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Before anyone else got up, Wu Feng walked through the short corridor to the kitchen.

He knocked on the wooden door of the kitchen, and an old cook peeked out. Seeing him, the cook quickly bowed and said, "Master, so early?"

"Prepare breakfast and deliver it to the assembly hall. Enough for six people."

"Okay, okay!" The old cook nodded quickly and turned back to get to work.

Wu Feng turned around and walked back, knocking on the doors of several rooms as he passed by.

"Get up and go to the Hall of Gathering Righteousness for breakfast. There are some things to arrange."

There was a rustling sound coming from inside, and someone answered.

He walked to the edge of the training field, where Mu Lingyun was already standing, leading a group of young men in practicing horse stance.

Seeing him approach, Mu Lingyun clasped his hands in greeting: "Chief Boss."

"Let's go to the Gathering Hall for a meal. We have something to discuss afterward."

"Yes."

The two walked towards the Hall of Gathering Righteousness, one after the other.

When they arrived at the door, Li Qinglu, Mu Wanqing, and Azi were already there, with Wu Xingyun arriving last.

Six people sat down around the long table.

The old cook came in with two helpers carrying trays, which were laden with millet porridge, steamed buns, mantou, several side dishes, and boiled eggs.

Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks: "Eat."

Several people started eating.

Li Qinglu picked up a steamed bun.

Azi took a sip of porridge and hissed as it was scalded.

Mu Wanqing ate very slowly, lifting a corner of her veil.

Wu Xingyun slowly drank his porridge from his bowl, his expression serene.

Mu Lingyun ate quickly, finishing a steamed bun in a few bites and emptying a bowl of porridge in just a few mouthfuls.

When he had almost finished eating, Wu Feng put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a cloth.

The group put down their chopsticks and looked at him.

"I have a few things to say," Wu Feng began, his gaze sweeping over the group. "Mu Lingyun, you continue to guard the mountain stronghold. Training the troops must not stop. For those five hundred-odd men, first lay a solid foundation; don't rush to teach them anything advanced."

Mu Lingyun clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Yes, Chief."

Wu Feng looked at Wu Xingyun: "The rest of you stay in the stronghold. Wu Xingyun is in charge of the stronghold's security. If anyone attacks, you'll keep watch."

Wu Xingyun nodded.

Wu Feng then looked at Mu Wanqing and Li Qinglu: "You two will join the stronghold starting today. For the time being, you will be in charge of internal affairs—managing accounts, supplies, and personnel will all be your responsibility."

Mu Wanqing paused for a moment, then nodded and replied softly, "Yes, young master."

Li Qinglu readily agreed, nodding and saying, "Okay, I'll give it a try."

Wu Feng finally looked at A Zi: "You're quite clever, so I won't bring you into the stronghold. Keeping you as a free person will make it easier for you to buy things later. Otherwise, if you all become bandits, it will be difficult for you to go into the city to buy anything."

Ah Zi blinked and nodded quickly, "Understood, young master. I will definitely do my best!"

After Wu Feng finished speaking, he glanced at the group of people, and seeing that there were no problems, he stood up and said, "Alright, now that you've eaten, go about your business."

Mu Lingyun was the first to stand up, clasped his hands in a salute, turned around and left the Hall of Gathering Righteousness, heading towards the training ground.

Wu Xingyun stood up, glanced at Wu Feng, and then turned and left.

Mu Wanqing and Li Qinglu exchanged a glance, and Li Qinglu spoke first: "Wanqing, shall we go to the warehouse first and take a look? Let's check how much stuff we have."

Mu Wanqing nodded, and the two walked out together.

Azi was still sitting in the chair, chewing on half a bun, and asked indistinctly, "Young master, what should I do?"

"You can rest for now, there's no rush to make the purchases," Wu Feng said, turning and walking out of the Gathering Hall.

Azi quickly stuffed the bun into her mouth, clapped her hands, and followed him out.

Wu Feng stood on the steps at the entrance of the Hall of Gathering Righteousness and glanced at the sky.

The sun had already risen, and in the distance, on the training field, Mu Lingyun was leading his men in practicing horse stance, his shouts faintly drifting over.

With Wu Xingyun in charge, he felt much more at ease.

With top-tier martial artists in charge, even if players come to attack, they won't be able to cause any trouble.

With a light step, he rose into the air, landing gracefully on the village wall, then swept away and disappeared into the morning light.

After leaving the mountain stronghold, he determined the direction and headed towards the nearest medium-sized stronghold.

There is a Black Tiger Stronghold ten miles to the east, an Eagle Beak Stronghold fifteen miles to the west, and a Yellow Wind Ridge seven or eight miles to the south; all of these are medium-sized strongholds.

According to the map Professor Zhang gave me, the leaders of these mountain strongholds were all second-rate martial artists, with about a hundred men under their command.

The first target was Black Tiger Stronghold.

He walked briskly along the mountain path and arrived in less than fifteen minutes.

From afar, the gate of the mountain stronghold came into view—a wooden structure, about two zhang high, with a tattered door panel. Two henchmen stood on the watchtower, dozing against the railing.

No other players were found nearby.

Wu Feng stood in front of the gate of Black Tiger Stronghold and glanced up.

Two henchmen on the watchtower were dozing off against the railing, their spears resting askew on the railing, their heads bobbing up and down, drool dripping from their mouths.

He lightly lifted himself up and landed gracefully on the watchtower.

Hearing the commotion, the two henchmen groggily opened their eyes. Before they could even see who it was, they were slapped one by one, turning into white light.

He jumped down from the watchtower and landed inside the village gate.

Ahead lay a dirt road, flanked by crooked wooden houses. Several members of the Black Tiger Stronghold were squatting in an open space eating breakfast. Hearing the noise, they looked up, saw him, and paused in surprise.

Without wasting words, Wu Feng unleashed his Iron Sand Palm technique.

He slapped the nearest gang member in the chest, sending the man and his bowl flying backward. The man crashed into the wooden wall behind him and vanished in a flash of white light.

The remaining few reacted, dropped their bowls, grabbed the knives and guns beside them, and charged forward yelling.

Wu Feng didn't move his feet, but his hands flew, one palm after another.

These ordinary gang members, who were only around level 30, were no different from paper in his hands; they would fly away if they were near him, and die if they were touched.

One flash of white light after another, and the screams were gone before they could even finish.

The open space fell silent, with several orbs of light scattered on the ground, along with broken bowls and chopsticks.

Wu Feng didn't pick up those things and continued walking inside.

The further you go in, the more helpers you encounter.

Some rushed out of the wooden house, others emerged from around the corner, surging upwards in a chaotic frenzy.

He pushed his way through without stopping.

After crossing the open space and turning past a row of wooden houses, there was an even larger open space ahead, where twenty or thirty people were standing.

Standing at the front was a burly man, carrying a ghost-head knife, with the words "Black Tiger Stronghold Chief Zhao Heihu" floating above his head, his name in purple.

A skinny man stood beside him, holding a long sword; he was the second-in-command.

Next to him was a short, stout middle-aged man wearing a long robe, holding no weapon, with the words "Qian Wencai, Third Leader of Black Tiger Stronghold" floating above his head.

Wu Feng glanced at the name of the third leader and his lips twitched slightly.

The man dressed like a scholar is probably in charge of internal affairs.

When the bandit leader, Zhao Heihu, saw him, he raised his ghost-head saber and roared, "Where did this bastard come from, daring to trespass on your grandfather's mountain stronghold!"

Wu Feng didn't bother to reply, and with a leap, he charged forward.

Zhao Heihu raised his knife and slashed down, the ghost-headed blade whistling through the air.

Wu Feng dodged to the side and slapped him in the chest.

Zhao Heihu grunted and took five or six steps back, his health bar dropping by half, a look of horror on his face.

Before he could even regain his footing, Wu Feng had already caught up, and his second palm strike was upon him.

The palm struck his shoulder, sending Zhao Heihu flying to the side, knocking over two gang members before crashing to the ground. His health bar was almost depleted, leaving him with only a sliver of health.

He lay on the ground, spitting blood, trying to get up, but his limbs were too weak and he couldn't get up even after two attempts.

When the second-in-command saw the first-in-command fall, his expression changed, and he charged forward with his sword.

The longsword pierced Wu Feng's face, swift and ruthless.

Wu Feng raised his hand and pinched the tip of the sword between two fingers.