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The night grew deeper.

Wu Feng glanced at Mu Wanqing beside him. She was already asleep, her breathing steady.

Her face was still flushed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned; she was probably having a sweet dream.

He got up quietly, moving very gently, so as not to wake her.

The blanket was pulled up to cover her chin and her exposed shoulders as well.

Wu Feng stood by the bed and watched her for a while before turning and leaving the room.

I went back to my room.

He walked to the table, and with a slight thought, the game interface unfolded before his eyes.

Log out with a tap of your fingertip.

A flash of white light, and the hatch slowly slid open.

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

My joints cracked twice when my feet landed, and the stiffness from lying down all day slowly dissipated.

He stretched his shoulders and walked to the table.

Pick up your phone and turn on the screen.

23: 58.

He glanced at the time and shook his head.

It's almost midnight, that's really late.

He put the key in his pocket, pushed open the door, and went out.

I hopped on my electric scooter and slowly rode out of the yard.

A cool evening breeze blew by.

There were few people on the street, and the streetlights cast dim yellow light, casting patches of light and shadow on the ground.

After riding for about ten minutes, I turned into a small alley.

Arriving at a barbecue restaurant, the owner, wearing an apron, was flipping skewers, smoke rising upwards, mingling with the aroma of meat and cumin.

Two or three tables of guests sat under the awning, talking softly, with occasional bursts of laughter.

Wu Feng parked his car and walked to the stall. He picked up a plastic basket and began selecting ingredients.

Take ten skewers of beef tallow, ten skewers of lamb, three skewers of snails, two skewers of chicken wings, three skewers of white bread, two skewers of dried tofu, one grilled eggplant, a handful of enoki mushrooms, two skewers of sweet potato slices, and two skewers of taro strips.

After picking them out, I handed the basket to the shopkeeper and said, "Sweet potato chips and salted taro."

The boss took it, glanced at it, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, just a moment, it'll be ready soon."

Wu Feng turned around and sat down at an empty table to the side.

As soon as I sat down, a waitress came over and placed two bottles of beer on the table: "Handsome, two bottles, please?"

He nodded. The young woman opened the bottle cap, turned around, and left.

Wu Feng 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 their gear, while others are complaining about how difficult the missions are.

Some people are still debating which sect is stronger.

I flipped through a few pages, but there wasn't anything of value.

He exited the homepage and typed a few words into the search bar: "Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun".

The search results showed only a few posts, scattered across a few pages.

He clicked on one, the title of which read "Distribution of Power in the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun".

The poster said he was a merchant player who frequently operated in that area and had compiled a list of the factions he had encountered.

The content was quite long and included several screenshots. Wu Feng scrolled down.

The post stated that the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun were now the territory of the Liao Dynasty, and the Khitans were in charge.

There were several major powers: the Liao Dynasty court, and Empress Xiao's faction;

The Southern King is in charge of the military and political affairs in the south;

There are also several tribes, each occupying their own territory.

There were many smaller factions. Mountain bandits, horse bandits, and roving marauders were everywhere.

Some of these mountain strongholds were quite large, with several hundred people, including leaders and henchmen, and they specialized in robbing passing caravans.

Someone in the comments asked if these knock-offs could be taken down. The original poster replied that they could, but it wouldn't make a difference, as they would reappear after a while.

Wu Feng stared at that reply for a few seconds.

These knock-off bosses respawn, unlike the story characters, which are gone once you kill them.

He continued scrolling down.

Another post, titled "Geography and Cities of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun," included a screenshot of a map showing the locations of various cities.

Youzhou, Yunzhou, Shuozhou, Yingzhou... place names are marked on the map, densely packed together.

The post is quite detailed, clearly stating the number of troops stationed in each city, who the garrison commander is, and the city's defenses.

Someone asked the poster how they knew so much, and the poster replied that they were a Liao Dynasty player who had been playing there for a few months.

Wu Feng went through all the information.

The Liao Dynasty is indeed strong now.

They have a strong army and many experts, including Empress Xiao and the Southern King, who are top figures.

The Song Dynasty has not dared to easily launch military campaigns in recent years because it has been unable to overcome this challenge.

He pursed his lips and continued flipping through the pages.

After flipping through a few pages, I came across a post with a very direct title: "Guide to Conquering the Mountain Strongholds of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun".

Clicking in, I found the content to be quite comprehensive. The poster listed all the strongholds they had explored, including their locations, levels, boss strength, and loot drops—all in great detail.

One reply asked: Can I claim these knock-off sites? Can I build my own?

The original poster replied: Yes, but you need a special item called a "bandit camp construction token." This thing only drops from bandit camp bosses, and the drop rate is incredibly low. He'd been farming for half a month and hadn't seen a single one.

Wu Feng narrowed his eyes.

Counterfeit token construction.

He continued scrolling down and saw another post titled "Detailed Explanation of Counterfeit Token Construction".

The poster said they were lucky to get a token and wrote down the construction process.

The content was quite long, so he read it slowly.

After using the token, a selection screen will be triggered, asking whether you want to become an outlaw.

Once you select "OK," you can build a mountain stronghold on an empty plot of land.

After completion, the player's identity will change to the leader of a certain mountain stronghold, and the name above their head will turn red, indicating that they belong to a bandit unit.

Once you turn red, other players will not gain infamy from killing you.

But you can't enter the city anymore; the guards at the city gate will kill you on sight.

Trading is also troublesome; it can only be done on the black market or by finding special merchants, and the prices are several times higher than normal.

You can recruit NPCs as subordinates; the higher the level of your stronghold, the more people you can recruit.

However, there are risks involved in forming a bandit group. Once the number of members reaches a certain scale, it will trigger a crackdown by the imperial court.

The attacks came wave after wave, each stronger than the last. If they couldn't hold out, the stronghold would be gone.

The poster concluded: This thing is a complete trap, and has nothing to do with guilds.

Those who want to experience being an outlaw can give it a try, but those who want to develop a proper career should just give up and go to sleep.

The post received hundreds of replies, most of which were complaints.

Some people said they built a mountain stronghold, but it was wiped out by government troops within a few days.

Some people say they are still enduring it, but it's very painful, and they are on tenterhooks every day.

After reading it, Wu Feng put his phone on the table.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the light bulbs on the ceiling, his mind racing.

The path of imitation is feasible, but troublesome.

Their identity was changed to red, they were attacked when entering the city, their transactions were restricted, and they had to withstand a siege.

Rich players probably wouldn't be interested in this, but those who like to play the villain might give it a try.

Seeing this made him less inclined to become a bandit; it seemed too troublesome.

Ding Chunqiu is dead, but the Xingxiu Sect still exists.

The Xingxiu Sect is an evil sect, and killing NPCs within it will not increase your infamy.

If we destroy the Xingxiu Sect, will we find any good items?

I wonder if they'll reveal the sect's construction token?

If this thing really exists, then we'll be making a fortune.

Establishing a sect and recruiting members in a legitimate way is a hundred times better than being a bandit.

He squinted and thought for a while.

Even if you don't get them, it doesn't matter. You can still get equipment and skill books by killing those NPCs from the Starry Sky Sect, so it's not a bad deal.

Just then, the waitress came over with a tray and placed the grilled skewers on the table.

"Handsome, the beef brisket, lamb skewers, and snails are all ready. The rest are still grilling, they'll be here soon."

Wu Feng nodded and picked up a string of butter fritters.

Roasted to a crispy golden brown, one bite releases a burst of oil in your mouth, mingled with the aroma of cumin.

He picked up a lamb skewer; it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with juicy meat.

I was thinking as I ate.

Go check out the Xingxiu Sect first. Destroy the Xingxiu Sect, and if they drop a sect construction token, then directly establish your own sect.

If you don't get a token, go to the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun. There are many mountain strongholds there; keep farming, and you'll eventually get the token.

As for the imperial court's encirclement and suppression, we'll deal with that later. If we can't hold out, we'll run; it's not like we have to fight to the death.

He picked up the beer and took a sip; the icy coldness washed away the greasiness in his mouth.

The second batch of skewers arrived and were placed on the table one by one.

He continued eating until he was full.

We finished all the skewers on the table and drank both bottles of beer.