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Immediately afterwards, the waiter brought over two pounds of freshly sliced ​​mutton and a serving of washed sweet potato leaves, then said with a smile:

"Handsome, the hot pot base and mutton are ready. The fried lamb chops and lamb blood fried rice will be here soon. Please start cooking the mutton and enjoy your meal!" After saying that, he turned and left.

Wu Feng put down his phone, poured the mutton into the pot, and looked into the casserole, watching the bottom of the pot slowly heat up and tiny bubbles gradually appear.

He waited patiently, and soon the pot began to bubble and steam, the heat growing stronger, and the mutton churned and foamed.

Wu Feng picked up a large soup ladle and skimmed off the foam on the surface with practiced ease.

Then I made myself a dipping sauce with a mix of minced garlic, kumquats, cilantro, chili peppers and soy sauce.

Then I made myself a bowl of mutton soup, blew on it, and took a sip. The warm soup slid down my throat, carrying a faint aroma of mutton and the taste of Chinese herbs. The warmth instantly spread throughout my body, dispelling the chill of the night and easing up a lot of the fatigue from the past few days.

Then, I picked up my chopsticks, took a slice of cooked mutton, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in my mouth. The mutton was tender and juicy, and the spiciness of the sauce blended perfectly with the savory aroma of the mutton, resulting in an excellent taste.

Not long after, fried lamb chops and lamb blood fried rice were served.

The fried lamb chops are golden brown with a crispy exterior, and they have a rich aroma as soon as they are served. The lamb blood fried rice is also very fragrant with each grain of rice.

Wu Feng stopped thinking about it and focused on eating, munching on mutton, nibbling on lamb chops, and occasionally taking a few bites of fried rice.

His movements were not fast but very efficient, and in no time, he had eaten all the dishes on the table.

He even drank the soup in the casserole completely, a look of satisfaction on his face.

After finishing his meal, Wu Feng got up, greeted the staff, and asked them to come and pay the bill. He then scanned the QR code on his phone to pay and left the hot pot restaurant.

The night breeze was still slightly cool, and it felt especially refreshing on his face. He hopped on his electric scooter, started the engine, and slowly drove back to his residence.

After returning to my accommodation, I took a hot shower. The hot water poured down from my head, washing away the fatigue in my body.

After showering, I changed into a clean white T-shirt and loose black casual pants, dried my hair, and went straight to the game pod.

I opened the hatch of the gaming pod, lay down inside, and the hatch slowly closed, shutting out outside light and sound.

A moment later, the scene before my eyes switched to the Meditation Hall in the game world. The oil lamp inside was still lit, casting a soft light.

Wu Feng smiled slightly, sat cross-legged on the bed in the bedroom, closed his eyes, and with a slight thought, began to circulate the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

A faint golden halo once again enveloped his body, and the system notification at the edge of his vision flashed again: [Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +276].

Once things are settled in Dali, I need to find a place with cultivation boosts to properly cultivate, otherwise the cultivation speed of this Nine Yang Divine Skill is still too slow.

Currently, his Nine Yang Divine Skill is still at the minor completion level, and there is still a considerable gap between it and the major completion level.

There are no cultivation bonuses inside the Zhennan Prince's Mansion. It seems that only the major sects have unique proficiency bonuses.

Wu Feng frowned, tapping his knee lightly with his fingertips, pondering his next training plan.

Nothing was said that night, and as I focused on my cultivation, dawn gradually broke.

As the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, the soft morning light streamed through the window into the Jing Si Courtyard, falling upon Wu Feng and bathing him in a gentle golden glow.

As soon as the hour of Mao (5-7 AM) arrived, Wu Feng slowly finished his practice, opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

He got up and stretched his limbs, his joints making a soft, cracking sound. Then he turned and walked out of the Jingsi Courtyard toward the martial arts training ground of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion.

Upon arriving at the training ground, one finds it spacious and flat, paved with hard bluestone slabs, with several flags planted around it, fluttering in the wind.

Dozens of wooden stakes stood in the center of the area. The stakes were polished smooth and rounded, and were used by the guards of the manor for training.

As soon as Wu Feng arrived at the entrance of the martial arts arena, he saw Duan Yu already waiting there. Unlike his usual elegant appearance in a moon-white brocade robe, Duan Yu was dressed in a plain-colored chivalrous outfit today, with a wide belt around his waist and his hair simply tied up.

He had lost some of the spoiled air of a young master and gained more competence. His face was filled with anticipation, and his eyes were shining. He was pacing back and forth, glancing occasionally towards the entrance of the martial arts arena.

Upon seeing Wu Feng approach, Duan Yu's eyes lit up instantly, his anticipation growing stronger, and he quickly stepped forward.

He waved to Wu Feng, his tone urgent yet respectful: "My benefactor! You've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you here for so long!"

His face was beaming with a cheerful smile, his eyes were full of anticipation, and he unconsciously rubbed his hands together, clearly eager to start learning martial arts.

Wu Feng nodded slightly to Duan Yu, a faint smile on his face, and said in a calm tone, "Young Master Duan is indeed punctual."

He strode into the training ground, his gaze sweeping over the wooden stakes in the center of the field before turning to Duan Yu, his tone firm: "Today, I will teach you the Mighty Vajra Palm."

Upon hearing this, Duan Yu's smile froze instantly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He subconsciously looked at Wu Feng, his tone tinged with doubt: "The Mighty Vajra Palm? My benefactor, isn't that a unique skill of the Shaolin Temple? How do you know this palm technique?"

His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes filled with confusion, clearly not expecting Wu Feng to know Shaolin Temple's unique skills.

"That's right, this is indeed a Shaolin Temple specialty," Wu Feng nodded slightly, his tone calm, without much explanation. "However, I also know a little about it. Watch carefully, don't get distracted, and memorize each move."

After saying that, he walked to the open space in the center of the training ground.

Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and slowly raise your hands with palms facing forward, assuming a standard Vajra Palm starting stance.

His expression instantly turned serious, and his aura became calm and powerful.

He didn't use any internal energy; he simply practiced the moves of the Vajra Palm. His movements were powerful and vigorous, each move steady and decisive, without any hesitation.

With each wave of his hand, a slight whooshing sound filled the air; his body moved nimbly, advancing and retreating with measured steps; his palm techniques were powerful yet not reckless, every movement precise and accurate.

It perfectly showcases the fierce and domineering power of the Vajra Palm.

Duan Yu, standing to the side, stared intently at Wu Feng's movements, his expression focused, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes full of seriousness, even his breathing becoming cautious, as if afraid of missing any detail.

His hands unconsciously followed Wu Feng's movements, gently mimicking the moves, while he muttered the key points of the moves to himself, his face full of focus.

In a corner of the training ground, Chu Wanli and Gu Ducheng stood quietly watching. Their eyes lit up instantly, filled with amazement and envy. They stared intently at Wu Feng's moves, subconsciously memorizing the palm techniques. They were clearly also attracted by the powerful and domineering Vajra Palm.

In about half an incense stick's time, Wu Feng finished practicing the entire set of Vajra Palm.

He slowly withdrew from his stance, the fierce aura around him gradually dissipating, and he regained his usual composure. He turned to look at Duan Yu, his tone calm: "Have you memorized it?"

Duan Yu nodded quickly, a hint of joy on his face, and said firmly, "I've remembered it, benefactor! I've memorized every single move!"

His eyes shone, and his face was full of confidence, clearly indicating that he was very confident in his memory.

"Okay," Wu Feng nodded slightly, his tone calm. "You practice a set, and I'll explain the key points and essentials of the Vajra Palm to you."

After saying that, he stepped aside, staring intently at Duan Yu with a serious expression, ready to give instructions.