Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

Watching Wu Feng's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Li Qinglu sighed softly, a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

Wu Xingyun looked at her with curiosity, his tone calm yet gentle: "Aren't you going with him? You seem really eager to go."

Upon hearing this, Li Qinglu pouted slightly, her eyes showing a hint of grievance, yet also a touch of understanding: "Wu Lang is going to take care of important matters. Taking someone like me who doesn't know martial arts along would only be a hindrance to him. I'd rather not cause him any trouble. Staying here and doing well is already helping out."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xingyun blinked, a fleeting smile playing in his eyes, almost imperceptible.

She nodded gently, her tone softening: "Okay, when you have time, I can teach you some martial arts, starting with the basic internal energy cultivation methods. You'll learn eventually by practicing slowly."

"Really?" Li Qinglu's eyes lit up instantly, and the grievance on her face disappeared in an instant, replaced by surprise and anticipation.

She grabbed Wu Xingyun's hand, her voice urgent, "Sister Xingyun, are you really willing to teach me martial arts? I promise I'll study hard and won't slack off!"

Wu Xingyun nodded slightly at her delighted expression, a faint smile curving his lips: "Yes, you keep your word."

Li Qinglu's smile deepened as she held Wu Xingyun's hand and chattered excitedly about martial arts, her tone light and her eyes full of anticipation.

On the other side, Wu Feng had already walked out of the Champion's Mansion and headed straight towards the outside of the city.

As soon as he stepped out of the Kaifeng city gate, he stopped in his tracks, his aura suddenly tightening. He then used the Lingbo Weibu technique, his figure instantly transforming into a pale blue streak as he sped towards the Xingxiu Sect.

He was incredibly fast, his light movements leaving faint afterimages in his wake.

The branches and leaves of the roadside trees rushed past him, creating a whistling sound.

He shot off like an arrow, disappearing into the distance in no time.

Two days passed quietly as they traveled at a pace swift and agile.

Wu Feng traveled eastward, passing through the bustling prefectures in the heart of the Song Dynasty, crossing several winding rivers, and finally entered the territory of the Xingxiu Sect.

The further east you go, the more desolate the landscape becomes.

The official road gradually narrowed, and the number of pedestrians and merchants became increasingly scarce. The villages on both sides also appeared dilapidated and desolate, with many farmhouses having broken doors and windows and collapsed courtyard walls, clearly indicating that no one had lived there for a long time.

Occasionally, you might encounter a few passing farmers, all of whom walk hurriedly, look wary, and avoid eye contact.

Wu Feng slowed down and stopped on a hilltop, gazing into the distance.

Ahead, the mountains stretch endlessly, with undulating peaks and steep slopes. Several towering peaks can be vaguely seen amidst the swirling clouds and mist.

The most prominent main peak is perpetually shrouded in a thin layer of mist above its waist, the mist having an eerie bluish-gray hue, quite unlike ordinary mountain mist.

That's the main peak of Xingxiu Sea.

Wu Feng squinted for a moment, then looked away and glanced at the sky.

The sun was still high, just past noon, and the sunlight was at its peak.

Now is not a good time to go up the mountain. That old poisoner Ding Chunqiu is hiding in his lair, and there will definitely be disciples patrolling and guarding the mountain gate.

Although he wasn't afraid of those lackeys, it would always be troublesome to alert them.

He turned and went down the hill, finding a secluded valley nearby to settle down.

The valley is not large, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with sparse shrubs and weeds growing at the bottom.

He looked up at the distant main peak and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Since I'm just idling around anyway, I might as well practice some martial arts.

He exerted force with his feet, unleashing the Lingbo Weibu technique, his figure transforming into a flowing shadow as he sped towards the leveling spots on the outskirts of the Xingxiu Sect.

As a major sect in the martial arts world, the Xingxiu Sect has many leveling areas spread out within a radius of dozens of miles around its mountain gate.

He had already learned about this on the forum.

A moment later, he landed in a ravine.

The mountain valley is open and surrounded by jagged rocks. Several withered, crooked trees stand between the rocks, their branches twisted, looking particularly eerie in the twilight.

Many monsters gathered in the mountain valley.

The outer disciples of the Xingxiu Sect included poisonous scorpions, poisonous spiders, and several spotted venomous snakes over ten feet long.

They wandered aimlessly, occasionally emitting strange hissing sounds.

Further away, several figures could be vaguely seen moving about; they were players grinding monsters, gathered in twos and threes.

Wu Feng glanced at the players but didn't pay them any attention.

He took an iron sword out of his backpack.

He picked out a few second-rate martial arts techniques that had been brought from Western Xia and began practicing them.

He picked up his sword and walked toward the nearest outer disciple of the Xingxiu Sect.

It was an NPC in his thirties, dressed in drab Starry Sky Sect attire, with a pale, ashen face, sunken eyes, and a strange smile on his lips. Seeing Wu Feng approach, he let out a shriek and charged forward, brandishing his single-edged sword.

Wu Feng sidestepped, flicked his iron sword, and unleashed the first move of the Xingxiu School's basic sword technique, "The Venomous Snake Emerges from Its Cave."

His swordplay was clumsy, and he was a beat too slow. The outer disciple dodged to the side and slashed back with his sword.

Wu Feng shifted his feet slightly to avoid the blade, then flicked his wrist and thrust out another sword.

This sword strike was half a beat faster than before, but it was still clumsy. The tip of the sword grazed the opponent's clothes, leaving only a shallow bloodstain on his shoulder.

The outer disciple, in pain, roared and unleashed a furious attack with his sword.

Wu Feng remained calm and composed, dodging and practicing his skills simultaneously, defeating a monster with just two sword strikes.

At the edge of my field of vision, small, pale gold characters moved steadily.

One subject after another, honing skills repeatedly in real-world practice.

The moon rises from the east to its zenith, then slowly moves westward from overhead.

The monsters in the mountain valley were killed in waves, only to be respawned in waves.

Those players who were originally grinding monsters in the distance had long since left, leaving him alone, constantly casting and retracting his attacks under the moonlight.

As the sun set, Wu Feng glanced at his skill panel and saw that he had mastered five more second-rate martial arts techniques to the highest level.

This also brought about a significant increase in his attributes, further enhancing his strength.

Sheathed his iron sword, turned, and sped towards the valley.

I found a secluded valley, opened the interface, and logged off.

The hatch slid open, Wu Feng opened his eyes, sat up, and jumped out of the game pod.

After stretching my muscles and bones, my joints made a series of soft, cracking sounds.

After practicing martial arts for half a day, I felt good in spirits, but a little tired in body. My bones ached a bit, and even my fingertips felt slightly sore.

Wu Feng rubbed his shoulders, pressing his fingertips against the sore muscles and gently kneading them a few times to relieve his fatigue.

He picked up his phone and keys from the table, casually stuffed them into his casual pants pocket, and walked out of the room with slightly lighter steps, closing the door behind him.

Stepping out of my lodgings, I found that night had completely enveloped the earth. In the distance, neon lights lit up one after another, outlining the city's silhouette. The evening breeze, carrying a unique coolness, brushed against my face, dispelling some of the heat and fatigue.

Wu Feng strolled slowly along the street. The roadside food stalls had already set up their stalls, and the aroma of charcoal fires mixed with the smell of food wafted over him. The sizzling skewers, the bubbling casseroles, and the laughter and drinking games of the diners all blended together, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

He walked into a small restaurant he frequented, a place he knew well. The restaurant wasn't big, but it was clean and tidy. The owner greeted him with a smile as he entered: "Handsome, the usual?"

Wu Feng shook his head, found a seat by the window, and said in a calm tone, "I'll have a twice-cooked pork, a stir-fried pea shoot, a bowl of tomato and egg soup, and a bowl of rice. Also, stir-fry some pork trotters and pig's feet."

"Okay!" the boss replied, turning around and quickly walking into the kitchen.

While waiting for his meal, Wu Feng leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and gently tapped the table with his fingertips.

Ding Chunqiu is treacherous and cunning, and skilled in using poison. Although he is not as good as the top masters, he should not be underestimated. In particular, his unique Three Laughs Carefree Powder and Dissolving Power Technique can easily catch people off guard.

However, he possessed the Nine Yang Divine Skill and had also consumed the Mangku Zhuha, making him immune to all poisons. This was the source of his confidence to venture into the Xingxiu Sect alone.