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Li Qinglu recounted the events that occurred at the manor today, Mu Wanqing discussed the accounts, and Azi chimed in with a few words, but fell silent after being glared at by Li Qinglu.

After chatting for about an hour, Wu Feng stood up.

"You guys rest, I'm going to practice my skills first."

Li Qinglu nodded.

Wu Feng turned and walked out of the pavilion, across the courtyard, and back to his 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.

Martial arts and strength remain the central themes of this game world.

The combat power of powerful warriors in this world is too great.

If the Liao Kingdom has any high-level martial artists, he will still have to take action to deal with them.

The military doesn't have any top-tier martial artists yet; he's the one who's suppressing the high-end combat forces.

Therefore, I must work hard to improve my own abilities.

The internal energy circulated repeatedly, and the proficiency level gradually increased.

The night outside the window grew deeper, and the chirping of insects came intermittently from the grass.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting streaks of silvery light and shadow on the floor.

Wu Feng was immersed in cultivation, his breathing was long and steady, and a faint golden halo surrounded him.

One week, two weeks, three weeks.

[Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +336]

Time passed as they cultivated, the night deepened, the chirping of insects gradually subsided, and the crowing of roosters could be heard in the distance.

The next day at Chenshi (7-9 AM).

Wu Feng slowly finished his practice and opened his eyes.

A flash of golden light appeared in his eyes, then he let out a long breath.

With a slight thought, he opened the skill bar and his gaze fell on the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

【Nine Yang Divine Skill (Perfect 2012800/2400000)】

Two million and one thousand two thousand eight hundred.

There is still a shortfall of 387,200.

Wu Feng looked at the line of numbers and let out a long sigh of relief.

At the current pace, with 336 repetitions per session, you can improve significantly after a day of practice.

Soon the Nine Yang Divine Skill will reach its perfect state.

Then you can start practicing other martial arts.

In order to fight, one still needs to learn some wide-range area-of-effect martial arts.

Poisonous techniques like the Toad Technique are excellent for wide-range group attacks.

So I quickly leveled up the Nine Yang Divine Skill to the maximum level and then started practicing the Toad Skill.

He got up from the bed, moved his wrists, and his knuckles cracked a few times.

He pushed open the door and went outside.

As dawn broke through the courtyard, a thin layer of mist enveloped it.

The stone table and benches were covered in dew, and a few trees swayed their leaves gently in the morning breeze.

Li Qinglu and the others hadn't gotten up yet, and the doors were all closed.

Wu Feng walked through the short corridor to the kitchen door.

The old cook was busy inside when he saw him and quickly bowed: "Good morning, Your Excellency."

"Prepare breakfast, enough for five people, and deliver it to the gazebo in the backyard."

The old cook nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, don't worry, sir."

Wu Feng turned around and walked back.

When they returned to the courtyard, Li Qinglu had already come out of the house and was standing by the stone table talking to Mu Wanqing.

Ah Zi squatted in the corner, drawing something on the ground with a twig.

Wu Xingyun sat in the pavilion, leaning against a pillar with his eyes closed.

Wu Feng walked over and sat down on the stone bench.

Not long after, the old chef came in with two helpers carrying trays.

Millet porridge, steamed buns, mantou (steamed bread), steamed dumplings, several side dishes, and boiled eggs filled the table.

Several people sat around and finished eating breakfast.

Wu Feng put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a cloth, and stood up.

"I'll go check the front hall."

Li Qinglu nodded.

Wu Feng turned and walked out of the courtyard, through the short corridor, across the front yard, and into the front hall.

The front hall was empty; there was no one there.

He stood at the door and glanced around. Several servants were sweeping the courtyard. When they saw him, they quickly bowed.

No one came looking for him.

There's still no news from Li Hu.

Wu Feng glanced at it, shook his head, and turned to walk out of the front hall.

As I walked down the corridor, I encountered a servant carrying tea.

"Go tell the butler I'm going to the study. If anyone comes looking for me, bring them to the study."

The servant bowed immediately: "Yes, Your Excellency."

Wu Feng walked through the corridor and came to the study.

Pushing open the door, I found the interior somewhat dimly lit, with the window half-open.

He walked behind the desk, took a cushion from the cabinet next to him, and placed it on the ground.

Sit cross-legged and take a deep breath.

There's nothing urgent now; I need to intensify my training to improve my proficiency in the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Close your eyes and let your thoughts stir slightly.

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 +336]

One week, two weeks, three weeks.

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

The morning light slowly moved outside the window, shining obliquely in through the doorway and casting streaks of light and shadow on the ground.

Wu Feng was immersed in cultivation, his breathing long and steady.

The study was quiet, with only the subtle sensation of true qi circulating in the meridians.

Time passes little by little.

As Wu Feng was cultivating in the afternoon, he was sitting cross-legged on a futon in his study, circulating his Nine Yang True Qi, when hurried footsteps came from the corridor outside the door.

The footsteps stopped at the door, and then the steward's panting voice came from outside: "Your Excellency, Lord Li Hu and Registrar Zhang have arrived and are waiting in the front hall."

Wu Feng slowly finished his practice, opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

He stood up from the cushion, stretched his wrists, and pushed open the door to the study before going out.

Passing through the corridor and around the screen wall, the entrance to the front hall is wide open.

Li Hu and Zhang Heng were already standing in the front hall.

Li Hu was dressed in a gray outfit, his face showing some fatigue and dark circles under his eyes, but his back was still ramrod straight.

Zhang Heng stood beside him, holding several documents in his hands, bowing slightly.

Wu Feng walked in, sat down in the main seat, glanced at Li Hu's slightly tired appearance, and asked, "How did the siege go?"

Li Hu nodded, his tone crisp: "It went very smoothly."

He paused, walked to a chair next to him and sat down, and continued, "People from several counties have been brought back, and the counties have been destroyed. We've gained quite a lot."

After saying that, he took out several tokens from his pocket and placed them on the table.

The token was small, about the size of a palm, with black background and gold lettering, and it gleamed faintly in the light.

Wu Feng reached out and picked up a token—a small town construction token.

He picked up a few more pieces and looked at them; they were all the same thing.

This is good stuff.

With this token, the military can directly establish and operate a city, which can be considered as having a real foothold in the game.

Wu Feng placed the token back on the table, looked at Li Hu, and nodded: "Hmm, that's good. You can take your men to rest for a bit."

He did not mention the spoils of war.

He had no intention of asking for the things that Li Hu had acquired.

Anyway, we have enough resources for development now, and the military will use those resources in the future.

Li Hu leaned back in his chair, not standing up immediately. He glanced at Wu Feng, his tone becoming serious: "Okay. By the way, I have some bad news."

Wu Feng looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"The Liao army has already assembled and is rushing this way," Li Hu said, his voice not loud, but every word carried weight. "This time, the vanguard is led by many fierce Liao generals, and their combat capabilities are not bad."

After listening, Wu Feng nodded without much expression on his face: "I understand, we're already making preparations."

He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, and continued, "How about this with those town tokens you have? Why don't we just establish towns and develop them near Yingzhou City, close to the Song Dynasty? We can also recruit some soldiers during this time to increase our advantage, and more people can reduce casualties."

Upon hearing this, Li Hu sat up straight and nodded: "That's exactly what I was thinking. The research team has already sent management personnel over; we'll leave it to them to handle."

He stood up, stretched his shoulders, and looked at Wu Feng: "I'm going to rest for a bit. You take care of those refugees first."

Wu Feng nodded: "Understood."

Li Hu turned and walked out of the front hall, his footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor.

The front hall fell silent, leaving only Wu Feng and Zhang Heng.