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The dining hall was spacious, furnished with long tables and chairs. Breakfast consisted of plain porridge, steamed buns, and pickled vegetables—light, filling meals.

Wu Changfeng took a portion, found an empty seat, and slowly ate.

He had only taken a few bites when someone sat down opposite him. Looking up, he saw it was Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu also carried a breakfast and sat down. His gaze fell on Wu Changfeng with a mixture of scrutiny and curiosity. "This junior brother looks unfamiliar. Is he new here?" His tone was relatively gentle.

"Senior Brother Song," Wu Changfeng put down the steamed bun, cupped his hands, and said, "I am Wu Changfeng, and I only became a disciple of Master Song yesterday."

"Yesterday?" Song Qingshu raised an eyebrow, his surprise deepening. "When I observed you in your morning practice, you had already grasped the essence of the Long Fist and Soft Palm techniques, and your movements were quite fluid. Your Soft Cloud Sword Technique stance was also quite standard, especially your Cloud Ladder Leap... It seems you've already grasped the basics? This doesn't seem like someone who just started practicing yesterday."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Could it be that Junior Brother... once studied under some senior martial arts master?"

Wu Changfeng's expression remained unchanged as he shook his head: "Indeed, I only received the mental cultivation method from my master yesterday, and this morning I learned fist, palm, sword, and lightness skills from my senior brother. It's just that I may have some rudimentary aptitude for martial arts, so I learn faster."

"You've already achieved such skill with just one day of learning?" Song Qingshu was genuinely surprised this time, and even paused with a slight pause in his chopsticks.

He boasted that he was quite talented and could be considered one of the best among the third-generation disciples of Wudang. However, when he first learned these basic martial arts, he realized that it would have taken him at least one or two months of hard work to reach the level of proficiency that the other party had shown this morning.

One day? This level of comprehension is simply astonishing!

He scrutinized Wu Changfeng for a few more moments, and seeing that the other's eyes were open and honest, not feigning anything, he felt a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. In the end, he sighed in admiration, "Junior Brother Wu is indeed exceptionally talented, far beyond the reach of ordinary people. Given time, he will surely achieve great things."

In his tone, besides surprise, there seemed to be a more complex meaning, like admiration, but also a subtle, almost imperceptible... sense of comparison?

"You flatter me, senior brother," Wu Changfeng said politely.

Song Qingshu didn't say anything more. He quickly finished his breakfast, got up and left, seemingly preoccupied.

After finishing his meal, Wu Feng cleaned up his dishes and left the dining hall.

The morning light was just right, and many disciples did not return to their rooms but headed straight for the training ground. It seems that the atmosphere of rigorous training is indeed strong at Wudang.

He followed them over. In the training ground, there were already twenty or thirty people practicing on their own. Some were practicing with wooden swords, some were practicing punches alone, and some were repeatedly practicing the leaping technique of the Cloud Ladder. The shouts and the sound of air being cut were endless.

Wu Changfeng found an open space, ignored everyone else, and began to continue practicing Wudang Long Fist.

Practicing here yields incredibly high proficiency, so he naturally wouldn't want to waste it. While defeating monsters brings money and experience, he's currently level 18, and leveling up is becoming increasingly difficult. The slight attribute boost from that is far less valuable than learning a few more martial arts techniques to reach the pinnacle.

Moreover, going up and down the mountain is time-consuming and laborious. It would be better to seize the time to master all the basic martial arts of the sect and reach the level of mastery that Song Yuanqiao mentioned as soon as possible, so that you can learn more advanced martial arts.

He focused intently on practicing fist techniques, palm techniques, sword techniques, and light-body skills in a continuous cycle.

Sweat quickly soaked the lining of his Taoist robe, but he was completely unaware, immersed in the exhilarating feeling of his rapidly increasing proficiency and subtle improvements in his coordination and strength.

……

On the other side, at Jingxin Hall.

Song Yuanqiao had just finished dealing with a few mundane matters and was writing something when Song Qingshu walked in, bowed, and reported on the morning lessons.

"During this morning's class, all of you junior brothers practiced diligently without any slackening," Song Qingshu said in a serious tone.

"Hmm." Song Yuanqiao didn't even look up. "Did Wu Changfeng, who joined the sect yesterday, go today? Has he learned the basic martial arts?"

Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu's face showed a strange expression, and he scratched his head: "Father, Junior Brother Wu... he's gone. Not only is he gone, but..." He carefully chose his words, "His talent is truly astonishing. Long Fist, Cotton Palm, Soft Cloud Sword, and Ladder Cloud Leap—once taught, he seemed to have practiced them for a long time. His stances were standard, and he had already begun to grasp the basics of power circulation. Especially the Ladder Cloud Leap technique; in the transitions between footwork, there was even a hint of ease and freedom. In my opinion, his proficiency is probably... no less than some of my junior brothers who have been practicing diligently for three or four years."

"Oh?" Song Yuanqiao paused with his brush, and a drop of ink fell onto the rice paper, spreading into a small blot.

He slowly raised his head, looking at Song Qingshu with sharp eyes. "Is this true? Just the time it takes to finish a morning lesson?"

"I saw it with my own eyes, and there is absolutely no falsehood in it," Song Qingshu affirmed. "When we had breakfast, I specifically asked him, and Junior Brother Wu claimed that he had indeed only received the mental cultivation method yesterday and was only learning the moves today."

Song Yuanqiao remained silent for a moment, the surprise in his eyes slowly fading, replaced by deep thought.

He put down his pen, stood up, and paced around the hall. "I haven't yet checked the extent to which he has cultivated his inner cultivation overnight. But his external martial arts techniques... if what you say is true, this boy's comprehension is truly exceptional, a once-in-a-century talent." He looked at Song Qingshu, "Go, summon him here. I want to see him myself."

"Yes, Father." Song Qingshu accepted the order, turned around and quickly left Jingxin Hall, heading straight for the martial arts arena.

On the training ground, Wu Changfeng had just finished performing a set of "Soft Cloud Sword Techniques" and was leaning on his wooden sword, slightly out of breath.

Sweat trickled down his temples. Although it was just practice, the full commitment had taken its toll.

"Junior Brother Wu!"

Hearing the shouts, Wu Changfeng turned around and saw Song Qingshu walking quickly towards him, his expression somewhat complicated.

"Senior Brother Song, what is it?" he asked.

"Master wants you to go to the Meditation Hall," Song Qingshu said.

His gaze involuntarily swept over the wooden sword in Wu Changfeng's hand and his slightly damp forehead. He had just seen the other's sword practice from afar, and his movements were so smooth and fluid, with a hint of the continuous and gentle flow of clouds. This speed of progress... even made the number one disciple of the third generation feel a ripple in his heart.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Wu Changfeng put the wooden sword back on the weapon rack, straightened his Taoist robe, and walked towards the Jingxin Hall.

Song Qingshu watched him leave, then stood there with a slight frown on his brow.

A moment later, he took a deep breath, walked to an open space, and began to practice Wudang Long Fist seriously. He was more focused and attentive than usual in every move, and he deliberately increased the intensity of his movements.

The surrounding disciples were surprised to see this – Senior Brother Song usually gave guidance, and they rarely saw him practicing so diligently.

Immediately, seemingly infected by the enthusiasm, many people unconsciously put in even more effort, and the shouts in the training ground seemed to be even louder than before.

Wu Changfeng was completely unaware of this. He was walking on the bluestone path leading to Jingxin Hall, his mind racing: Song Yuanqiao's sudden summons was most likely because Song Qingshu had reported his unusual progress.

Upon entering the Jingxin Hall, Song Yuanqiao was already seated behind his desk, holding a scroll of Taoist scriptures in his hands. He put the scroll down when he saw him enter.

"Master." Wu Changfeng stepped forward and bowed.

Song Yuanqiao's gaze fell upon him, gentle yet scrutinizing: "No need for formalities. Qingshu said you studied quite diligently in your morning lessons today. Let me ask you, how well have you learned the foundation-building martial arts taught today? What level have you reached?"

Wu Changfeng looked up, his expression calm, and answered truthfully, "Master, I have mastered all of these skills."

"Great Completion?" Song Yuanqiao's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. His tone remained calm, but carried a hint of admonition. "Changfeng, in the path of martial arts, the most taboo thing is impetuosity, nor should one speak recklessly. You may have good talent, but the realm of martial arts requires a down-to-earth approach, where things will naturally fall into place. Taking shortcuts and exaggerating one's abilities is not the behavior of a Wudang disciple."

Clearly, he didn't believe it.

In half a day, he went from nothing to mastering four martial arts skills.

This is beyond the realm of talent that ordinary people can understand; it's almost mythical.