Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

She glanced at him again, turned around and walked back to the west wing, pushed open the door, and gently closed it behind her.

Wu Xingyun glanced at him, said nothing, turned around and walked back to the east wing, closing the door behind him.

Wu Feng stood in the courtyard and took a deep breath.

The night breeze, carrying the fragrance of bamboo leaves and a slight coolness, swept over me.

He turned and walked back to the main room, then sat down on the bed.

With a slight thought, I opened the interface and clicked "Log Off".

The hatch slid open, and Wu Feng opened his eyes. He sat up, using the edge as leverage to jump out.

He stretched and loosened his muscles as he stepped onto the floor.

He twisted his neck from side to side, making a slight cracking sound; he rotated his shoulders; and when he stretched his arms, his joints cracked softly.

He raised his arm, clenched his fist, and felt the power emanating from deep within his bones and flesh.

During this period, the changes in my body have become more and more obvious.

Since advancing to the level of a first-class martial artist, the feeling has become exceptionally clear—my muscles are firmer, my reactions are faster, and my strength is significantly greater than before.

"This game is getting weirder and weirder," Wu Feng murmured, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He still can't understand why this game can incorporate martial arts and strength into its gameplay.

The game's synchronous mapping into reality only made him more confused about the mysterious company that developed it, but he was too lazy to delve into it.

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

I went downstairs, took out my electric scooter which was parked on the first floor, put on my helmet, and started the scooter.

The night breeze felt cool and refreshing on my face.

The streets were exceptionally quiet at night, with streetlights lined up along the street, casting a dim yellow glow on the pavement and making the shadows appear to stretch and shorten.

Occasionally, a few cars would drive by, their headlights piercing the night before disappearing into the distance at the end of the road.

The evening breeze caressed my cheeks, carrying a slight coolness that dispelled the daytime heat and brought me comfort.

Not long after, Wu Feng arrived at the chicken tripe hot pot shop.

The shop is small, with a red lantern hanging at the entrance and a sign that reads "Wang Family Chicken Tripe Stew" in large characters. The sign is particularly eye-catching under the light.

The store was lit by warm yellow lights that shone through the glass windows.

You can see a few diners sitting inside, and the air is filled with the rich aroma of meat and broth, which is very tempting.

Wu Feng parked his electric scooter, went into the shop, and found a corner seat to sit down.

The owner quickly came forward with a simple smile: "Handsome, what would you like to eat?"

"Give me a plate of stir-fried chicken with two pounds of pork intestines, a plate of abalone and old duck soup, and a pound of rice wine with mulberries," Wu Feng said calmly, without any unnecessary formalities.

"Okay! Just a moment, handsome, I'll get it ready for you right away!" The boss quickly agreed and turned to walk into the kitchen.

Soon, the kitchen was filled with the sounds of chopping and stir-frying, creating a lively atmosphere.

While waiting for the food, Wu Feng took out his phone, unlocked the screen, and opened the official forum of "Jianghu Dream".

The homepage feed scrolls down like a waterfall, displaying the number of online users: 100, 230,000.

One billion.

He stared at the number for a few seconds, raising an eyebrow slightly.

This growth rate is indeed a bit frightening. I remember when the server first opened, there were only a few million people online at the same time. In such a short time, it has increased dozens of times.

He scrolled down through the posts, most of which were discussing the martial arts test.

The Song Dynasty team is generating the most buzz, with their battle videos being shared everywhere, and the comments section filled with nothing but amazement and speculation.

Scroll down, and you'll find martial arts videos from various countries, including the Khitan, Liao, Western Xia, and Mongol.

He randomly clicked on a post from Mongolia.

The post included several screenshots showing a burly young man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a kind face, standing on a ring fighting someone.

He used a set of palm techniques, the moves were simple and unadorned, but each palm strike carried a powerful force, forcing his opponent to retreat repeatedly.

The screenshot is captioned with the name Guo Jing.

Wu Feng stared at the name, momentarily stunned.

Guo Jing? Guo Jing from The Legend of the Condor Heroes?

He scrolled down through the comments and saw that some people were saying the storyline in Mongolia had already been triggered.

Players can interact with Quanzhen Sect masters such as Guo Jing and Qiu Chuji.

If you're lucky, you might trigger a related quest and perhaps even join the Quanzhen Sect and learn its advanced martial arts.

Quanzhen Sect. He stared at those three words for a few seconds, his mind racing.

The Quanzhen Sect is indeed one of the most powerful sects in the world, and its leader, Wang Chongyang, is one of the Five Greats, a master-level expert.

If you can sneak in, there will definitely be many benefits.

But soon, he shook his head.

There's no time to get there now. Even with light-footed skills, it would take several days to travel from Kaifeng to Mongolia. By the time we get there, it'll be too late.

Moreover, he had an even more important task at hand—a task given to him by Wu Yazi: to kill Ding Chunqiu at the Xingxiu Sect.

This task is the priority. Ding Chunqiu is a top-tier expert; killing him will definitely yield a good reward.

Moreover, the Xingxiu Sect is close to here, so we can set off after the martial arts competition is over.

As for the opportunities in Mongolia, let the other players fight for them.

He closed that post and browsed through others.

Just then, a shop assistant came over with a clay pot and placed the dry-fried casserole on the table.

The casserole was bubbling and steaming, the chicken and pork intestines were stir-fried until slightly browned and coated with a layer of glossy sauce, with garlic and dried chili sprinkled on top, the aroma wafting straight into your nose.

"The wine is here." The clerk placed a pot of wine and a two-ounce glass on the table, then turned and went back inside.

Wu Feng shut down the forum, put his phone on the table, and poured himself a glass of wine.

The wine is a deep red color, derived from mulberry infusion, and it gleams faintly under the light.

I picked up the glass and took a sip. The wine was mellow, with a sweet mulberry aroma. It went down my throat warmly and melted in my stomach.

The wine tastes good; it seems to be a single brew, with a relatively strong flavor.

It tastes sweet and doesn't seem to have any immediate effects, but its aftereffects are likely to be significant.

He picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of chicken.

The chicken was sautéed to perfection, with a slightly crispy skin while the meat inside remained tender. The sauce was evenly distributed, and the garlic and spiciness permeated the meat, making it more and more fragrant with each chew.

He picked up another piece of pig intestine. The intestine was cleaned very thoroughly and stir-fried until slightly dry. It had a chewy texture when you bit into it, and the fat melted in your mouth without being greasy.

He ate and drank as he went, occasionally putting a few pieces of meat into his mouth.

The more you eat the dry-fried stew, the more fragrant it becomes. The longer the chicken and large intestine are stir-fried, the thicker the sauce becomes, coating the meat and giving it a deeper color and richer flavor.

After we'd eaten most of the pot, the abalone and duck soup was served.

The casserole was large, with a layer of golden oil floating on the soup. Several pieces of old duck meat and abalone sank to the bottom of the bowl. The soup was thick and white, with a faint aroma of herbs.

He ladled out a bowl of soup, blew on it, and brought it to his lips.

The soup is warm when you put it in your mouth, with the sweetness of duck meat and the richness of abalone, as well as a faint medicinal aroma. After swallowing, a warm feeling lingers in your throat.

The warmth slid down my esophagus into my stomach, washing away the greasiness from the stir-fry.

He drank two more bowls of soup, then waved to the waiter: "Bring me a bowl of rice."

The clerk paused for a moment, glanced at the half-pot of food left on his table, looked at him again, nodded, and turned to serve rice.

Soon they brought over a bowl of rice and a small empty bowl and placed them on the table.

Wu Feng picked up the bowl, scooped out half a bowl of rice, and slowly ate it along with the dishes in the pot.

The chicken and large intestines in the dry-fried pot are at their most fragrant now.

The sauce thickens and coats the meat, making each bite rich in savory flavor and a hint of spiciness.

He picked up a piece of meat, ate a mouthful of rice, eating slowly but continuously, one bite after another.

After finishing the rice, the vegetables in the pot were also almost gone.

He then made another bowl of old duck soup and drank it all.

He put down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, and let out a burp.

A feeling of satisfaction spread from my stomach throughout my body, making me feel languid and unwilling to move.