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The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the vermilion windows of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion, casting dappled light and shadow on the bluestone path.

The plum branches in the courtyard swayed in the evening breeze, casting delicate silhouettes, while the air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and the aroma of food.

Wu Feng remained seated cross-legged on the stone bench in the Meditation Courtyard, surrounded by a faint golden halo, with the Nine Yang True Qi slowly circulating in his meridians.

The system notification at the edge of the field of vision jumped rhythmically: [Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +276].

His eyes were gently closed, his expression focused, and a sense of tranquility lingered between his brows.

He only stopped his practice when a gentle knock came from outside the courtyard gate, and the aura around him instantly dissipated.

"Young Master Wu, the Prince and the young master have prepared a banquet in the living room and invite you to come over." A maid's voice, carrying a hint of respect and gentleness, came from outside the door.

Wu Feng slowly opened his eyes, a flash of golden light disappearing from his pupils.

He gently rubbed his fingertips together, feeling the abundant true energy within his body.

He got up, straightened his clothes, and went outside.

Following the maid through the winding courtyard, a few late-blooming cherry blossoms lay on the bluestone path, making a soft "rustling" sound when stepped on.

The lanterns on both sides gradually lit up, and the dim yellow light dispelled the chill of dusk.

Before long, they arrived at the living room of the Prince of Zhennan's mansion. The living room was brightly lit, with flickering candlelight that filled the room with warmth.

Duan Yu and Duan Zhengchun were already seated around a mahogany round table, which was laden with exquisite dishes, including Dali's specialty sour and spicy fish and mellow rice wine, the aroma of which was irresistible.

Wu Feng walked steadily, looked up at the two of them, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and he cupped his hands slightly: "Wu Changfeng greets Your Highness and Young Master Duan."

His expression was calm, his gaze swept across the table, and there was no ripple in his eyes.

Duan Zhengchun quickly stood up, a gentle smile on his face, and gestured for Wu Feng to sit down: "Young Master Changfeng, there's no need for such formalities, please sit down! The food and wine have been prepared and we've been waiting for you."

Duan Yu smiled and nodded, his eyes full of joy. He poured Wu Feng a cup of rice wine, the liquid clear and with a faint aroma.

The three sat around the table and began to eat while chatting.

Behind them stood Duan Zhengchun's four generals: Chu Wanli, Gu Ducheng, Zhu Danchen, and Fu Sigui, dressed in neat, sturdy attire with long swords at their waists.

Standing tall and straight like a pine tree, he bowed his head in the corner, his expression respectful, not daring to utter a sound, only occasionally glancing at Wu Feng out of the corner of his eye, a hint of awe hidden in his eyes.

Wu Feng glanced at them indifferently, his gaze lingering on them briefly before he looked away, not paying them much attention.

He picked up his chopsticks and ate slowly with Duan Yu and Duan Zhengchun, his movements unhurried and his expression calm.

At the dinner table, Duan Zhengchun would occasionally inquire about Wu Feng's recent cultivation progress.

Duan Yu spoke at length about his expectations for practicing martial arts the next day, his tone urgent, his eyes shining, and his face full of anticipation.

Wu Feng listened patiently, occasionally nodding in response. His tone was calm and unadorned, yet gentle.

The meal was enjoyed in a relaxed and pleasant manner. As the candlelight flickered, the shadows of the three people swayed gently on the wall, and the air was filled with the aroma of food and the subtle fragrance of rice wine.

After eating and drinking his fill, Wu Feng put down his chopsticks, picked up a cloth from the table and gently wiped his mouth. He then stood up and bowed slightly to Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yu, saying, "Thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness and Young Master. I will go back to rest now and see Young Master Duan at dawn tomorrow."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and nodded, waving his hand: "Young hero, you're too kind. Go back and rest. The servants in the manor have been taken care of. If you need anything, just let us know."

Duan Yu quickly stood up, a smile on his face: "My benefactor, please take care. I will definitely be there on time tomorrow, no matter how late!"

Wu Feng nodded slightly, turned and walked out of the living room, passing through the lantern light and shadow in the courtyard, and went straight back to the Jing Si Courtyard.

Pushing open the door, the oil lamp inside was still lit, its soft light making the furnishings inside even clearer.

Without hesitation, he closed the door and opened the game interface. With a slight thought, he tapped the "Logout" button, and the scene before him instantly distorted and vanished.

The hatch slowly slid open, and a faint blue light seeped out from the edge. Wu Feng opened his eyes, sat up, and, supporting himself on the edge of the gaming pod, lightly leaped and landed steadily on the floor.

He stretched, his arms outstretched, and his joints made a series of soft "crackling" sounds.

I walked to the window, reached out and pulled back the curtains. The night outside was already deep, the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, and there were few pedestrians on the street, with only occasional vehicles slowly passing by.

The evening breeze blew in through the window, carrying a slight coolness and dispelling the stuffiness inside the room.

Wu Feng glanced at the night outside the window, turned around, picked up his phone and keys from the table, casually put them in his pocket, pushed open the door, and walked out.

They pushed out their electric scooters, put on their helmets, and headed towards a mutton hot pot restaurant two kilometers away.

The streets were exceptionally quiet in the night. A refreshing breeze brushed against my cheeks, and the shadows of the streetlights receded rapidly beneath the wheels. Before long, I arrived at my destination.

This mutton hot pot restaurant isn't very big. Steaming mist drifts out of the windows, mingling with the fresh aroma of mutton, making it incredibly tempting.

Wu Feng parked his electric scooter and went inside. The diners sat together, eating hot pot and chatting.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of mutton and hot pot broth.

He found a table in the corner and sat down. Just as he settled in, a waiter in a gray apron hurried over, a warm smile on her face, and asked in a light tone, "Handsome, what would you like to order?"

Wu Feng raised his eyes, his tone calm and without any unnecessary words: "Two catties of freshly sliced ​​mutton, one catty of fried lamb chops, one serving of lamb blood fried rice, and one serving of sweet potato leaves."

"Okay! Just a moment, handsome, I'll prepare it for you right away!" The clerk quickly replied, noted down the dishes, and turned to walk briskly towards the kitchen.

Wu Feng picked up his phone from the table, unlocked the screen, and opened the official forum for "Jianghu Dream." He quickly swiped his finger across the screen, browsing the most popular posts.

The forum is mostly filled with players showing off their martial arts skills and equipment. Some are showing off the sect's ultimate techniques they just learned, while others are showing off the rare items they've acquired.

However, there was little valuable information, and posts about the plot and characters were extremely rare, almost nowhere to be found.

Wu Feng's lips twitched slightly, a hint of indifference flashed in his eyes, and he gently swiped the screen, flipping through a few pages before closing the forum.

It seems that the newcomers are gradually realizing that the plot is unique. If they show off too much, they will not only attract many competitors, but they may also accidentally miss opportunities and lose the plot clues they have obtained.

This development was expected. That's just how the world is; people's hearts are unpredictable, and everyone wants to monopolize opportunities, so naturally they won't easily reveal their trump cards.

However, he also had some doubts in his heart, as it was still unknown how the subsequent plot would develop.

However, for now, we should first handle things properly in Dali, teach Duan Yu martial arts, and understand the situation in Dali. After that, we should go and take a look at the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun.

The Khitan and Liao dynasties were intertwined there, creating a complex situation that might hold many opportunities.

I don't know what the situation is like there now; I can only find out once I get there.

Lost in thought, the shop assistant brought over a piping hot clay pot and placed it on the table, with a small stove burning faintly beneath it.

A few slices of ginger, papaya, and some Chinese herbs floated at the bottom of the pot, steaming hot and instantly filling the air with a rich aroma.