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I went into the bathroom and took a shower.

I stood there with my eyes closed for a while as the hot water came down.

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

Pick up the hairdryer and dry your hair.

I walked to the gaming pod, opened the hatch, and lay down inside. The hatch slowly closed, and a faint blue light seeped out from the edges.

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 lamps casting a dim, yellowish light.

Azi was still sitting in the corner cultivating, surrounded by a faint aura of true energy, her expression focused.

Wu Feng glanced at her, picked up a futon from the corner of the wall, walked to the open space on the other side of the room, and sat down cross-legged.

With a slight thought, the Nine Yang True Qi surged from the dantian and flowed slowly along the meridians.

The warm true energy flowed through my limbs and bones like golden streams.

At the edge of the field of vision, a pale gold system notification steadily popped up—

[Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +306]

The benefits of the "one thing leads to everything" characteristic are indeed significant.

My proficiency has increased by 30 points compared to before, and my training efficiency has improved significantly.

Wu Feng calmed his mind, cleared his mind of distractions, and focused on circulating his inner energy.

One week, two weeks, three weeks...

As night deepened outside the window, the lights in the streets and alleys went out one by one.

The room was quiet, with only the steady breathing of the two people and the very faint sound of their internal energy circulating.

He devoted himself to cultivation all night.

The sky was beginning to lighten, and the soft morning light streamed into the room through the window.

When the hour of Mao (5-7 AM) arrives.

Wu Feng slowly finished his practice, opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

I stood up and stretched my limbs.

I glanced at Azi in the corner; she was still cultivating.

Wu Feng pushed open the door and went out.

After leaving the inn, we walked along the streets and alleys towards the Prince of Zhennan's Mansion.

The city of Dali was shrouded in a thin mist in the early morning, with few pedestrians on the streets and alleys, and only a few early-rising vendors setting up their stalls.

The air was filled with the dampness of dew and the faint smell of cooking fires.

Upon arriving at the gate of the Prince of Zhennan's mansion, the guards, seeing him, quickly bowed and greeted him: "Young Master Wu, good morning."

Wu Feng nodded and walked straight into the mansion.

Pass through the courtyard and walk along the bluestone path towards the training ground.

The trees on both sides were covered with dew, which occasionally dripped down and made a soft pattering sound as they hit the ground.

Before we even reached the training ground, we could hear shouts coming from inside.

Wu Feng quickened his pace and walked to the entrance of the training ground to look inside.

On the training ground shrouded in morning mist, a figure was moving back and forth in the center of the field.

Duan Yu was dressed in a plain-colored outfit, his hair was neatly tied up, and fine beads of sweat had already seeped from his forehead.

He formed his hands into claws and practiced the Dragon Claw Hand technique step by step, his movements sharp and fluid.

Wu Feng stood at the doorway, watching.

Duan Yu was so focused on his practice that he didn't even notice someone at the door.

His movements were fluid and graceful, like a dragon claw probing the sea, capturing dragons and tigers, chasing the wind and shadows... one move after another, becoming smoother and smoother with each practice.

After practicing the Dragon Claw Hand, he switched to the Mighty Vajra Palm, with a fierce and domineering palm wind.

He only stopped to catch his breath after finishing a set of Vajra Palm techniques. As he wiped his sweat, his gaze swept toward the doorway.

Upon seeing Wu Feng standing there, Duan Yu's eyes lit up instantly. He quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, and said, "My benefactor! You've arrived!"

Wu Feng nodded, walked into the training ground, and glanced at him: "You've practiced well, and you've improved since yesterday."

Duan Yu smiled with delight and scratched the back of his head: "Thanks to your guidance, benefactor! I've been practicing as you instructed these past two days, and I really feel a difference."

Wu Feng didn't say much, but gestured for him to continue practicing.

Duan Yu responded, turned around and returned to the center of the field, took a deep breath, and began practicing again.

Wu Feng stood aside and watched, occasionally offering a few pointers.

"The fifth move of the Vajra Palm: when you strike, lower your shoulders a little more and generate power from your waist and back."

"In the Dragon Claw Hand's Dragon-Capturing Technique, the fingertips must be straight, and the grab must be quick, accurate, and without hesitation."

Duan Yu listened attentively, and after each instruction, he could quickly correct his mistakes, making his movements more and more precise.

Time passed slowly, the morning mist gradually dissipated, and sunlight bathed the training ground.

When the time came to Chenshi (7-9 AM), Wu Feng glanced at the sky and said to Duan Yu, "That's about enough for today."

Duan Yu stopped what he was doing, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and quickly walked up to Wu Feng.

Wu Feng looked at him and said calmly, "Duan Yu, I've finished my business in Dali and I'm leaving today."

Duan Yu was stunned for a moment, his smile froze, and then a look of reluctance appeared on his face: "My benefactor, are you leaving so soon? Won't you stay a few more days?"

Wu Feng shook his head: "I still have things to do, I can't stay any longer."

Duan Yu opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he only nodded, his tone dejected: "Then... take care, benefactor."

Wu Feng looked at him and said, "Please give my regards to Prince Duan. Tell him that Wu Changfeng thanks him for his hospitality these past few days."

Duan Yu nodded quickly: "Don't worry, my benefactor, I will definitely pass on the message."

Wu Feng nodded and turned to walk towards the entrance of the martial arts arena. He had only taken a few steps when a system notification sounded in his ear—

[Mission Complete: Teach Duan Yu martial arts. Reward: Duan Zhengchun's favorability +100, Duan Yu's favorability +100.]

Wu Feng paused for a moment, then continued walking. Duan Yu followed behind, escorting him all the way to the entrance of the Prince's residence.

At the entrance, Duan Yu clasped his hands deeply in a fist and palm salute to Wu Feng, speaking respectfully, "My benefactor, take care on your journey! If you have the opportunity to visit Dali again in the future, you must come and visit my residence!"

Wu Feng turned to look at him and nodded: "Go back and practice your skills properly, don't slack off."

"Yes, benefactor!" Duan Yu nodded vigorously.

Wu Feng said no more, turned around and left, walking back along the street.

Duan Yu stood at the door, watching his figure disappear around the street corner before turning around and walking back into the mansion.

Back at the inn, Wu Feng walked to the counter.

The shopkeeper was working on his abacus when he saw him approaching. He quickly looked up, a smile plastered on his face: "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Wu Feng said, "Prepare six bowls of wontons, a pound of braised beef, and two side dishes, and send them upstairs to the room."

"Alright! Arrange it right away!" the shopkeeper replied, turning around and shouting towards the kitchen.

Wu Feng turned and went upstairs, first knocking on Mu Wanqing's door.

A moment later, the door opened, and Mu Wanqing stood behind it, still wearing a veil.

"Young master?" she asked softly.

"Pack up, we'll have breakfast and check out soon, then we're ready to leave," Wu Feng said.

Mu Wanqing nodded: "Understood, young master."

When Wu Feng returned to his room, A Zi had already finished her practice and was sitting on the edge of the bed combing her hair.

Seeing him enter, she quickly stood up, a gentle smile on her face: "Young master, you're back."

Wu Feng nodded and walked to the table to sit down.

Before long, the waiter came up with a tray and placed the breakfast on the table.

Six bowls of wontons, a plate of sliced ​​braised beef, and two side dishes were arranged before the order was placed and the person left.

Azi went next door and called Mu Wanqing over. The three of them sat around the table.

Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks: "Eat."

The three of them ate breakfast quietly. The wonton wrappers were thin, the fillings were generous, and the soup was fresh and delicious.

The braised beef is sliced ​​thinly and has a satisfying chewiness. The side dishes are refreshing and help to cut through the richness.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Wu Feng put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a cloth. The other two also put down their chopsticks one after another.

Wu Feng got up, pushed open the door, and called downstairs, "Waiter, checkout, please."

The waiter hurried over, settled the bill, and said with a smile, "Take care, sir! Welcome back again!"

The three left the inn and went to the backyard.

Mu Wanqing went to the stable and led away the black horse. The horse had already been fed its fill of hay and was full of energy.

We walked out of the city gate and came to the outside of the city.

Wu Feng stopped and turned to look at the two of them.

"Wanqing rides a horse, Azi, you go with Wanqing," he said.

Ah Zi paused for a moment, then whispered, "Young master, I can't ride a horse..."

Wu Feng looked at Mu Wanqing. Mu Wanqing nodded, mounted her horse, and then reached out to pull Azi up, letting her sit behind her.

Azi quickly hugged Mu Wanqing's waist, somewhat nervous.

Wu Feng raised his hand to press down the brim of his hat, then exerted force with his feet, unleashing the Lingbo Weibu technique, and his figure lightly swept forward.

"Let's go," he said.

Mu Wanqing gently spurred the horse's flanks, and the black horse began to trot along to catch up.

The horses' hooves clattered on the official road.

The morning light shone on me, warm and comforting.

The three of them headed north, towards Kaifeng Prefecture.