Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

He tapped the screen twice and sent the two names to Professor Zhang, adding, "Just these two. Zhou Wenyuan, Chen Shou."

My phone vibrated again just minutes after I sent the message.

Professor Zhang replied with two addresses: Zhou Wenyuan had a book stall on East Street in Yingzhou City.

Chen Shou lived in Chenjia Village, five miles south of Liuhe Town.

Wu Feng glanced at it, replied "Received", threw his phone on the bed, walked to the game pod, lifted the lid, and lay down inside.

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

A feeling of weightlessness came over me, everything went black, and then a white light flashed.

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

There were no lights on inside, and it was pitch black outside the window. Only the moonlight shone through the cracks in the window, casting several silvery shadows on the ground.

He glanced at the system time—it was past 9:45 PM.

Just right.

He stood up, pushed open the door, and went out.

The courtyard was quiet, and the moonlight shone on the blue brick ground, giving it a cold, white glow.

A few intermittent chirps of insects occasionally drifted from afar.

After passing through the short corridor and the open space, we arrived at the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

A few oil lamps were lit in the main hall, their dim yellow light leaking out from the cracks in the door.

Wu Feng pushed open the door and went in. Mu Lingyun was sitting next to the long table, with the roster spread out in front of him and writing something with a pen in his hand.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw Wu Feng. He quickly stood up, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Chief."

Wu Feng waved his hand, sat down at the long table, and glanced at him: "How's the mountain stronghold doing while I was away? Has anyone come to attack?"

Mu Lingyun shook his head, his tone calm: "No. It's very quiet around here. My men checked the walls and watchtowers, and they didn't find any outsiders."

Wu Feng nodded.

Wohu Mountain is a remote place with few villages around. The player came here once during the day but was driven away and will not be coming back for a while.

"Arrange for people to take turns standing guard, to prevent anyone from sneaking up on us."

"Yes," Mu Lingyun replied. "I will make the arrangements immediately. Shifts will be changed every two hours, and someone will be on guard at all times."

Wu Feng glanced at him; this man was indeed reliable in his work.

"I'm going out for a bit. You keep an eye on things in the village."

Mu Lingyun clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Don't worry, Chief."

Wu Feng stood up and walked out of the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

The night breeze carried the unique scent of grass and trees from the mountains and forests.

With a light tap of his foot, he unleashed his Cloud Ladder technique, rising from the ground and landing lightly on the village wall.

Looking back, Mu Lingyun had already come out of the Gathering Hall and was standing in the open space, gathering people, pointing in the direction of the watchtower and the gate, and saying something.

Wu Feng withdrew his gaze, leaped off the stockade wall, and disappeared into the night.

With all his might, he activated the Lingbo Weibu technique, the wind whistling in his ears.

The mountain path gleamed grayish-white in the moonlight, and the trees on both sides rushed past.

In less than half an hour, the lights of Liuhe Town came into view.

Instead of going through the main gate, he went around to the east side of the town, found a secluded spot, and climbed over the wall to get in.

The door to the backyard of the inn was ajar. He pushed it open and went inside. The courtyard was quiet.

The lights in several rooms were off, except for a lantern hanging under the eaves, swaying gently in the night breeze.

He walked to the door of the main room on the left and knocked twice.

The door opened quickly, and Li Qinglu stood behind it, her hair disheveled and her face still sleepy. Her eyes lit up when she saw him: "Wu Lang? So late—"

"Pack your things, let's leave now."

Li Qinglu didn't ask any more questions, nodded, and turned back to get her bag.

Wu Feng then knocked on a few more rooms until everyone had gathered.

"The stronghold is built." Wu Feng nodded to everyone. "Let's go."

The group went out from the backyard and then went to the inn's stable.

Several horses were tethered to wooden stakes, standing quietly.

He went over, untied the reins, and led the horse out.

Wu Feng said a few words to the others and then left the city first.

After the group led the horses outside and met up with Wu Feng, they...

Li Qinglu rode a white horse, Mu Wanqing rode a black horse, A Zi climbed onto her little yellow horse, and Wu Xingyun rode a chestnut horse.

Wu Feng mounted the last horse and headed towards Wohu Mountain.

Wu Feng rode ahead on horseback, looking to both sides as he went.

The official road was quiet; there were no pedestrians or lights.

The distant mountain shadows were dark and looming, like giant beasts lying on the ground.

After leading the group to Wohu Mountain, Wu Feng deliberately took a detour, walking around the steep slope on the south side of Wohu Mountain.

The moonlight shone on the gravel slope, which was bare and devoid of any human figures.

The woods fell silent.

Without any player attacks, Wu Feng spurred his horse's belly to increase its speed.

Several people followed behind, the sound of horses' hooves echoing through the night.

The path up the mountain was more difficult to walk than during the day; in places where the moonlight didn't reach, it was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

The horse was moving slowly, so Wu Feng simply got off and led it uphill, stumbling along the way.

Upon reaching the entrance to the stockade, the guard on the watchtower saw someone approaching and called out, "Who's there?"

"Me," Wu Feng replied.

The guards quickly came down from the watchtower and opened the gate of the village.

Several men led the horses inside.

Several fires were lit in the open space, their light casting a dim yellow glow over the entire mountain village.

Mu Lingyun was standing by the training field when he heard the commotion and came over. He saw Wu Feng, glanced at the people behind him, and quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands in a salute: "Chief."

Wu Feng waved his hand: "Go and rest. You don't need to keep an eye on things tonight."

"Yes," Mu Lingyun replied, then turned and left.

Wu Feng turned to the group and said, "Come with me."

He led them across the open space, past rows of wooden houses, to a small courtyard at the very back of the village.

This courtyard was automatically generated when the village was built. It has three main rooms, two side rooms, a stone table in the middle, and several clumps of bamboo planted against the wall.

"Li Qinglu lives in the main room on the left, Mu Wanqing lives on the right, and Azi lives in the wing room on the left," Wu Feng pointed to the rooms.

Li Qinglu nodded and walked to the left with her bundle.

Mu Wanqing glanced at him, said softly, "Young Master, please rest early," and turned to enter the main room on the right.

Azi ran into the left wing room, closed the door, and the light inside came on.

Wu Feng turned to look at Wu Xingyun.

She stood in the courtyard, the moonlight shining on her, her white dress edged with silver, her expression serene, revealing nothing of her thoughts.

"Wu Xingyun," Wu Feng said, "you will be the second-in-command of Qingfeng Village."

Wu Xingyun glanced at him, his gaze lingering on his face for a moment.

"Second-in-command?" she asked in a flat tone.

"That's right." Wu Feng nodded. "You don't need to worry about the daily affairs of the stronghold; Mu Lingyun will keep an eye on things."

But if an outsider calls, you're in charge of keeping things under control.

Wu Xingyun was silent for two seconds, then nodded: "Okay."

Wu Feng pointed to the detached wooden house next to the courtyard: "The second-in-command's residence is over there, you can stay there."

Wu Xingyun didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the wooden house.

I pushed open the door and went inside; the lights were on.

Wu Feng stood in the courtyard and looked around before turning around and going into his main room.

He closed the door and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Take a deep breath and close your eyes.

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

The warm, vital 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]

One week, two weeks, three weeks...

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

Time flies.

5:00 AM (卯时).

Wu Feng slowly finished his practice and opened his eyes.

A golden glint flashed in his eyes, and he let out a long breath, stood up, and moved his wrists, his knuckles making a series of fine cracking sounds.

As I pushed open the door, the sky was already beginning to lighten, and a thin layer of mist shrouded the courtyard.