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Wu Feng finished his tea and put the teacup back on the table.

The sunlight outside the window had already shifted to the west, and the light had become softer, casting a faint warm glow on the wooden tabletop.

He checked the time; there was still some time before evening, and he had nothing else to do.

He got up and went into the bedroom, picked up a futon from the corner, and placed it on the empty floor next to the bed.

Sit cross-legged, take a deep breath, and close your eyes.

With a slight thought, the Nine Yang True Qi in his dantian surged instantly, flowing slowly along his meridians.

The warm energy flowed like streams through my limbs and bones, washing away fatigue wherever it flowed, replacing it with warmth and comfort.

Wu Feng's breathing gradually became long and steady.

A faint golden halo began to emanate from his body. It was very faint, almost imperceptible, but as his true energy circulated, the halo gradually stabilized and enveloped his entire body.

The room fell silent.

Only the occasional bird calls from outside the window and the faint breathing sounds from next door could be heard; they were very light and shallow, probably because Mu Wanqing was still cultivating.

Wu Feng was immersed in the flow of his internal energy, his expression focused, and a sense of calm emanated from his brows.

At the edge of my field of vision, lines of pale gold text steadily moved.

[Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +276]

He ignored the prompts and let his inner energy flow through his meridians repeatedly, increasing his internal strength.

As evening approached, the light outside the window had changed from golden to dark red, and the last vestiges of the sunset were slowly fading away through the cracks in the window.

Wu Feng sat cross-legged on the futon, surrounded by a faint golden halo.

The Nine Yang True Qi flowed slowly through the meridians, washing over the limbs and bones again and again.

He could feel that the true energy within his body was much more abundant than when he first started cultivating, and he was getting closer and closer to that critical point.

"Almost there." He silently repeated to himself, without opening his eyes, and continued to circulate his inner energy.

Warm, vital energy rises from the dantian, ascends along the Ren meridian, passes the Tanzhong point, goes through the Tiantu point, reaches the Chengjiang point, and then enters the Du meridian, descending along the spine. After completing one full cycle, the vital energy becomes even more concentrated.

At the edge of my field of vision, the proficiency indicator continues to jump steadily: [Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +276].

He glanced at the proficiency progress bar—738521/800000.

It's just a little bit more away.

Just then, I heard light footsteps beside me, very light, like someone walking on tiptoe.

Then, a soft voice sounded in his ear, cautiously, as if afraid of startling him:

"Young master, it's evening. Would you like someone to bring dinner over?"

Wu Feng slowly finished his practice, and the golden aura around him gradually receded into his body.

He opened his eyes, a fleeting golden glint in them.

Azi was standing to the side, her hands hanging down in front of her, her body slightly bowed, a gentle smile on her face, and her eyes full of caution.

When she saw him open his eyes, she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look any longer.

Wu Feng moved his wrists, and his knuckles made a series of soft, cracking sounds.

After practicing for so long, I felt a tingling sensation throughout my bones, but my spirit was exceptionally high.

"Okay, go order it," he said casually. "Get something good to eat."

Azi immediately nodded, her smile deepening, and turned to walk quickly out of the room.

Wu Feng stood up and walked to the table to sit down.

He looked down at his hands, his fingertips slightly clenched.

The internal energy within his body was surging and overflowing, and the feeling that he might break through at any moment grew stronger and stronger.

The Nine Yang Divine Skill is nearing completion.

At that time, you will be able to open up your Ren and Du meridians and activate the "One Principle Leads to All" effect of the martial arts manual.

He picked up the teapot, intending to pour himself a cup of tea to soothe his throat, but it was ice cold to the touch; the tea from that afternoon had long since gone cold.

Wu Feng shook his head, not bothering to call the waiter, and gripped the teapot in his right hand, a thought stirring in his mind.

Nine Yang True Qi surged from his palm, and the warm air instantly enveloped the entire teapot.

In a short while, wisps of white steam began to rise from the spout, and the body of the teapot became warm.

He poured himself a cup of tea, and as the warm tea slid down his throat, he felt much more comfortable.

Holding his teacup, Wu Feng leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the darkening sky outside the window, and began to make plans in his mind.

He was genuinely looking forward to seeing just how powerful the "one thing leads to everything" effect would be.

According to the description in the manual, after mastering the skill, one can greatly improve their comprehension, lower the threshold and proficiency requirements for learning other martial arts, and even have the opportunity to see through and imitate some of the essence of an opponent's moves.

That kid Zhang Wuji, after learning the Nine Yang Divine Skill, mastered the Qiankun Great Shift to the sixth level in just one or two hours.

That speed was simply phenomenal.

However, Wu Feng knew in his heart that it couldn't be that outrageous in the game.

If someone could reach the pinnacle of a martial arts technique in just one or two hours, the game's balance would be completely ruined.

Even if the planner were completely out of their mind, they wouldn't do something like this.

However, reducing the proficiency requirement is already a real boost for cultivating advanced martial arts.

Especially for those unique skills that require hundreds of thousands or even millions of points of proficiency, even reducing the skill level by only 10% can save a huge amount of time.

He took a sip of tea and made up his mind: after eating and drinking his fill, he would work harder on his cultivation that night and strive to break through to the Great Perfection of the Nine Yang Divine Skill by tomorrow.

We'll see for ourselves then how effective this "one-size-fits-all" approach really is.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Ah Zi leaned half her body in to look at him, her voice soft: "Young master, I've finished giving the orders. The manager said he'll have the kitchen prepare it right away, and it will be delivered soon."

Wu Feng nodded and looked up at her: "Okay, go and call Wanqing over to prepare dinner."

"Yes, young master."

Ah Zi responded, shrank back, and closed the door.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor, fading into the distance, followed by the soft creaking of the door to the next room, and then a murmur of voices, the content of which was indistinct.

A moment later, footsteps sounded again, getting closer and closer.

The door was pushed open, and Azi walked in first, followed by Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing was still dressed in white, but she had put her veil back on, revealing only her clear eyes.

She walked into the house, paused, and scanned the room before finally fixing her gaze on Wu Feng.

"Young Master," she called softly, her tone respectful.

Wu Feng raised his hand to indicate, "Please sit down."

The two walked to the table and sat down. Azi naturally sat to Wu Feng's left, while Mu Wanqing paused for a moment before sitting opposite him.

Wu Feng looked at Mu Wanqing and asked in a calm tone, "Wanqing, how was your cultivation this afternoon?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing's eyes lit up slightly.

She nodded, her voice soft but clear: "Young master, there's no problem with my cultivation. That technique is very profound; after practicing for a while, I've already increased my internal energy considerably."

She paused, seemingly trying to figure out how to describe the feeling, before continuing, "With the other martial arts I practiced, I wouldn't feel any changes even after a whole day. But with this technique, I can feel my internal energy increasing every time I practice, and my meridians are also widening a bit."

Wu Feng listened and nodded slightly.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked at the two of them. His tone was calm but serious: "In martial arts, internal strength is the foundation. No matter how powerful the martial arts are, they all rely on internal strength for support. Without internal strength, even the most exquisite moves are just empty shells."

He paused, recalling his time at Wudang Mountain.

Song Yuanqiao said this when he was teaching. At that time, he didn't quite understand, and only felt that internal energy cultivation was boring and tedious, far less enjoyable than practicing moves.

Later, as my strength gradually improved, I reached the second-rate level, and then the first-rate level, and that feeling became stronger and stronger.

The same Iron Sand Palm technique, when used without internal force, has completely different levels of destructive power compared to when it's used with internal force.