Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

As the sunlight gradually slanted westward, the dappled light filtering through the window was stretched into a long, narrow strip, falling on the hem of Wu Feng's robe as he sat cross-legged, gleaming with a faint gray light.

The crimson-gold true energy surrounding him slowly receded, and the last wisp of Nine Yang True Energy returned to his dantian before he slowly opened his eyes. A flash of golden light appeared in his eyes, replaced by a calm demeanor.

With a gentle twist of the fingertips, one can clearly feel that the true energy within the body is more condensed than in the morning, and the Nine Yang Divine Skill has already entered the minor completion stage (652860/800000).

The density of the true qi far exceeded that of the past, and the meridians became wider and stronger due to the repeated cleansing of the true qi, making the circulation of the true qi smoother and more free.

Ah Zi beside him had already finished her practice and was sitting quietly on the futon, her hands on her knees, her clear eyes fixed on him, her face showing a hint of obedience and docility.

Seeing him open his eyes, she immediately stood up, walked lightly to him, and said in a voice as soft as cotton, "Young master, have you finished your cultivation?"

Wu Feng nodded slightly, raised his hand to rub his temples, and the slight fatigue from sitting and cultivating for a long time instantly disappeared. He said in a calm tone, "Well, it's getting late. Let's go down and get something to eat."

The two walked downstairs side by side. The noise in the inn's lobby had gradually faded away, leaving only a few scattered tables of guests. The innkeeper was sitting behind the counter tidying up the accounts.

The waiters carried trays and moved between the tables and chairs, clearing away empty bowls and chopsticks, while the aroma of food lingered in the air.

Wu Feng called out softly to the counter, and the shopkeeper immediately looked up, quickly putting on a smile and greeting him: "Sir, what would you like to order?"

"Just two simple home-style dishes and two bowls of rice will do," Wu Feng said casually, finding a corner by the window to sit down.

Azi sat obediently opposite him, her hands on the table, waiting quietly.

His gaze would occasionally drift to the darkening sky outside the window.

Before long, the waiter brought over a plate of green vegetables, a plate of braised meat, and two bowls of rice. The bowls and chopsticks were neatly arranged, and he said softly, "Sir, your dishes are ready. Please enjoy your meal."

Azi immediately picked up her chopsticks and ate in small bites, her cheeks puffing out slightly as she chewed, looking gentle and cute.

Wu Feng was decisive and efficient; with a few quick movements of his chopsticks, the food was quickly gone, without any unnecessary actions or words.

After dinner, Wu Feng paid for the meal and took A Zi back to their room on the second floor.

The room was already dark, so he casually lit the oil lamp on the table. The dim light instantly filled the room, making the shadows on the walls flicker.

"You continue your cultivation, I'm going out for a bit." Wu Feng said calmly, glancing at A Zi. Seeing her obediently nod, he turned and walked to the corner of the room.

He raised his hand to open the game interface, tapped the "Logout" button with his fingertip, and a faint white light emanated from his body as he instantly disappeared from the room.

When Wu Feng opened his eyes again, he was already in his own residence.

He stretched, his joints making soft "crackling" sounds, gradually easing the tension from being immersed in the game for so long.

He got up, grabbed his keys, pushed open the door, and walked out of the room.

On the streets at dusk, the evening breeze carried a touch of coolness, dispelling the daytime heat.

The warm yellow light of the streetlights illuminated the pedestrians, and the aroma of food stalls wafted from the roadside. Shouts and laughter mingled together, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Wu Feng walked slowly along the street, his gaze sweeping over the roadside food stalls, and finally stopped in front of a stall with a sign that read "Old Wang's Pig Trotter Rice".

The stall owner was stirring the pig's feet in the pot with a spoon, the oil sizzling and the aroma filling the air.

"Boss, give me a pound of pig's trotters, a bowl of rice, and lots of pig's trotter sauce." Wu Feng walked to the stall, found a small stool, and sat down, speaking casually.

The stall owner quickly replied, "Okay! It'll be ready soon!" As he spoke, he picked up a spoon and scooped out a pound of stewed pork trotters that were now tender and soft.

Cut it up, arrange it on top of rice, and then pour a generous amount of pork trotter broth over it. The broth is thick, bright in color, and instantly becomes even more fragrant.

Wu Feng took the plate, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat heartily without any hesitation.

The stewed pork trotters are so tender they melt in your mouth, rich but not greasy. The broth from the trotters coats the rice, making it fragrant, sticky, and delicious. One bite brings you a sense of complete satisfaction.

He ate quickly but didn't look disheveled. With a few quick movements of his chopsticks, a pound of pig's feet and a bowl of rice were quickly devoured.

He even dipped the rice in the soup on his plate and ate it all up, a fine layer of sweat appearing on his forehead, his whole body radiating warmth.

After a hearty meal, Wu Feng paid the bill, got up, and walked back along the street. The evening breeze brushed against his cheeks, bringing him a sense of comfort.

After taking a hot bath back at my place, I felt much more relaxed.

After showering, I dried my body with a towel and then used a hairdryer to dry my wet hair.

Walking into the living room, Wu Feng sat on the sofa, picked up his phone from the table, unlocked the screen, and opened the official forum of "Jianghu Dream".

The forum homepage was still bustling, mostly with players sharing their martial arts test experiences and training tips. Some players also complained that NPCs were too difficult to defeat and that opportunities were too hard to find. Scrolling through the pages, there was no valuable information to be found.

Wu Feng looked at it for a moment, shook his head slightly, a hint of helplessness on his face, tapped his finger to close the forum, and placed his phone on the coffee table next to the sofa.

He got up, walked to the game pod, opened the door, and lay down inside. The door slowly closed, and a soft mechanical voice sounded in his ear: "Logging into the game, please wait..."

A moment later, a flash of white light appeared, and Wu Feng's figure reappeared in the inn's room.

The room remained quiet, the oil lamp still lit, its dim light making the room exceptionally tranquil.

Azi was sitting cross-legged on a futon beside the bed, her eyes closed, her body surrounded by a faint aura of true energy. Her expression was focused, and her brows were slightly furrowed. She was clearly engrossed in cultivating the Lesser Formless Skill and did not even notice him coming online.

Wu Feng did not disturb her. He tiptoed to the futon on the other side of the room, sat down, crossed his legs, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to circulate the Nine Yang Divine Skill again.

Warm true energy rose from the dantian, flowing slowly along the meridians, washing over them again and again, bringing waves of comfort. At the edge of his vision, a pale golden proficiency indicator steadily pulsed: [Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +276].

The night outside the window grew darker, and the streetlights gradually went out, leaving only the oil lamp inside the house still lit, illuminating the figures of the two people diligently cultivating, quiet and peaceful.

After a night of dedicated cultivation, the sky gradually turned a pale white, and the faint morning light shone through the window, dispelling the gloom of the night.

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. His true energy gradually subsided.

He glanced at Azi on the bed. She was still sleeping soundly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly in the morning light, her cheeks flushed with a faint blush, her breathing even, and she looked adorable and well-behaved.

Wu Feng slowed his pace, stood up to straighten his clothes, gently closed the door, and turned to walk towards the Zhennan Prince's Mansion.

In the early morning, Dali City was shrouded in a light mist. There were already a few pedestrians on the streets and alleys, and vendors were setting up their stalls one after another, pushing their carts and calling out their wares. The air was filled with a faint smell of smoke and the freshness of dew, making it particularly pleasant.

Wu Feng walked quickly through the streets and alleys, and soon arrived at the gate of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion.

Upon seeing him, the guards immediately bowed and greeted him respectfully, saying, "Young Master Wu, you've arrived."

Wu Feng nodded slightly, said nothing more, and walked straight into the Prince's Mansion, heading towards the martial arts arena.

On the training ground, the thin mist had not yet dissipated, the bluestone path was wet and glistening, and glistening dewdrops still clung to the wooden stakes in the center of the field. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of grass and trees.

Duan Yu was already waiting there, still dressed in a plain-colored martial arts outfit, his hair neatly tied up, his face showing a hint of urgency. He kept glancing towards the entrance of the martial arts arena, his hands unconsciously rubbing together, his eyes full of anticipation, and his feet were subconsciously practicing the basic moves of the Dragon Claw Hand. Although his movements were not very skilled, they were still quite impressive.

Upon seeing Wu Feng approach, Duan Yu's eyes lit up instantly, his eagerness replaced by joy. He quickly stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said, "My benefactor, you've arrived!"

Wu Feng nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Duan Yu, his tone calm and gentle: "Practice the Vajra Palm and Dragon Claw Hand techniques you have learned once each, and I will check your mastery. If there are any mistakes, I will give you further guidance."