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Soon, the food was served. Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks, stopped thinking about it, and began to eat heartily. As soon as the food entered his mouth, some of his fatigue dissipated.

After finishing a bowl of rice and drinking most of a bowl of soup, he put down his chopsticks, a look of satisfaction on his face, and a sense of relaxation emanating from his whole body.

After paying by scanning the QR code, Wu Feng greeted the owner, turned around and walked out of the restaurant. The evening breeze was still slightly cool, but it made him feel refreshed.

I hurried back to my lodgings, took a quick cold shower, changed into clean clothes, walked to the gaming pod, opened the hatch, and lay down inside.

The hatch slowly closed, and a faint blue light seeped out from the edges, enveloping his body. His consciousness gradually sank, and the familiar feeling of weightlessness came over him.

A moment later, the scene before my eyes switched to a valley in the game world.

Wu Feng slowly opened his eyes, stood up, dusted himself off, and looked up at the sky.

It was already dark and windy, with a waning moon hanging high in the dark blue sky, its faint light spilling onto the mountains.

The mountains were coated with a thin layer of silver frost, and the wind howled through the mountains, stirring up fallen leaves and pebbles on the ground, making a "whooshing" sound.

Interspersed with the cries of a few unknown birds and beasts in the distance, the atmosphere was exceptionally serene, even somewhat eerie.

A confident smile curved his lips slightly as he raised his hand to press down the straw hat on his head. The brim tilted slightly, obscuring the sharpness in his eyes and revealing only his taut jawline.

The next second, he exerted force with his feet, and instantly unleashed the Lingbo Weibu technique, his figure as light as a ghost.

His feet trod on the pebbles and withered branches in the mountains without making a sound, leaving only a faint afterimage as he sped towards the direction of the Starry Sky Sect.

Wu Feng alternated between using the Cloud Ladder Leap and the Wave-Ling Step, his figure weaving through the mountains.

When she leaps into the air, her clothes flutter like an eagle spreading its wings; when she lands, her steps are light, like a cat treading on snow.

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

They moved at an astonishing speed, arriving at the Xingxiu Sect's mountain gate in less than half an hour.

The Xingxiu Sect's mountain gate is magnificent, built of huge bluestones, with the three powerful characters "Xingxiu Sect" carved above it.

The characters were strange, with a faint bluish-black hue. Two ferocious stone beasts were placed on either side of the mountain gate, appearing particularly sinister in the dim moonlight.

However, this magnificent mountain gate was unusually deserted, with not even a single disciple patrolling, only a few oil lamps hanging on both sides of the gate.

The oil lamp burned with a faint bluish-green flame, casting a long shadow over the mountain gate. The wind blew, causing the lamp to flicker and the light and shadow to sway, adding to the eeriness of the place.

A hint of surprise flashed in Wu Feng's eyes, followed by a cold smile.

The Xingxiu Sect was used to bullying others in this area, and no one dared to provoke them. As a result, their defenses became extremely lax, and they didn't even have the most basic patrols.

This is undoubtedly the best opportunity for him.

Without the slightest hesitation, he swayed and unleashed the Lingbo Weibu technique, like a pale blue flowing shadow.

They silently passed through the mountain gate and headed towards the center of the Xingxiu Sect.

The interior of the Xingxiu Sect was cluttered, consisting mostly of low, dilapidated wooden huts, clearly the residences of the disciples.

Only in the center is there a magnificent courtyard, built of blue bricks and surrounded by high walls. Inside the courtyard sits an exquisite wooden house, which stands out in stark contrast to the dilapidated surroundings.

Wu Feng glanced around and immediately recognized it as Ding Chunqiu's residence, with dim yellow light reflected off the wooden windows.

A blurry figure could be vaguely seen, circling a cauldron-shaped object, seemingly practicing martial arts.

He slowed his pace and quietly landed on the courtyard wall, deliberately breaking a tile with a light step.

A sharp "snap" sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night.

Ding Chunqiu, who was practicing his martial arts inside the room, suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp, cold glint flashing in his eyes, and the true energy that had been surrounding his body instantly receded.

He slowly put down the Divine Wood King Cauldron in his hand. The cauldron gleamed with a ghostly green light, and a faint poisonous mist still lingered inside.

As Ding Chunqiu stood up, the hem of his robe swayed gently. His steps were steady, exuding the arrogance of a superior. He reached out, opened the door, and strode out.

"Where did this little thief come from, daring to break into my residence at night? Are you tired of living?!"

Ding Chunqiu stood with his hands behind his back, chin slightly raised, speaking arrogantly and glancing contemptuously at the wall.

When he saw Wu Feng standing opposite him, he was slightly taken aback. Wu Feng was dressed in a black knight's outfit, wearing a bamboo hat, with a tall and straight figure. He exuded a calm yet sharp aura, which made people dare not underestimate him.

Ding Chunqiu's gaze slowly moved down and finally landed on Wu Feng's hand, when he saw the thumb ring on Wu Feng's finger.

His eyes suddenly narrowed, his pupils dilated, and the arrogance on his face vanished instantly, replaced by shock and confusion. His fingers clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white.

His tone became urgent: "You, who are you? How do you get this ring? This ring..."

"The people who came to kill you." Wu Feng's tone was calm, without any unnecessary words, and his words had barely left his lips.

With a flick of his right hand, the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear instantly appeared in his hand. The spear shaft gleamed with a dark red luster, and the spear tip was extremely sharp, gleaming with a cold light under the faint moonlight.

With a burst of speed, he leaped off the wall, unleashing his Lingbo Weibu technique. His figure moved like an arrow, carrying a sharp momentum, and he rushed towards Ding Chunqiu.

"Arrogant!" Ding Chunqiu was enraged by Wu Feng's tone, and the shock on his face was instantly replaced by anger.

He suddenly let out a strange laugh, a sharp, piercing laugh. With a flick of his right wrist, a stream of bluish-gray poison powder was instantly flung from his palm, scattering in the wind.

It has a pungent, fishy smell. It is his unique Three Laughs Powder. The poisoned person will unconsciously let out three strange laughs before dying.

However, Wu Feng did not hesitate at all when he saw the poison powder coming towards him. His eyes were firm and his steps did not stop. He continued to rush towards Ding Chunqiu.

The Nine Yang Divine Skill circulated rapidly within his body, and a faint golden halo surrounded him. That halo acted as an invisible barrier, keeping all the poison powder out. When the poison powder landed on the halo, it instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished without a trace.

"What!" Ding Chunqiu's smile froze instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief, his mouth slightly open, as if he had seen a ghost.

He never expected that someone could ignore his Three Smiles Carefree Powder.

In his panic, he didn't have time to think. He slammed out his right hand, and his inner energy burst forth instantly, forming a layer of light blue protective energy around his body in an attempt to block Wu Feng's attack.

Wu Feng's eyes turned cold, and his spear shot out like a dragon. The Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear carried a powerful force and pierced straight towards Ding Chunqiu's chest. The spear tip cut through the air with a sharp "whoosh".

With a crisp "crack," the seemingly solid protective aura was instantly pierced like paper under the attack of the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear. The spear tip went straight through Ding Chunqiu's heart without any obstruction.

Ding Chunqiu groaned, his face turning deathly pale, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. With his last ounce of strength, he slammed his left hand out, striking Wu Feng hard in the chest.

Wu Feng was struck and his body retreated rapidly, his footsteps leaving two deep marks on the ground, and a slight dull pain came from his chest.

He drew his spear with ease, the tip stained with bright red blood, which dripped onto the ground, making a "drip-drip" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet night.