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Wu Feng greeted the others and then turned and walked out of the conference hall.

The corridor was quiet, with only the sound of his own footsteps.

Stepping out of the building, the night breeze was a bit cooler than when I arrived, and it felt quite comfortable on my face.

He walked back along the main road to the villa, went up to the second floor, and pushed open the bedroom door.

I walked up to the game pod, opened the hatch, and lay down inside.

The hatch slowly closed, and a faint blue light seeped out from the edges.

A feeling of weightlessness came over me, and everything went black.

A flash of white light.

Wu Feng opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

There were no lights on inside, but moonlight shone through the window, casting several silvery-white shadows on the floor.

The courtyard was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects.

He stretched his wrists, sat cross-legged on the bed, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

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

The warm energy flowed like a golden stream through my limbs and bones, washing away fatigue with each passing part of my body.

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

[Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +306]

One week, two weeks, three weeks.

The true energy washed over the meridians again and again, becoming increasingly solid.

The moonlight outside the window moved slowly, and the chirping of insects gradually subsided.

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

When the time for cultivation reached Chen Shi (7-9 AM), Wu Feng slowly finished his practice and let out a long breath.

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

I moved my wrist around, and the joints made a series of soft cracking sounds, which were particularly clear in the quiet room.

The sky outside the window was already bright, and sunlight streamed in through the windowpanes, casting beams of light on the ground.

Wu Feng stood up, pushed open the door, and went out.

The courtyard was quiet, and the doors to the other rooms were all closed.

He walked through the short corridor to the front hall.

The shopkeeper was calculating accounts behind the counter, using an abacus.

Seeing him approach, she quickly looked up, a smile plastered on her face: "Sir, so early? What can I do for you?"

"Prepare breakfast and bring it to the backyard," Wu Feng said. "Make it a hearty meal for five people."

"Alright!" the innkeeper replied, turned and called out to the kitchen, then turned back and said with a smile, "Please wait a moment, sir, it will be ready soon."

Wu Feng nodded and turned to walk back.

Back in the backyard, he stood in the center and glanced at the rooms.

The door to the main room on the left opened first, and Li Qinglu came out, smiling as she saw him.

"Good morning, Wu Lang."

Wu Feng nodded: "Good morning. Go wake them up, breakfast will be here soon."

Li Qinglu responded and turned to knock on the door next to her.

Mu Wanqing opened the door first. She was also wearing a veil, only revealing her eyes. When she saw Wu Feng, she said softly, "Good morning, young master," and then walked over to the table and sat down.

Azi ran out of the side room, her hair still a little messy. She ran while tucking it in with her hands, muttering "Coming, coming," and sat down at the table.

Wu Xingyun, who was last to emerge, pushed open the door and walked out. His expression was calm. He glanced around the courtyard and sat down at the stone table.

The group sat down around the stone table.

Not long after, the waiter came in carrying a tray, followed by two other waiters, each carrying something.

Millet porridge, steamed buns, mantou, several side dishes, boiled eggs, and a plate of sliced ​​braised meat filled the table.

The waiter set out the bowls and chopsticks, bowed slightly, and said, "Please enjoy your meal, sir. Please let me know if you need anything." With that, he and his staff left.

Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks: "Eat."

The group started eating. Li Qinglu picked up a steamed bun and put it in Wu Feng's bowl before picking up her own chopsticks.

Azi took a sip of porridge, hissed from the heat, and quickly blew on it.

Mu Wanqing ate slowly, lifting a corner of her veil to reveal half her face. Wu Xingyun picked up a side dish with his chopsticks and slowly drank it with his porridge.

Halfway through the meal, Li Qinglu looked up at Wu Feng and asked, "Wu Lang, which mountain stronghold are we going to today?"

"Hmm." Wu Feng nodded, picked up a piece of braised meat and stuffed it into his mouth. "Today, Wohu Mountain isn't too far from here. I'll go and see if it's suitable for building a stronghold."

Mu Wanqing put down her chopsticks and looked at him: "Young Master, I'll go with you."

Wu Feng shook his head: "No need. You all stay here and rest."

Mu Wanqing opened her mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Ah Zi also raised her head and whispered, "Young master, I can help too..."

Wu Feng glanced at her and said in a flat tone, "What help am I supposed to give? If you go, I'll have to take care of you."

Azi blushed, lowered her head, and remained silent.

Li Qinglu put down her chopsticks and looked at him: "Shall we wait for you here?"

"Hmm." Wu Feng finished the last mouthful of porridge in his bowl, wiped his mouth with a cloth, and said, "It would be too much trouble for me to ride a horse there, and I would have to take care of the horse. It's better to walk. You guys stay here, practice your skills, and wait for me to come back."

The group exchanged glances. Li Qinglu nodded: "Alright, then we'll wait for you at the inn."

Mu Wanqing nodded and didn't say anything more.

Azi lowered her head, poking at the buns in her bowl with her chopsticks, and muttered, "Then we really can't help."

Wu Xingyun put down his bowl, glanced at Wu Feng, and said calmly, "You go ahead. We'll practice here."

Wu Feng nodded. He stood up, glanced at the group, and said, "Alright, you guys take your time eating. I'm leaving."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the courtyard.

After leaving the inn, we walked through the main street of the town and exited from the other end of the town.

In the distance are rolling mountains, the morning mist not yet completely dissipated, and a thin layer of white vapor floats on the mountainside.

Wu Feng stopped, took out a map from his pocket, unfolded it, and glanced at it.

Wohu Mountain is located in the northeast direction, about 60 or 70 li away from Liuhe Town.

After confirming the direction, I put the map away and took a deep breath.

The Nine Yang True Qi in his dantian surged, and the warm air flowed down his meridians to the soles of his feet.

With a burst of speed from his feet, he unleashed the Lingbo Weibu technique, his figure transforming into a pale blue streak as he sped off towards the northeast.

The wind whistled past my ears.

The trees on both sides rushed past, the farmland was quickly left behind, the terrain began to undulate, the flat land turned into hills, and the hills slowly turned into mountains.

He walked swiftly and lightly, leaping over ravines and skimming over bushes with a light touch of his toes.

The vital energy circulates within the body, showing no signs of fatigue.

About an hour later, the mountain ahead became steeper and the trees became denser.

He slowed his pace and glanced around.

According to the location marked on the map, Wohu Mountain should be just ahead.

He slowed his pace and continued forward, using the trees for cover.

After walking for a while, the woods ahead suddenly thinned out, and the terrain opened up.

He stopped and stood behind a large tree, looking ahead.

In the distance is a large mountain with a unique shape, resembling a reclining tiger with its head facing east and its tail facing west.

The area above the mountainside is covered with lush trees, while at the foot of the mountain is a gravelly area, beyond which lies a sparse forest.

Just as he was about to continue walking forward, his ear suddenly twitched.

A sound came from afar—the clatter of table tennis balls, the sound of weapons clashing, mixed with shouts.

Wu Feng frowned slightly and stopped in his tracks.

He listened for a few seconds and confirmed that the sound was coming from the direction of the foot of Wohu Mountain.

There's a fight going on.

Wu Feng thought for a moment, then lightly leaped into the air and landed on a branch of a large tree.

The branch swayed, and he steadied himself, raising his hand to brush aside the leaves in front of him and looking into the distance.