hue on the ground, slowly moving from the center of the ground to the corner of the wall, and finally disappearing completely.

When the window paper went completely dark, Wu Feng slowly finished his practice and opened his eyes.

The faint golden glint in his eyes flashed and disappeared in an instant, sinking into his depths.

He exhaled a long breath, which condensed into a straight white streak in the dimly lit room, shooting out nearly three feet before slowly dissipating.

I got up and stretched. My joints made a series of soft, cracking sounds as I moved, and the stiffness from my meditation instantly disappeared.

I pushed open the door and stepped into the courtyard; it was already completely dark.

Several clumps of green bamboo rustled in the evening breeze, their leaves swaying in the twilight, their shadows flickering on the ground.

Faint voices and the clattering of bowls and chopsticks could be heard coming from the direction of the front hall in the distance.

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

A moment later, the door opened a crack from the inside, and Li Qinglu peeked out with half her face showing.

Upon seeing it was him, the corners of her mouth immediately curved into a smile, her eyes radiating joy: "Wu Lang."

"Let's go out for dinner," Wu Feng said.

Li Qinglu nodded, opened the door, stepped across the threshold, and stood beside him.

He then went to the door of the east wing and knocked three times, just like before.

Wu Xingyun came out quickly. She glanced at Wu Feng, then at Li Qinglu, and walked silently to Wu Feng's side without saying a word.

The three of them walked through the courtyard, along the corridor, and arrived at the second floor of the inn.

The waiter came up from the top of the stairs with a smile: "Sir, would you like a private room?"

"Okay." Wu Feng nodded. "The usual place."

"Alright!" The waiter stepped aside to lead the way to the end of the corridor, pushed open the door, and said, "This room is quiet, and the night view from the window is nice too."

Wu Feng went in to take a look, and the furnishings were the same as before.

The window was half open, and the evening breeze blew in from outside, carrying the faint sounds of street noise.

He nodded and sat down at the table. Li Qinglu sat beside him, and Wu Xingyun sat opposite him.

The waiter stood by the door, holding a menu, and asked with a smile, "Sir, what would you like to order?"

Wu Feng took the menu, glanced at it, closed it, and handed it back to the waiter: "Braised mutton, steamed sea bass, stir-fried beef with soy sauce, sweet and sour pork ribs, two side dishes, and two catties of sliced ​​braised beef. Also, a pot of warmed Shaoxing wine."

"Alright!" The waiter noted everything down, then left and closed the door behind him.

The room quieted down. Faint sounds of street noise drifted in from outside the window: hawkers' cries, footsteps, and children chasing and playing.

The sound came through the paper window, muffled, like the distant sound of the tide.

Li Qinglu leaned back in her chair, looking at the night view outside the window.

She watched for a while, then turned to Wu Feng: "Wu Lang, how did the martial arts test go today?"

Wu Feng nodded: "We've made it to the finals. The match is tomorrow afternoon."

Li Qinglu's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile: "Then you have to be careful."

"Hmm," Wu Feng responded, picking up his teacup and taking a sip.

Wu Xingyun sat opposite him, slowly sipping his tea.

She glanced at Wu Feng, then lowered her eyes again without saying a word.

The room was quiet for a moment, then the waiter pushed the door open and came in, carrying a large tray, and placed the dishes on the table one by one.

Finally, he placed a pot of warmed Shaoxing wine on the corner of the table, smiled and said, "Enjoy your meal, sir," before leaving and closing the door behind him.

Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks, placed a piece of mutton into Li Qinglu's bowl.

He picked up another piece of spare rib and put it in Wu Xingyun's bowl.

Li Qinglu looked down at the extra mutton in her bowl, and the smile on her lips deepened.

She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat in small bites.

Wu Xingyun also picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of spare rib, and put it in his mouth.

Wu Feng started eating too. The mutton was stewed until tender and melted in his mouth; the sea bass was fresh and tender, and the sauce was flavorful; the beef was chewy and became more fragrant the more you chewed it.

The meal lasted about 15 minutes. The dishes on the table were gradually emptied, and most of the pot of Shaoxing wine had been drunk.

Li Qinglu put down her chopsticks and leaned back in her chair. She had drunk some wine, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks. She turned her head to look out the window.

Wu Xingyun also put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a coarse cloth on the table.

Wu Feng finished the last sip of his wine, put down his bowl, and called out towards the door, "Waiter."

The waiter quickly pushed the door open and came in, deftly clearing away the dishes and packing them into a food box.

Wu Feng took out about four coins' worth of silver from his sleeve and placed them on the table.

The waiter smiled, took the food box, and left.

The three of them got up, went down the stairs, passed through the lobby, and walked back to the backyard.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, the green bamboo rustled in the night breeze.

The moonlight streamed down from the sky, casting a light silvery frost over the entire courtyard.

Li Qinglu stopped in the courtyard and turned to look at Wu Feng. The moonlight shone on her face, softening her features and curving her lips into a gentle smile that warmed one's heart.

"Wu Lang, do your best tomorrow," she said softly.

Wu Feng nodded: "Mm."