Starting with The Eagle Shooting Heroes: I gain a year's worth of skill every day.

The words "Entry" distorted violently on the mirror surface and then shattered with a crash!

hum!

Shen Mo's body trembled, and he froze on the spot.

An unimaginably vast insight into cultivation arose out of thin air.

That's everything about "Golden Goose Kung Fu"!

From gathering his breath and channeling his energy, to the muscle power techniques used in every step and movement, and the changes in body movements to deal with various complex terrains... everything was transformed into the purest muscle memory, forcibly imprinted into his body and soul!

It was as if he hadn't just practiced diligently for a month, but was a master who had immersed himself in this art for decades!

At the same time, the writing on the surface of the ancient mirror was changing rapidly.

[Golden Goose Skill: Beginner] → [Golden Goose Skill: Minor Success]

[Golden Goose Skill: Minor Success] → [Golden Goose Skill: Major Success]

With just one hundred points of good and evil, he pushed the basic lightness skill of the Quanzhen Sect from the very beginning to the pinnacle!

That's the power of cheat codes!

The next instant, Shen Mo's body moved uncontrollably.

He didn't even have time to think; it was just his body's instinct that drove him to take a step forward.

Swish!

The figure faded away in place.

Without a strong wind or any unnecessary movements, he reappeared ten feet away.

It lands silently, without a single leaf touching it.

He moved again.

Its figure blurred into a green shadow in the moonlit forest, darting east and west, unpredictable. With a light touch of its toes on the treetops, it could glide seven or eight zhang (approximately 33-40 meters) away, like a real night-flying wild goose, light and swift.

This is the true mastery of the Golden Goose Technique!

Not far away, Li Mochou stood quietly.

She watched the figure moving like a ghost through the forest, her small hands unconsciously clenching into fists, without uttering a word.

A moment later, a flash of green light appeared, and Shen Mo returned to his original spot, breathing steadily and showing no signs of fatigue.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling an unprecedented lightness and clarity within his body.

This is one's own "karmic connection".

It doesn't require any vague or ethereal enlightenment; it's the simplest and most direct path.

Slay villains, earn points, and increase your strength!

A crystal-clear goal was firmly established in Shen Mo's mind.

……

half a month later.

Shen Mo led Li Mochou southward.

Along the way, he no longer waited passively, but actively sought out the bandits and tyrants who ravaged the countryside and oppressed the people.

For these scoundrels, Shenmo's actions can be summed up in one word.

kill!

Black Tiger Stronghold, a hilltop occupied by more than three hundred bandits, is now shrouded in blood and fire.

Shen Mo's figure moved through the village so fast that he left almost no afterimage. The long sword on his back remained unsheathed.

The Complete Mastery of Quanzhen Boxing

"Golden Goose Kung Fu" has come to a successful conclusion.

The two most basic introductory martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect, under the catalysis of the Good and Evil Points, have reached a state of perfection, displaying completely different powers in his hands.

The punch, seemingly ordinary, contained the terrifying power of forty-seven years of internal energy.

A ruthless bandit who was wielding a knife was struck by the immense force, his chest caved in, and he was sent flying backward, crashing into a section of the wooden wall.

He shifted his feet, his figure elusive, easily dodging several steel blades that came slashing at him. His fingertips closed, and amidst the flashing blades, he precisely struck a bandit's throat.

puff.

With a soft crack, the man's throat bone shattered, and his fierce expression froze into horror.

This is not a fight, it's a cleansing.

Li Mochou stood at the entrance of the mountain stronghold, her small figure stretched long in the flickering firelight.

She didn't hide or show any fear; she simply watched quietly.

Watching that figure in the blue Taoist robe stir up waves of blood in the crowd, watching one vibrant life after another being easily wiped out.

In her hand, she clutched a dagger she had picked up from the corpse.

When the last bandit fell, Shen Mo stopped in his tracks. Within three feet of him, blood flowed like a river.

His green robe was spotless, without a trace of blood.

He turned around and walked towards Li Mochou.

The girl looked up and handed over the dagger in her hand.

Shen Mo did not answer.

He glanced at the blood-stained dagger, then walked past her and headed down the mountain.

Li Mochou silently put the dagger into her bosom and quickly followed.

In his mind, the words on the ancient mirror appeared clearly.

Good/Evil Points +387

In half a month, from "Black Tiger Village" to "Evil Wolf Gang", and then to the local tyrant "Liu Family Village", he killed his way through the bloodshed with just his sword.

His own skill level, accumulated over the past two weeks, has steadily increased from thirty-two years to forty-seven years.

He didn't hesitate to invest his newly acquired good and evil points into improving his martial arts.

The Complete Martial Arts Method has been perfected.

"Golden Goose Kung Fu" has come to a successful conclusion.

Now, in terms of his lightness skill alone, he is no less than any famous master in the martial arts world.

As he marched south, killing his way through the land, a name began to quietly circulate in the nearby prefectures and counties.

"Have you heard? A new 'Azure-Clad Killer' has recently emerged in the martial arts world!"

"How come I've never heard of him! It's said that this man is dressed in blue and specializes in targeting the most vicious bandits and thugs; his methods are incredibly ruthless!"

"It's more than just ruthless! Over three hundred people from Black Tiger Stronghold were wiped out overnight, not a single one left alive! The government officials went to check, and every single one of them was killed instantly, their deaths gruesome!"

"Hiss... what kind of deep-seated grudge could this be?"

"Revenge? I think it's acting on behalf of Heaven! Those beasts from Black Tiger Stronghold deserved to die long ago! This green-robed killing god is a great hero!"

In a teahouse in a small town, people from all walks of life, including those from the martial arts world, were discussing the matter animatedly.

The mastermind behind all this, Shen Mo, is studying the ancient mirror in his mind in a dilapidated temple dozens of miles away.

After wiping out another gang of petty thieves, he finally confirmed the true name of the number on the mirror.

[Good and Evil Points]

Good and evil...

A thought flashed through his mind.

As he walked out of the dilapidated temple, he happened to see a thug shoving and pushing an old man selling vegetables, kicking over his vegetable basket, and cursing him rudely.

"You old geezer, you've taken over my territory and you dare not pay? You're tired of living!"

The old man, trembling, tried to pick up the scattered vegetables, but a thug stepped on his hand.

"Ouch!"

The old man cried out in pain.

Shen Mo did not make a move.

He merely fixed a chilling killing intent on the two of them from afar.

The thug's cursing stopped abruptly. He shivered violently, feeling a chill run from his tailbone to the top of his head. His legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.

The old man was also so frightened that he fell to the ground.

The thug looked around in terror, but found nothing. He felt the air around him grow colder, as if countless eyes were watching him from the shadows.

Finally, he ran away as fast as he could, never daring to look back.

The old man gritted his teeth and set up his stall again on the same spot, bending down to pick up vegetables.

At that very moment, the ancient mirror in Shen Mo's mind reacted.

Good/Evil Points +0.1

It turned out to be the case.

You can earn points for doing "good" things, and you can also earn points for doing "evil" things.

Even a malicious thought or a small threat, as long as it is judged as "evil" by the mirror, will earn you points.

A shortcut to boundless power was laid bare before him.

He can bully the weak, intimidate the kind, and even transform into a true demon, accumulating points at the fastest speed to build himself into an unprecedented martial arts legend.

That kind of power is readily available.

Shen Mo stood there for a long time.

The shadow of the dilapidated temple enveloped half of his body, making him appear obscure and indistinct.

Finally, he withdrew his murderous aura and turned to walk back into the dilapidated temple.

He doesn't need shortcuts.

His path is one of killing and ruthless action, of seeking vengeance and revenge, but it is by no means a path of indiscriminately killing the innocent or bullying the weak.

Only kill those who deserve to die!

This idea became more resolute and pure than ever before in this choice.

His resolve to follow the Dao grew ever stronger.

……

Several days later, Shen Mo and Li Mochou finally appeared at the city gate of Jiaxing.

The two entered the city and found the most impressive-looking restaurant.

Zuixianlou (Drunken Immortal Pavilion)

The restaurant was bustling with noise as the storyteller was telling a captivating tale, drawing cheers from the entire audience.

Shen Mo found a corner by the window and sat down, while Li Mochou sat quietly opposite him, taking small bites of the pastries on the table.

As soon as he sat down, the noise from the next table came over, drowning out the storyteller's voice.

There were seven people sitting at that table, each dressed in unusual ways, clearly not ordinary people.

A lean man held an abacus in his hand, clicking the keys with a loud clatter.

A burly man dressed as a woodcutter carried a heavy iron carrying pole on his shoulder.

A middle-aged man who looked like a scholar held a fan, but had a worried expression on his face.

A petite woman holds a long golden whip in her hand.

A large, fat monk with a smile like that of Maitreya Buddha on his face.

A hunchbacked farmer, leaning on a hoe.

There was also a blind old man with a withered face, leaning on a thick iron cane.

The Seven Eccentrics of Jiangnan.

A thought flashed through Shen Mo's mind, and he instantly recognized the identities of these people.

It really was them!