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As soon as the notification sound ended, Wu Feng had a thought and opened the skill bar to view the detailed introduction of the True Northern Darkness Divine Art.

【True Northern Darkness Divine Skill (Ultimate Technique), a martial art inherited by the Free and Unfettered Sect, focuses on honing one's own internal energy. Upon reaching minor mastery, one can control internal energy at will; upon reaching major mastery, one can absorb a small amount of foreign internal energy; upon reaching perfection, one can activate the "All Rivers Run into the Sea" characteristic, automatically absorbing all foreign internal energy that invades the body and converting it into one's own internal energy without causing any harm】

[When both the True Northern Darkness Divine Art and the Lingbo Steps reach the Great Perfection realm, the unique skill of the Free and Unfettered Sect—Free and Unfettered Wandering (lightness skill)—can be activated. Its speed far surpasses the Lingbo Steps, allowing one to travel on the wind and cover thousands of miles in an instant.]

Looking at the skill description, Wu Feng couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement: "This ultimate version of the Northern Darkness Divine Art is too terrifying. It's actually a martial art that complements the Lingbo Steps, and it also has a combined ultimate skill, Free and Easy Wandering. Its power probably far surpasses ordinary lightness skills and martial arts."

The more he looked, the more surprised he became. He never expected that the martial arts of the Free and Unfettered Sect would have such a hidden setting, far more powerful than he had imagined.

He recalled the Tai Chi sword, Tai Chi fist, and Chunyang Wuji Gong he had learned at Wudang. Although those martial arts were also very powerful, they did not have such a hidden combination. It seems that the martial arts inheritance of the Xiaoyao Sect is indeed unique.

It is far more profound than the martial arts of other schools.

He felt increasingly fortunate that he had come here to deliver something to Wuyazi and try his luck.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to have such an opportunity to obtain such a powerful skill.

Wu Feng closed the skill bar.

Seeing that the Northern Darkness Divine Art manual in his hand had not been consumed.

Somewhat unexpectedly, could it be that such martial arts manuals, passed down through generations, would be consumed?

Puzzled, he opened the manual of the Northern Darkness Divine Art again and began to study it carefully.

After reading the entire Northern Darkness Divine Art, Wu Feng seemed to have some insights.

Put the books into your backpack and store them.

He got up and went outside to take a look at Azi, who was practicing her martial arts.

"Azi, you stay here. I'm going to take care of some things. Just have the waiter bring the food and drinks over."

After Wu Feng finished speaking, he tossed some silver coins onto the table.

"Understood, young master." Azi stood up, nodded, and saw Wu Feng off as he left the room.

After watching Wu Feng leave, she turned around and went back into her room.

Leaving the town, Wu Feng didn't linger for a moment. He lightly twirled the hem of his clothes with his fingertips, and his true energy surged slightly. The warm current of the Nine Yang Divine Skill instantly flowed through his limbs and bones.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes and shot out like an arrow, alternating between the Lingbo Weibu and Tiyun Zong techniques. As his clothes fluttered, he left only a pale blue afterimage, swiftly passing through the vast world.

The weeds and pebbles beneath his feet were stirred up by his true energy and then quietly fell back down, leaving even the sound of the wind behind him.

At this moment, he was no longer the novice he had been when he first entered the martial world. With his full strength, all that could be heard was the whistling wind, and the mountains and forests on both sides rushed past.

What would normally be a day's journey by horseback took only two hours, and the outline of Dali City was already clearly visible at the edge of the horizon.

From a distance, Dali City is built against the mountain, with its bluish-gray city walls undulating like a lurking dragon encircling the entire city.

On the city wall, the soldiers who were originally on high alert were now mostly leaning lazily against the battlements. Some were chatting with their heads down, some were playing with the spears in their hands, and occasionally a few looked up, their eyes also seeming indifferent.

Clearly, after a period of heightened vigilance, the city's security has relaxed, and the tense atmosphere of the past is gone.

Taking advantage of the soldiers' unpreparedness, Wu Feng moved swiftly, like a ghost, across the moat. He lightly touched the city wall with his toes and silently scaled it, landing in the city's streets and alleys.

After entering the city, the streets and alleys were bustling with people and full of lively atmosphere.

The clean and tidy road paved with bluestone slabs, the shops on both sides lined up one after another, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining rose and fell, weaving together a lively scene of urban life.

Vendors selling Dali Baba set up oil pans, and the golden and crispy Baba rolled in the oil, filling the air with a fragrant aroma.

In front of a shop selling silver jewelry, a craftsman is intently hammering a bracelet, the tinkling sound crisp and melodious.

There were also young girls dressed in ethnic costumes, carrying bamboo baskets, selling fresh fruits and flowers, their eyes and brows exuding the gentle grace unique to women from Dali.

Wu Feng kept his eyes straight ahead, concealing his aura, and walked briskly through the streets and alleys like an ordinary passerby, heading straight towards the Zhennan Prince's Mansion.

He came here for Duan Yu's sake, and also to check out the situation in Dali, hoping to find some opportunities to improve his strength.

Before long, a magnificent mansion appeared before them, with a vermilion gate over ten feet high and a gilded plaque hanging above the gate, bearing the four powerful and gleaming characters "Zhennan Prince's Mansion".

On either side of the gate stood two ferocious stone lions, heads held high and chests puffed out, exuding majesty. Two guards dressed in tight-fitting clothes stood at the entrance, long swords at their waists, their postures upright like pine trees, their sharp eyes scanning the passersby, their bodies radiating a faint aura of vigilance.

Wu Feng didn't stop walking and headed straight for the gate. Just as he got close to the door, he was stopped by two guards.

"Halt! This is a forbidden area of ​​the Prince of Zhennan's mansion. No unauthorized personnel are allowed to enter!" The guard on the left frowned, his tone icy, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his eyes warily scrutinizing Wu Feng.

Their gazes swept over him, trying to discern his origins. The guard on the right also slightly stepped aside, blocking Wu Feng's path, his expression serious and showing no intention of backing down.

Wu Feng stopped, his expression calm and without the slightest anger. He looked up at the two guards and spoke in a flat but undeniably authoritative tone: "I am Wu Changfeng, here to visit Young Master Duan Yu. Please inform him that his benefactor has come to visit."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the two guards. The aura he exuded caused them to shudder slightly.

This young man appeared ordinary, but he possessed an unfathomable aura of power, clearly not an ordinary wandering swordsman.

The two guards exchanged a glance, seeing a hint of surprise and hesitation in each other's eyes.

Everyone in the manor knew that Young Master Duan Yu had been kidnapped by the Four Evils, and the Prince and Young Master had mentioned the benefactor who saved him many times, but they had never met him in person.

After a moment's hesitation, the two men decided not to delay. The guard on the left bowed slightly to Wu Feng and said, "Please wait a moment, young master. We will go into the manor to inform them. Please wait here for a moment."

After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly into the mansion, his steps hurried and he dared not delay in the slightest.

The guard on the right remained standing, watching Wu Feng warily, neither relaxing his vigilance nor deliberately making things difficult for him.

Wu Feng stood at the entrance of the Prince's Mansion, calmly surveying the surrounding scenery.

The stone lions in front of the Prince's Mansion were polished smooth and rounded. The copper rings on the vermilion gate were shiny and engraved with exquisite patterns. The walls on both sides were covered with lush green vines. When the breeze blew, the vines swayed gently, adding a touch of vitality.

The streets and alleys in the distance were still bustling, with servants from the Prince's mansion occasionally hurrying in and out, their expressions respectful and their steps light.

He waited patiently, his aura always concealed, without the slightest ostentation, quietly scanning his surroundings.