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After lunch, the three of them went downstairs, walked through the lobby, and returned to the backyard.

The green bamboo rustled in the afternoon breeze, and the shadows of the bamboo leaves fell on the blue bricks, swaying gently as the branches and leaves moved.

Li Qinglu stopped in the courtyard and turned to look at Wu Feng. "Wu Lang, be careful in the final this afternoon," she said softly.

Wu Feng nodded: "Mm."

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

Wu Xingyun, standing to the side, also glanced at him. Something flashed in his eyes, but quickly disappeared.

She didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly, turned around, walked back to the east wing, and closed the door.

Wu Feng stood in the courtyard, listening to the rustling of bamboo leaves.

The afternoon breeze carried a hint of heat, but it felt exceptionally refreshing on my face.

He turned and walked back to the main room.

The door was bolted shut, and the room fell silent, with only the faint sound of bamboo leaves rustling outside the window.

He walked to the bedside and sat cross-legged on it.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and then slowly exhale. The Nine Yang True Qi in your dantian slowly awakens, and the warm energy begins to flow along your meridians.

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 the Ren meridian. Passing through the Yintang point, the heat travels down from the center of the eyebrows, as if someone is gently pressing with warm fingertips.

After passing through the Tanzhong acupoint, a warm feeling spread through the chest, and the heartbeat became more stable. After passing through the Juque acupoint, the heat subsided and finally returned to the Dantian.

One great cycle.

[Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +276]

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

Immerse yourself in the feeling of true energy repeatedly washing over and expanding your meridians.

The light from outside the window slowly moved from the west, from the center of the ground to the corner of the wall.

The shadows of the clumps of green bamboo in the courtyard slowly lengthened on the ground, then gradually blurred.

[Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +276]

[Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +276]

The indicator pulsed steadily, one cycle after another.

After an unknown amount of time, 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 glanced at the skill bar: [Nine Yang Divine Skill (Proficiency 226800/400000)]

In just over an hour, I gained more than 10,000 proficiency points.

He raised his hand and stretched his muscles and bones, which made a series of soft "crackling" sounds.

The stiffness from prolonged sitting during practice vanished instantly, leaving the muscles in the body firm and powerful, with every inch of bone exuding explosive energy.

The body's internal energy was abundant and surging, and that warm energy flowed steadily through the meridians.

Pushing open the door and stepping into the courtyard, it was already past 1:00 PM; it was time to set off.

Wu Feng turned and walked out of the courtyard, through the inn's lobby, and onto the street.

The streets were quieter than at noon. The sun hung low in the west, and sunlight streamed through the eaves, casting long, thin streaks of light on the bluestone slabs.

Pedestrians were few and far between, most of them hurrying along. Occasionally, a peddler carrying a load would walk by, his shouts drawn out.

He walked briskly along the street, passing through several alleys, and could see the direction of the palace in the distance.

The palace walls were tall, and the bluish-gray bricks gleamed with a dull luster in the sunlight.

The walls are covered with glazed tiles, layer upon layer, with upturned eaves, giving them a solemn feel in the twilight.

When they arrived at the palace gate, soldiers were already guarding it.

The soldiers wore neat, bright armor, the plates gleaming with a cold metallic sheen in the sunlight.

A long sword hung at his waist, its hilt wrapped in dark blue cloth. The blade was hidden in its sheath, its sharpness unseen, yet a chilling aura emanated from it.

Wu Feng glanced up and swept his eyes over the heads of those soldiers—all of them were [Imperial Guard (Level 52)].

All of them are NPCs level 50 or higher.

He took out the martial arts test plaque and handed it to the leading gatekeeper.

The captain took it, glanced at it, then looked him up and down, nodded, and stepped aside to let him pass.

"Go in, the drill ground is on the east side."

Wu Feng took the wooden plaque and stepped through the palace gate.

Stepping into the palace, the scene before you is even more magnificent than outside.

The wide and straight path paved with blue bricks is flanked by towering palace walls. Every few dozen steps, there is a bronze palace lantern on the wall, with cloud patterns engraved on the base, which gleams with a dark luster in the sunlight.

In the distance, one can vaguely see layers of palaces, with copper bells hanging from the upturned eaves, which tinkle in the wind.

He walked east along the passageway, passed through two palace gates, and suddenly a bright and open view opened up before him.

The training ground was very large, about the size of several football fields, with smooth bluestone slabs on the ground and fine sand filling the gaps.

The flags of the Song Dynasty were planted all around, with red backgrounds and black characters, fluttering in the wind.

Eight arenas were erected in the center of the training ground, each larger than the ones used in the previous retests. The arenas were about ten feet square and surrounded by carved wooden railings with red ribbons wrapped around them, swaying gently in the wind.

A number of people were already standing around the arena.

Players dressed in tight-fitting clothes gathered in twos and threes, some talking in hushed tones, some stretching their limbs, and some wiping their weapons.

There were also NPCs wearing armor, each one burly and standing straight, with their arms crossed or resting on their weapons at their waists, their sharp eyes scanning their surroundings.

Wu Feng's gaze swept over the NPCs.

One of them wielded two whips, the iron whips were jet black, the blades were as thick as a child's arm, and they were engraved with fine patterns.

One held a long knife with a narrow blade and a handle wrapped in dark cloth. The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

One of them held a long spear, the shaft of which was as thick as an egg, the tip of which was gleaming, and the tassel of which was dark red. It hung down without moving.

There was another person with empty hands, but clenched fists with thick knuckles, clearly someone who practiced martial arts.

They were all second-rate martial artists, with levels between 58 and 65.

He looked away and then turned to look in the other direction.

A high platform, three feet high, was erected on the north side of the drill ground and covered with a red carpet.

A temporary pavilion was erected on the stage, with vermilion pillars, upturned eaves, and thin gauze curtains hanging from it, swaying gently in the wind.

Several tables were placed inside the curtain, with fruits and snacks on them.

Several people sat behind the desk, all dressed in official robes, in scarlet and purple, indicating they were of high rank.

Behind the table in the very center sat a man in a yellow robe.

Wu Feng's gaze fell on that person.

He was in his forties, with a broad face and wide mouth, thick eyebrows like knives, and deep, bright eyes. Sitting there, he exuded an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger.

A line of golden characters floated above his head—【Zhao Kuangyin (Level 80, Top-Tier Master)】.

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment.

The emperor of the Song Dynasty was actually Zhao Kuangyin.

Level 80, a top-tier expert. He stared at the words for a few moments, his brow twitching slightly.

Placing Zhao Kuangyin in this era in the game isn't too far-fetched.

This dynasty was founded on military strength, and the founding emperor himself was a military general. He had a staff as tall as himself and conquered four hundred military prefectures, so his martial arts skills were naturally not bad.

Zhao Kuangyin sat in the pavilion, his gaze sweeping across the training ground, lingering for a moment on Wu Feng.

Wu Feng noticed the gaze and looked up.

Their eyes met, and Zhao Kuangyin's lips curled into a slight smile. He didn't speak, but simply picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

Wu Feng withdrew his gaze, walked to the edge of the training ground, and found an open space to stand.

The players and NPCs around them were all talking in hushed tones, analyzing their opponents.

His hands hung at his sides, his gaze sweeping over the arenas, his expression indifferent.

Not long after, a golden system notification suddenly popped up at the edge of my field of vision:

[The martial arts finals have officially begun. Opponents have been randomly assigned to all qualifiers.]