Tomorrow is the weekend.

Feng Mu did not go home tonight and stayed at the martial arts hall.

Late at night.

Master Li Guishen had long entered dreamland, and his room was silent.

Soon after, Senior Brother Li Bashan also returned to his room. He stuffed the socks that Hong Ya had meticulously washed and sanitized into his mouth and, accompanied by thunderous snores, sank into a deep sleep.

Second Senior Sister Liu Xie held a bottle of wine, sitting in the courtyard, drinking alone.

Third Senior Brother Zhao Zhixin sat next to Second Senior Sister, abstaining from drinking, only snacking on peanuts.

Fourth Senior Brother Yuan Xidi was still in the training hall, with the lights off, frantically unleashing his strength on the Iron Man Post, as if his energy was inexhaustible, occasionally letting out wolf-like howls from his mouth.

Fifth Senior Brother Gong Qi lay comfortably on his bed, holding a ghost novel, reading with great interest.

Sixth Senior Brother sat in front of a chair, relying on his memory, meticulously drawing a few portraits of Liu Yang. Every stroke revealed his deep affection and friendship for the deceased.

After finishing, he burned these artworks in an iron basin, letting them drift towards the sky with the smoke, expressing his sorrow for the deceased. Obviously, he was a deeply emotional, loyal person.

Little Senior Sister Hong Ya sat in front of the computer, watching an old romantic drama intently.

Her focus was so intense, her eyes appeared reddened due to the emotional fluctuations. Whenever the plot reached a climax, she would involuntarily dab her eyes with tissue, immersed in the tragic love story.

"It's not just about killing, huh? Everyone has their own hobbies too. Just that Senior Brother's sock-chewing habit is rather peculiar."

Feng Mu looked around, feeling everyone's image became a bit more vivid.

"So, if I move in here and get caught liking to draw my own blood, or having a habit of gnawing on iron, shouldn't it also be considered reasonable?"

Thinking this way, Feng Mu began to practice martial arts in the courtyard.

Compared to the cramped room, the spacious courtyard was obviously easier for practice, and more connected to nature, though this nature lacked the sun and moon.

An hour passed.

Second Senior Sister finished her drink and went to sleep.

Third Senior Brother finished the peanuts and went to sleep.

Two hours passed.

Fourth Senior Brother washed off the sweat and went to sleep.

Fifth Senior Brother put down the book, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

Sixth Senior Brother put down the brush, packed up the iron basin, and went to sleep.

Three hours passed.

Hong Ya punched through the computer screen, with the headless male lead frozen on the screen, she cried herself to sleep with reddened eyes.

Four, five, six hours... The night grew darker, and besides the continuous thunderous snoring, only a solitary figure remained in the courtyard.

Feng Mu persisted in practicing martial arts tirelessly, his mind seemingly emptied, entirely immersed in this undistracted practice, the focus was almost intimidating.

Feng Mu was entirely unaware, fully absorbed in the world of martial practice, his silhouette gradually overlapping with the poses instilled by the system.

He seemed to become a senseless practicing machine, each move executed with extreme precision, appearing both mechanical and tedious, yet exuding an almost compulsive perfection.

[You underwent a long period of undistracted practice.]

[Seven Kills Fist: Skill Proficiency +14]

[Soul-Seeking Step: Skill Proficiency +10]

[Senluo Finger: Skill Proficiency +22]

[Cast Iron Edibility Growth↑, +3%]

[Calamity Iron Edibility ↑, +0.1%]

[Today's results are as follows:

[Current Edibility Slot 1: Cast Iron (Edibility 32.3/100%, Reserve 1%)]

[Current Edibility Slot 2: Nine Nether Evil Iron (Edibility 5.8 %/100%, Reserve 2.2%).]

Unnoticed, 4 AM had arrived.

Feng Mu awoke from his trance-like practice, grabbing a thermos to take a gulp, slightly increasing the stored iron in his body.

Yes, though there's water in his thermos, it's steeped with real 'latte,' incredibly thick in concentration.

"The growth rate of cast iron edibility isn't low, but the available time each day is decreasing. As for the calamity iron edibility growth, it can be ignored for now. Once Senior Brother arranges for me to enter prison, I'll heavily grind it again then."

Feng Mu thought to himself, having a clear plan for the future.

Wanting everything will inevitably slow down the overall upward climb, but slightly sacrificing speed temporarily to broaden the overall dimension will lay a stronger foundation for future heights.

Feng Mu was mentally prepared for this and considered it well worth the effort.

"One must endure loneliness for a while to eventually yield great results." Feng Mu took another hefty sip of 'latte,' his gaze as staunch as iron.

More importantly, Feng Mu was about to enter a stable and safe growth period, which was jointly arranged by his sister Feng Yuhuai and brother-in-law Zheng Hang.

How could Feng Mu easily let down such profound affection?

He took another large gulp of rich latte, then pulled out a few carefully sharpened chopsticks from his pocket.

The ends of the chopsticks were cleverly drilled with small holes, through which passed almost invisible transparent fishing lines.

This was something Feng Mu asked Hong Ya to make that afternoon. Hong Ya had her own workspace in the martial arts hall, filled with an array of peculiar inventions and creative products—a place one might call Hong Ya's Experiment House?

Feng Mu was once taken on a tour there by Hong Ya. Though not large in area, it was crammed with all sorts of items.

There were orderly arranged metal tools like hammers, saws, and electric drills, casually stacked materials like paint and sandpaper, neatly placed chemical experiment supplies like beakers and alcohol lamps, and even a microscope and an expensive centrifuge.

In total, it was quite a hodgepodge, evidently, all sorts of strange yet useful unofficial products from Hong Ya's treasure trove were made here.

"There's strategy planning, intelligence gathering, killing execution, support providing, aftermath handling, and even invention and creativity. The Ronggui Sect truly is brimming with talent, and Master Li Guishen is quite the educator."

The more Feng Mu learned about Douqiong Martial Arts Hall, the more amazed he felt.

The senior brothers and sisters, confined to a small martial arts hall, were truly overqualified; they deserve a broader stage, and luckily, here comes the junior disciple!

Feng Mu smiled slightly, weaving his fingers around the threads, his arms moving in waves, manipulating the "flying swords" to dance chaotically throughout the courtyard.

However, it was only a matter of moments before the threads tangled together, and the "flying swords" collided and ultimately fell together.

Rather than feeling discouraged, Feng Mu calmly pulled out a bottle of special lubricating oil made by Hong Ya.

He lightly applied the oil to the tangled fishing lines, and with a gentle tug, the lines slipped open as if reborn.

Again!

Again and again!

An hour and a half went by….

At five-thirty in the morning, Feng Mu stopped his practice, calmly put everything away, glanced at the system panel, and found that no new icons had appeared in the skill bar.

Today's draw had yielded nothing!

"Perhaps my ideas weren't precise enough, or maybe the accumulation of time was still insufficient. Either way, I'll keep pushing forward tomorrow."

Feng Mu murmured to himself, his determination firm as a rock, unmoved by temporary setbacks.

His mindset, honed through this period, was as resilient as iron and stone, unyielding to any disturbance.

At five-thirty in the morning.

Li Guishen woke up from his sleep, heard the subtle sounds from the courtyard, and stepped out the door with a hint of doubt.

He looked suspiciously at Feng Mu, who was tidying up in the courtyard, and asked in confusion, "Feng Mu, why are you up so early? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Feng Mu shook his head gently, smiled calmly, and replied, "Master, you've got it wrong. I wasn't getting up early; I'm just about to go to sleep now."

Li Guishen was momentarily speechless, his face full of question marks: "???"

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