Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

The discussion below went further and further off track, from the siege to the strength of different sects, then from the strength of different sects to equipment attributes, and finally it turned into a bunch of people arguing with each other, having nothing to do with Yingzhou City at all.

He closed the forum, leaned back on the sofa, and waited with his eyes closed.

Before long, the sound of a car engine came from outside, growing louder as it approached, and finally stopped in front of the villa.

Immediately afterwards, someone shouted, "Wu Feng!"

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

A black SUV was parked in front of the villa, its headlights still on and the engine still running.

A young soldier in military uniform got out of the driver's seat, holding car keys and an ID, and walked towards him.

"Comrade Wu Feng, Captain Li asked me to bring the car over." The soldier handed over the keys and identification, and saluted.

Wu Feng took it and glanced at it—it was a work ID with a photo on it, a red stamp, and the name of a certain department written on it.

He put his ID in his pocket and nodded: "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Captain Li said you can use the car as you like, it's full of gas." After the soldier finished speaking, he turned around, walked to the side of the road, flagged down a military vehicle waiting nearby, opened the door, got in, and the car drove away.

Wu Feng took the car keys, opened the car door, and got into the driver's seat.

I adjusted the seat, fastened my seatbelt, started the car, shifted gears, and stepped on the gas.

The car drove out of the base gate, onto the main road, and headed towards the county town.

There were few cars on the road in the middle of the night, and the streetlights receded one after another, while the lights of the distant county town shone brightly in the night.

Wu Feng stepped on the gas, and the car sped up. The engine sound was quite clear on the empty road.

After driving for nearly an hour, the buildings of the county town came into view.

High-rise buildings, shopping malls, and residential areas are layered upon each other, all brightly lit.

He slowed down, drove around the city twice, and parked his car in an underground parking lot.

After leaving the parking lot, I stood on the street and looked around.

He had been to this street before; it was quite lively during the day, with various shops lined up one after another.

It's past 1 a.m. now, and most shops are closed, with their shutters pulled tight. Only a few barbecue stalls still have their lights on, with a few customers sitting around.

Wu Feng walked along the street for a while, turned at an intersection, and saw that the sign of a hot pot restaurant was still lit up.

He pushed open the door and went inside.

The restaurant wasn't crowded; a few tables were sparsely populated with customers, some playing drinking games, others eating with their heads down, while waiters moved between the tables carrying trays.

A little girl in an apron approached, holding an order book: "How many are in your party, sir?"

"One."

"This way, please." The young girl led him to an empty table by the window, poured him a glass of water, and handed him a menu.

Wu Feng took the menu, flipped through a few pages without looking at it closely, and ordered directly: two plates of beef, two plates of lamb, one plate of tripe, one serving of shrimp paste, one serving of luncheon meat, one serving of enoki mushrooms, one serving of baby bok choy, one serving of frozen tofu, one serving of wide rice noodles, and two bowls of rice.

After the little girl finished writing it down, she asked again, "What kind of broth do you want?"

"A hot pot with two broths, one for tomatoes and one for mushrooms."

"Okay, just a moment."

The little girl took the menu and left.

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair, picked up his water glass, took a sip, and glanced out the window.

The streets were deserted, with only the occasional car driving by, its taillights casting a red shadow in the night.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the broth was served first. It was a divided pot, and with the induction cooker on high heat, the broth quickly boiled.

Then, dish after dish was brought out and filled the entire table.

Wu Feng poured a plate of beef and a plate of mutton into the tomato soup, stirred them with chopsticks, and took them out when the meat slices changed color.

Dipped it in the homemade sauce, then put it in my mouth.

The meat was tender and spicy, and the dipping sauce, a mixture of sesame paste, minced garlic, and chili, tasted quite good.

He ate quickly, finishing a plate of fatty beef in just a few minutes, and then put a second plate into the pot.

The tripe was cooked in the spicy broth for about ten seconds, then taken out and chewed, it was crisp and crunchy.

The shrimp paste has a bouncy texture, and the luncheon meat is soaked in the broth, bursting with juice when you bite into it.

He ate while looking out the window.

The hot pot restaurant was packed with customers, one table after another, all of them staying up late. Some were flushed from drinking, while others were dozing off on the table.

After eating for more than half an hour, the dishes on the table were all gone, and the two bowls of rice were finished.

Wu Feng put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a tissue, picked up his water glass, and drank the last drop of water.

He called out, "Check, please!" and the young girl ran over with the bill: "Sir, it's three hundred and twenty-eight in total."

Wu Feng took out his phone, scanned the QR code to pay, stood up, and left the hot pot restaurant.

A cool night breeze blew by, dissipating much of the heat from my body.

He walked back along the street, found the underground parking lot, went down the stairs, walked to his parking space, opened the car door, and got in.

I started the car, put it in gear, drove out of the parking lot, onto the main road, and headed towards the base.

There were a few more cars on the way back than on the way there, but there was no traffic jam.

Wu Feng wasn't driving fast. He rolled down the window a crack, and the wind blew in, carrying the damp scent of the night.

It was past 3 a.m. when we got back to the base.

He parked the car in front of the villa, turned off the engine, took out the key, and got out of the car.

He stretched, his joints cracking a few times, and pushed open the villa door to go inside.

I went up to the second floor, entered the bedroom, took off my coat and threw it on the chair, walked to the game pod, opened the lid and lay down inside.

The hatch slowly closed, and a faint blue light seeped out from the edges. A feeling of weightlessness washed over me, and everything went black.

A flash of white light.

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

The room was dimly lit, with the window half-open, and the morning breeze blowing in from outside, carrying the scent of plants and trees from the yard.

He flexed his wrists, sat cross-legged, and took a deep breath.

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

The warm internal energy flowed like golden streams through my limbs and bones, gradually washing away the fatigue from a sleepless night.

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

[Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +336]

One week, two weeks, three weeks.

His inner energy surged through his meridians, becoming increasingly solid. As he cultivated, a thought flickered in his mind, and he opened his skill menu, his gaze landing on the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

【Nine Yang Divine Skill (Perfect 1524800/2400000)】

One million five hundred thousand, still short by more than eight hundred thousand.

He stared at the line of numbers for a few seconds, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

With over 800,000 proficiency points, at the current pace of 336 per session, it would take more than 2,000 cycles of practice.

However, having practiced the Nine Yang Divine Skill from the very beginning until now, he has become accustomed to this rhythm, and his internal energy circulation is faster than before.

The prospect of achieving perfection did indeed fill him with anticipation.

Based on the progression from beginner to intermediate levels, and from perfection to great perfection, one's comprehension could potentially increase by another hundred points, and proficiency reduction could increase by another ten percent or even twenty percent.

At that time, you will be able to practice other martial arts faster and comprehend new things more easily.

Wu Feng pulled himself out of his thoughts, closed his eyes, and continued to circulate his inner energy.

The sky outside the window changed from gray to bright white, and the morning light shone through the window, casting streaks of light and shadow on the ground.