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Not to mention those advanced martial arts that require the coordination of internal energy to perform.

"For a martial artist to become stronger," Wu Feng continued, "internal strength is the fundamental requirement. Simply practicing techniques is not enough to become a top-tier martial artist. Even if you manage to reach the threshold of top-tier, if your foundation is unstable, you will inevitably fall sooner or later."

The two listened intently.

Azi nodded obediently, "Young Master, I understand. I will cultivate diligently."

Mu Wanqing nodded, her eyes filled with determination: "Don't worry, young master, I will work hard in my cultivation."

Wu Feng glanced at the two of them but said nothing more.

The reasons that need to be explained are clear; whether they can listen to them, and how much they can understand, is their own business.

We had just finished talking when there was a knock on the door.

"Sir, your food is here!" The waiter's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and the waiter walked in carrying a tray, followed by another waiter.

The two of them quickly and efficiently placed the items on the table.

A pot of hot tea, a pot of wine, two plates of green vegetables, and a plate of thinly sliced ​​braised beef, its color bright red and its aroma enticing.

After setting everything out, the waiter stepped back, bowed, and said with a smile, "Sir, the other dishes are still being prepared in the kitchen and will be ready soon. Please enjoy your meal first, and I will bring the rest over shortly."

Wu Feng nodded, and the waiter and waiter turned and left the room, gently closing the door behind them.

"Eat up." Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks.

The three of them started eating.

Azi picked up a slice of braised beef, chewed it in small bites, her eyes slightly narrowed, and a satisfied expression appeared on her face.

Mu Wanqing ate slowly, only picking up the vegetables in front of her with her chopsticks, not even touching the beef. She lifted a corner of her veil, revealing half of her face, and ate very quietly.

Wu Feng ate on his own, and with each bite of his chopsticks, he had already swallowed several slices of beef and several mouthfuls of vegetables.

Not long after, there was another knock on the door.

The waiter brought in a tray, this time with hot dishes—a bowl of tender braised pork, a braised fish, and a bowl of steaming soup.

After setting the dishes out, the waiter stepped back and bowed, saying, "Sir, the dishes are ready. Please enjoy your meal. If you need anything, please let me know."

After saying that, he left and closed the door behind him.

The room fell silent again, with only the faint sound of bowls and chopsticks clattering.

The braised pork belly is stewed until tender and melts in your mouth, rich but not greasy;

The fish was cooked to perfection, the flesh was tender, and the broth was rich and flavorful.

Azi's eyes lit up as she ate, and even Mu Wanqing picked up a few more pieces with her chopsticks.

Wu Feng ate very quickly, finishing one bowl of rice and then having another half bowl added.

After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he put down his chopsticks, picked up a coarse cloth from the table, and wiped the corners of his mouth.

The two of them put down their chopsticks one after another.

Azi leaned back in her chair, let out a soft burp, quickly covered her mouth, and secretly glanced at Wu Feng. Seeing that he didn't seem to care, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Wanqing wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and put her veil back on.

Wu Feng looked at A Zi: "Go and call the waiter to clean up the dishes. Also, have him bring hot water to both rooms."

"Yes, young master." Azi quickly got up and walked out of the room.

Mu Wanqing also stood up and bowed slightly to Wu Feng: "Young Master, I'll go back to my room first."

Wu Feng nodded: "Go ahead, get some rest, and don't neglect your cultivation."

"Yes," Mu Wanqing replied, turned and walked out of the room, her footsteps light, closing the door behind her.

After watching the two leave, Wu Feng withdrew his gaze.

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked out.

Night had completely fallen, the streetlights were scattered here and there, and a few barks of dogs could be heard in the distance before silence returned.

He raised his hand to open the game interface, and a dark blue screen unfolded before his eyes.

With a light tap of your fingertip to "Log out of the game," the familiar feeling of weightlessness instantly envelops your entire body.

The hatch slowly slid open the next second.

Wu Feng opened his eyes, sat up, and jumped out of the game pod, using the edge as leverage.

When both feet landed, their joints made a series of soft, cracking sounds.

He stretched his limbs, extending his arms upwards, and his spine cracked repeatedly.

After lying down for so long, apart from feeling a bit stiff, sore, and numb, I felt quite energetic.

I walked to the table, picked up my phone and glanced at it—it was a little past eight in the evening.

He put his phone in his pocket, grabbed his keys, and walked out of the room.

Stepping outside, the evening breeze greeted me, carrying the coolness unique to the night and dispelling the stuffiness inside.

Wu Feng took a deep breath, mounted the electric scooter parked in the courtyard, turned the handlebars, and slowly rode out of the yard.

The streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow, illuminating the ground with patches of light and shadow. A gentle evening breeze caressed my face, bringing a sense of comfort.

A few minutes later, he parked his car in front of a familiar pork trotter restaurant.

The shop is small, with a few tables and chairs packed tightly together. Steam wafts out from the entrance, carrying the aroma of meat and braised sauce.

Wu Feng went inside and found a seat against the wall.

The owner was busy at the stove when he saw him come in. He looked up and greeted him, "You're here? What would you like to eat?"

"Large portion of braised pork knuckle rice." Wu Feng nodded.

The owner was quick and efficient, and soon brought over a plate of braised pork knuckle rice.

The rice was topped with tender braised pork knuckles, drizzled with a generous spoonful of braising sauce, and accompanied by a few green vegetables and a braised egg.

Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks, ready to start eating, when he remembered something, took out his phone, unlocked the screen, and opened the game forum.

The forum homepage still features the same familiar faces.

Some people are showing off the equipment they just acquired, some are complaining about how difficult the sect quests are, and others are arguing about which sect's martial arts are stronger.

I flipped through a few pages, and it was all content that wasn't very informative.

There aren't any posts about the characters in the story.

Wu Feng pursed his lips, exited the forum, and put his phone aside.

These people have become more shrewd now; they know that good things shouldn't be shown off.

Otherwise, as soon as it's posted online, people will immediately follow the clues and try to seize the opportunity.

He shook his head, picked up his chopsticks, and focused on the braised pork trotters rice in front of him.

The braised pig's trotters are tender and flavorful, with the fatty parts melting in your mouth and the lean parts chewy. The braising sauce coats the rice, and every bite is bursting with meaty aroma.

He ate very quickly, finishing his bowl of rice in no time.

After eating and drinking his fill, Wu Feng scanned the QR code to pay and got up to leave the store.

The evening breeze was still slightly cool, feeling particularly refreshing on his face. He hopped on his electric scooter and slowly rode back.

Back at my place, I parked the car and went inside.

I went into the bathroom and took a shower.

After showering, I dried myself off and changed into a clean T-shirt and casual pants.

I picked up the hairdryer and dried my hair, then checked the doors and windows again to make sure they were all closed before walking to the game pod.

I opened the hatch, lay down inside, and the hatch slowly closed.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness came over me, everything went black, and then a flash of white light appeared.

Wu Feng opened his eyes and found himself back in his inn room in the game world.

The room was brightly lit, with the oil lamp casting a dim, warm glow.

Azi was standing by the table. When she saw him appear, she quickly went to greet him with a gentle smile on her face.

"Young master, the hot water is ready." She pointed towards the inner room. "The waiter just brought it over, it's still hot."

Wu Feng nodded, turned around and went into the inner room.

The wooden tub was filled with hot water, steam rising gently, and a few unidentified flower petals floated on the surface, emitting a faint fragrance.

He took off his clothes, stepped into the wooden tub, and the warm water instantly enveloped his entire body.

Comfortable.

He leaned against the barrel, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.

I heard light footsteps behind me, followed by the rustling of clothes.

Azi squatted down by the tub, picked up a cloth, wet it, and gently wiped his back.

The movements were gentle, with just the right amount of force; it was clear that she had done it many times before.

Wu Feng didn't open his eyes, letting her serve him.

After soaking for about 15 minutes, the water gradually cooled down, and he finally stood up from the tub.

Azi quickly handed him a clean cloth, which he took to dry himself and change into clean clothes.

Stepping out of the inner room, Azi had already tidied up the room and was standing to the side waiting.