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"Yes, benefactor!" Duan Yu nodded respectfully, his face full of seriousness. He strode to the center of the training ground, took a deep breath, and assumed the starting stance of the Vajra Palm. His expression instantly became serious, and his aura became calm.

With fingertips flexing and body turning, he practiced each move earnestly. His movements were more fluid and precise than yesterday, and he controlled his strength much better. However, occasionally, when he exerted force, he was still a little stiff and not steady enough.

Wu Feng stood to the side, his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on Duan Yu's movements, his expression calm but his gaze sharp, not missing a single detail.

Whenever Duan Yu's movements went astray, he would gently offer his guidance, his tone calm yet precise: "You're not applying the power correctly here. The Mighty Vajra Palm emphasizes that the power comes from the dantian, with the shoulders relaxed and the elbows dropped. You can't rush things. The power must be steady and deep. Also, this move, Dragon Claw Probing the Sea, requires the fingertips to be straight. The grappling must be precise and not dragging. Otherwise, you'll lose the essence of grappling."

As Duan Yu practiced, he listened attentively to Wu Feng's instructions, nodding in response from time to time, and constantly adjusting his movements according to Wu Feng's requirements.

The angle of his fingertips and the pressure he applied gradually became more precise. His focus grew stronger, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he did not stop moving and continued to practice diligently.

His appearance was strikingly similar to when he was cultivating with his masters on Wudang Mountain.

As the sun gradually rose and the thin mist dissipated, golden sunlight shone on the training ground, illuminating Duan Yu's figure and the beads of sweat on his forehead.

About an hour later, Duan Yu finally finished practicing both martial arts techniques, stopped, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He strode up to Wu Feng and asked eagerly, "My benefactor, how's my training going? Is there anything I'm doing wrong?"

Wu Feng nodded slightly, his tone softening: "Not bad, you've improved a lot since yesterday. You've become quite proficient in the moves, and your power delivery is much more stable. However, there are still some shortcomings in the details. With more practice and refinement of the details, you'll become more and more proficient."

He paused, then added, "The key to martial arts training is perseverance. You can't rush it. Practice once a day to solidify your moves and refine the details. Over time, you will naturally master it."

"Thank you for your guidance, benefactor! I'll remember it!" Duan Yu nodded quickly, firmly keeping Wu Feng's words in mind. His tone was resolute. "I will practice diligently, refine the details, and never slack off!"

It was now the hour of Chen (7-9 AM), and the sunlight was growing stronger, casting a faint golden glow on the training ground.

Wu Feng waved his hand, his tone indifferent: "Alright, that's enough for today's guidance. You continue practicing, I'll be leaving now."

"Yes, benefactor! Take care, benefactor!" Duan Yu nodded respectfully, watching Wu Feng's figure disappear at the entrance of the martial arts arena.

He turned back to the center of the training ground, assumed the starting stance of the Vajra Palm again, and began to practice earnestly, his movements becoming increasingly precise and steady.

Wu Feng walked out of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion and quickly returned to the inn along the streets and alleys.

He walked to the counter and said to the shopkeeper in a calm tone, "Two breakfasts, a basket of steamed buns, two bowls of porridge, and a side dish, delivered to my room on the second floor."

"Alright, sir, please wait a moment, it will be ready soon!" The shopkeeper bowed and replied, then turned to instruct the waiter to prepare breakfast.

Wu Feng turned and went upstairs to the second floor. He pushed open the door and found A Zi still sleeping soundly. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly in the morning light, and her cheeks were flushed with a faint blush. She looked very cute.

Wu Feng walked to the bedside, gently patted her shoulder, and said in a gentle tone, "Azi, wake up, it's time for breakfast."

Azi slowly opened her eyes, her gaze still somewhat dazed. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and when she saw it was Wu Feng, a gentle smile instantly appeared on her face, and her voice softened: "Yes, young master."

Wu Feng nodded slightly and said in a gentle tone, "Get up and wash up quickly, breakfast will be served soon."

Azi nodded obediently, quickly got up, walked to the table, picked up the basin, and washed up briefly.

After combing her hair and changing into clean clothes, she sat obediently at the table, waiting for breakfast to be served.

Before long, the waiter knocked on the door and came in with breakfast.

He placed the steamed buns, porridge, and side dishes on the table, bowed, and said, "Sir, your breakfast is ready. Please enjoy." After saying that, he turned and left.

The two sat around the table, slowly eating their breakfast.

Azi ate in small bites, glancing at Wu Feng every now and then with gentle eyes, and even offered to put buns on Wu Feng's plate.

While eating, Wu Feng instructed, "After you finish breakfast, continue cultivating in your room. I have some errands to run and will be back in the evening."

"Understood, young master." Azi nodded obediently, her voice gentle, without the slightest objection.

The two quickly finished their breakfast, and Wu Feng tidied up the dishes and took them out.

Turning to look at Azi, he saw that she had obediently walked to the futon beside the bed and sat down, ready to begin her cultivation.

He turned and walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.

Go downstairs and put the bowls and chopsticks on the dining table downstairs.

Leaving the inn, Wu Feng walked briskly out of Dali City along the streets and alleys. His true energy surged slightly, and the warm current of the Nine Yang Divine Skill instantly flowed through his limbs and bones.

He touched the ground with his toes and shot out like an arrow, unleashing the Lingbo Weibu technique, leaving only a faint blue afterimage.

It sped across the vast天地 (heaven and earth) and rushed towards the direction of Wanjie Valley.

We sped along, the wind whistling past our ears, the mountains and forests on both sides rushing past.

About an hour later, he arrived near Wanjie Valley. It was still a place where poisonous creatures roamed freely, and the air was filled with a faint poisonous miasma. The grass and trees were withered and yellow, and the leaves had an eerie luster. Occasionally, poisonous insects could be seen crawling in the grass, making a faint rustling sound, which sent chills down one's spine.

Wu Feng went straight to the place where he had caught poisonous insects yesterday. There were still many poisonous insects there. Black scorpions, colorful centipedes, and tiny spiders crawled densely in the grass and on the rocks. Some of them were still slowly wriggling, spitting out venom, exuding an eerie aura.

He took out several empty medicine jars from his backpack, squatted down, and moved swiftly and cautiously. He gathered a wisp of true energy at his fingertips, skillfully dodging the attacks of the poisonous insects, and accurately picked them up, putting them one by one into the medicine jars.

His movements were incredibly skillful; each reach was swift, accurate, and ruthless. When his fingertips touched the cold body of the poisonous insect, he didn't pause for a moment, continuing to capture it methodically.

Before long, several medicine jars were filled with poisonous insects. The insects crawled back and forth inside the jars, making a faint rustling sound, and one could feel the faint toxicity even through the jars.

Wu Feng stood up, dusted off his hands, and scanned his surroundings. He didn't see Zhong Ling, so she probably hadn't come over.

He found a clean rock to sit on, opened his backpack, and checked the refining progress of the Divine Wood King Cauldron. The Divine Wood King Cauldron was completely black, and the intricate patterns engraved on its body still retained a faint black halo. The interface clearly displayed: [Divine Wood King Cauldron: Poison Power Storage 85000/100000, Refining Progress 100%]

After a night, the Divine Wood Cauldron has completely refined the poisonous insects captured yesterday. Ding Chunqiu's original 70,000 poison power, plus the 15,000 poison power gained from refining the poisonous insects yesterday, has now reached 85,000.