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Then he began to train Azi again.

Azi remained obedient and compliant, without the slightest resistance. Her face showed some fatigue, but she still dared not utter a single complaint.

When Azi was so exhausted that she collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep, Wu Feng got up, his mind stirred, and he opened the game interface and clicked "Log out of the game".

The hatch slowly slid open, and a faint blue light seeped out from the edge. Wu Feng opened his eyes, sat up, and jumped out, bracing himself against the edge of the game pod.

He stretched his muscles and bones, his joints making soft "crackling" sounds; the days of training and traveling had left his body a little sore.

He picked up his phone from the table, turned on the screen, and glanced at the time; it was already midnight.

I couldn't help but shake my head helplessly. At this time, most of the restaurants outside were already closed. If I wanted to eat something hot, I could only go to the nearby 24-hour shops and some late-night snack shops.

Wu Feng picked up the key, casually put it in his pocket, walked out of the room, pushed his electric scooter, and headed towards a nearby 24-hour hot pot restaurant.

Before long, we arrived at the hot pot restaurant. The restaurant's signboard was brightly lit, and several cars were parked in front. The restaurant was brightly lit inside, and we could vaguely hear laughter and chatter coming from inside.

Wu Feng parked his electric scooter, pushed open the door, found a seat by the window, picked up the QR code ordering card on the table, and skillfully ordered several of his favorite dishes—beef rolls, lamb rolls, tripe, duck blood, a few servings of vegetables, and a hot pot base. Then he put down his phone and waited for the food to be served.

While waiting, Wu Feng picked up his phone again, opened the official forum of "Jianghu Dream", and quickly swiped his finger across the screen to browse the latest popular posts.

On the forum, the most popular topic was the news of Ding Chunqiu of the Xingxiu Sect being killed. The comments under the post were flooded with messages. Some people were amazed by the murderer's strength, some speculated about the murderer's identity, some lamented that Ding Chunqiu's poison skills would be lost, and many disciples of the Xingxiu Sect were wailing and at a loss in the comments.

Aside from this incident, there's nothing else of noteworthy news.

Wu Feng looked at the post and shook his head slightly. With Ding Chunqiu dead, Xu Zhu was hiding in Shaolin Temple, and Duan Yu was hiding in the Dali Prince's Mansion.

The original plot of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils has been completely disrupted, making it even more difficult to gain any advantage.

He continued scrolling down and discovered that many players, because of Guo Jing's appearance, had flocked to the Mongolian grasslands to cultivate goodwill, hoping to intervene in the storyline of The Legend of the Condor Heroes and try to gain benefits.

Wu Feng looked at these posts, a speechless expression on his face.

These people are too impatient, running around everywhere. Their chances of acquiring advanced martial arts skills are extremely low, and they are more likely to encounter danger.

It would be better to stay in the sect, complete sect missions, learn sect martial arts, and improve your strength step by step. That would be more practical.

After watching for a moment, the waiter came over with the dishes and the hot pot base. The boiling hot pot base was bubbling and the aroma instantly filled the air, dispelling the chill of the night.

Wu Feng closed the forum, put down his phone, picked up his chopsticks, and focused on eating hot pot. After the beef slices were cooked in the broth, he dipped them in the sauce. They were tender and delicious. With one bite, his whole body warmed up, and the fatigue of the past few days completely disappeared at that moment.

After finishing his meal, Wu Feng scanned the QR code to pay, stood up to greet the waiter, then turned and walked out of the hot pot restaurant, hopped on his electric scooter, and headed towards his residence.

Back at his lodgings, he went into the bathroom and took a hot shower. The hot water poured over his head, washing away his fatigue. After the shower...

He changed into a clean white T-shirt and loose black casual pants, dried his hair, and walked back to the game pod.

I opened the hatch, lay down inside, and the hatch slowly closed.

A moment later, the scene before my eyes switched to an inn room in the game world.

Azi was still fast asleep in bed, her brows slightly furrowed, her breathing even, and a faint smile on her face.

Wu Feng sat down cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes lightly, and with a slight thought, began to circulate the Nine Yang Divine Skill, starting a new round of cultivation.

At the edge of my vision, the pale gold system notification popped up again: [Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +276].

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the morning mist outside the window had not yet completely dissipated.

Wu Feng got up and gently pushed open the door. The aroma of rice porridge from next door still wafted through the hallway.

The waiter was carrying a tray, moving back and forth with light steps.

He walked to the counter and calmly instructed the shopkeeper: "Two bowls of millet porridge, a pound of braised beef, and a plate of refreshing side dishes. Bring them to the upper room on the second floor."

The shopkeeper bowed and agreed, then turned and strode towards the kitchen.

Wu Feng returned to the room, walked to the bedside, and looked at A Zi who was still fast asleep.

She was curled up, her brows slightly furrowed, and a faint smile played on her lips, as if she were having a peaceful dream.

He reached out and gently patted her shoulder with his fingertips. The touch was light, but enough to wake her up: "Wake up, it's time for breakfast. We'll leave after we eat."

Azi was woken up by being patted. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, still drowsy from just waking up, with a thin layer of mist covering her eyes.

She stretched unconsciously, her muscles making a soft cracking sound, and a blush instantly spread across her face.

She seemed to recall the training she received last night, her eyes darting away, unable to meet Wu Feng's gaze, her voice soft and submissive: "Young Master, I'm awake, I'll get up now."

As she spoke, she quickly propped herself up and sat up, gently putting on her clothes. Her fingertips trembled slightly from the soreness all over her body, but she dared not complain at all. She obediently straightened her clothes and stood aside with her hands hanging down, waiting.

Not long after, the waiter brought in breakfast: two bowls of crystal-clear, fragrant, and steaming millet porridge.

A plate of thinly sliced ​​braised beef, with a bright red color, clear texture, and a faint aroma of braising;

A plate of vibrant green cucumber salad, sprinkled with a few sesame seeds, is refreshing and delicious.

Azi quickly stepped forward, skillfully took the tray, and placed the breakfast items on the table one by one.

She poured Wu Feng another cup of hot tea, held it out with both hands, and handed it to him with her eyes full of flattery: "Young master, please have some first."

Wu Feng nodded, picked up his chopsticks, and slowly drank his porridge and ate his beef, his expression calm.

Azi sat opposite him, eating in small bites, occasionally stealing glances at Wu Feng. Only when he looked more relaxed did she dare to pick up a few more pieces of beef, eating cautiously, afraid of upsetting him.

The two ate breakfast quietly, with only the soft clinking of bowls and chopsticks, as the morning mist outside the window gradually dissipated.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the two of them and bringing a touch of warmth.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Wu Feng stood up, straightened his robes, put on his bamboo hat, and said to A Zi, "Let's go."

Azi quickly responded and hurried behind him, keeping pace with Wu Feng's steps and not daring to fall behind.

The two went downstairs to settle their bill and left the inn. The streets of the small town were gradually becoming lively.

Once outside the city, Wu Feng adjusted the brim of his straw hat, stretched out his arm, and swept A Zi into his arms.

Azi gasped in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, a blush rising on her cheeks. She nestled obediently in his arms, closed her eyes, and stopped moving.

Wu Feng exerted force with his feet, instantly unleashing the Lingbo Weibu technique. His figure, like a pale blue flowing shadow, sped towards Leigu Mountain.

The grass and trees beneath my feet rushed past, and the wind whistled past my ears, carrying the fresh scent of the mountain plants.

The distant mountains gradually became clearer, their outlines distinct, shrouded in a thin layer of mist.