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Shen Mo left Nanhu and disappeared into the night of Jiaxing City in a few leaps, heading straight for the outskirts of the city.

The gate to that farmhouse was ajar.

He pushed the door open and entered.

At the well, Li Mochou was struggling to carry a bucket of water.

The soft creaking of the door hinges alerted her, and when she saw that it was Shen Mo, her arms went limp.

"Clang!"

The wooden bucket crashed back onto the well rim, splashing the cool well water and wetting her clothes.

Shen Mo ignored her lapse in composure and walked up to her.

I need to take you somewhere.

Li Mochou froze, her head drooping even lower, her dark hair obscuring her face.

She guessed that staying by his side would only be a burden.

After a brief silence, she nodded very slightly.

"it is good."

Shen Mo took out a bag of silver from his pocket. It was very heavy in his hand. He turned around and handed it to the farmer couple who came out of the house after hearing the noise.

The bag weighs more than twice as much as last time.

The couple were stunned at first, then reacted and knelt down with a thud, their foreheads hitting the muddy ground hard.

"A living Buddha! You truly are a living Buddha!"

"Great benefactor, your kindness and virtue are beyond repayment, even if we were to be your ox or your horse in our next life..."

Shen Mo did not help him up, his voice remaining as calm as ever.

"Thank you for taking care of her these past few days."

After saying that, he turned around and left the courtyard with Li Mochou without pausing.

The two checked into the largest inn in town.

As night fell, Shen Mo lit an oil lamp in his room and laid out paper and pens.

There was only one sentence on the letter.

"Xuanmo has a disciple, and I hope my fellow disciples will take care of him."

He folded the letter, then summoned his assistant, who turned out to be a spy for the Six Doors.

"Use the Six Doors' fastest channel to send it to the Quanzhen Sect in Zhongnan Mountain."

With Tie Youxia now surrendered, Shen Mo's arrest warrant was essentially worthless, and mobilizing the Six Doors' relay network was just a matter of a word.

Three days later.

Two middle-aged Taoist priests dressed in the standard robes of the Quanzhen School arrived at the inn, looking travel-worn.

Led by the waiter, they arrived at Shen Mo's door. They carefully tidied their slightly disheveled appearance before respectfully knocking on the door.

The door opened.

Seeing Shen Mo's face, which looked so young it seemed unreal, the two Taoists were not surprised at all. Instead, they bowed and performed a perfect Quanzhen Sect salute.

"Disciple greets Martial Uncle Xuanmo!"

That cry of "Uncle-Master" was like a thunderclap, striking the ears of the shopkeeper and waiter who were leading the way.

The two were petrified on the spot.

Quanzhen Sect!

That is the pinnacle of the righteous path in the martial arts world today!

These two middle-aged Taoist priests, with their composed demeanor, were clearly disciples of considerable status within the sect. Yet they were performing such a grand ceremony for a young man barely twenty, addressing him as "Uncle-Master."

Just how high is this young man's seniority within the Quanzhen Sect?

In an instant, the two men's gazes toward Shen Mo were filled with awe and horror.

Li Mochou stood behind Shen Mo, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.

She wanted to say something, but the words stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Shen Mo turned around, took out a thin handwritten booklet from his pocket, and handed it to her.

"This is the foundational text of the Quanzhen Principles of Buddhism. Once you arrive at Zhongnan Mountain, you can cultivate in a tranquil state of mind."

Li Mochou took the still-warm booklet, her eyes reddening, and bowed deeply to Shen Mo.

Shen Mo accepted her bow and then gave instructions to the two Taoist priests.

"Tell Brother Qiu that I will return to the mountain after I finish what I have to do."

"Yes, Uncle-Master!"

The two Taoist priests agreed in unison.

Li Mochou left with two Taoist priests, turning back every few steps.

Reaching the entrance of the inn, she finally stopped, turned around, and took one last look at Shen Mo with all her might.

Shen Mo nodded slightly to her.

She then turned around and merged into the crowd on the street, her figure quickly disappearing from sight.

After seeing Li Mochou off, Shen Mo returned to his room and closed the door.

He sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes, and began to sort out his insights from the past two months of studying the Daoist Canon.

Since his transmigration, despite possessing nearly eighty years of internal energy, he has always been separated from the true essence of the Quanzhen Martial Arts by a thin layer of paper.

At this moment, his mind was calm, and those obscure scriptures and doctrines flowed through his heart like a clear spring, becoming clear one by one.

boom!

A surge of pure energy rose from the dantian, like a celestial river pouring down, instantly washing over the limbs and bones, and all the major acupoints of the body.

His vast inner strength, accumulated over nearly eighty years, found its true home at this moment, and was completely transformed into the purest and most refined Quanzhen internal energy!

[Quanzhenxin Method: Introduction] → [Quanzhenxin Method: Perfection]

One step to the sky!

Driven by his terrifying internal energy, this fundamental technique of the Quanzhen Sect instantly reached perfection!

His perception extends infinitely, and his power is as still as the deep sea.

The air in the room began to vibrate slightly.

The teacup on the table had ripples on its surface even though there was no wind.

The wind outside the window has stopped.

The noise from the street became crystal clear at that moment, as if it were right next to my ears.

Three miles east of Lin'an City, people were arguing.

Five miles south of Lin'an City, one can hear the crisp sound of horses' hooves clattering over bluestone slabs.

This extension of perception allowed Shen Mo to truly experience the profound mystery of the Quanzhen Martial Arts for the first time.

No wonder the Seven Masters of Quanzhen were able to establish themselves in the martial arts world for decades; the foundation of this mental cultivation method was far deeper than he had ever known.

At that very moment, the ancient mirror in his mind suddenly rippled violently.

With a thought, Shen Mo's consciousness sank into that familiar mirror world.

On the other side of the mirror, in the unchanging void of antiquity, a huge bluish-gray rock had appeared.

Three characters are engraved on the surface of the rock.

Her handwriting was delicate and graceful, with a touch of feminine gentleness.

—Yang Yunu.

These three words possessed a magical power, allowing Shen Mo to instantly grasp their meaning upon seeing them.

This is the name of the mysterious woman on the other side of the mirror.

Shen Mo walked to the grayish-blue boulder.

He raised his right hand, his fingers forming a sword shape, and his powerful inner strength condensed into a point of cold light at his fingertips.

laugh--

A soft sound.

He carved two words deeply on the other side of the boulder.

—Silence.

The force of the fingers penetrated the stone three inches deep, and the characters were vigorous and powerful. They stood side by side with the delicate characters "Yang Yunu," creating an eerie harmony.

He stepped back and looked at the two names side by side on the stone.

This was the second time he had a clear interaction with the entity on the other side of the mirror.

"Yang Yunu..."

Shen Mo murmured the name.

He suddenly remembered something.

Last time in the mirror world, the other person mentioned the Tang Dynasty, Chang'an.

This time, however, the other party left their name.

These two things are related.

Could it be her?!

Shen Mo had a thought, but there was no use thinking about it now. They would have to wait for their next formal meeting to confirm it.

His consciousness exited the mirror world.

Regardless of who the other party is, it appears to be without malicious intent.

If there is an opportunity in the future, we can meet.

The next morning.

Shen Mo checked out of the room and headed straight for the city's largest horse market.

He went straight to the horse market and selected a pure white horse from the Western Regions with not a single stray hair on its hooves.

"I want this horse."

Seeing his extraordinary demeanor, the horse market owner quickly stepped forward and fawned over him.

"Sir, you have a discerning eye. This is a prized horse transported from the Abbasid Caliphate, capable of traveling a thousand miles a day, and worth three hundred taels of silver..."

Before he could finish speaking, a gold ingot was thrown onto the hay in front of him.

The horse market owner was stunned.

This gold ingot weighs at least five taels.

He quickly bent down, took the gold with both hands, and his smile became even more obsequious.

"You're so generous, sir! I'll fetch your horse right away!"

Shen Mo ignored his flattery, took the reins, and led the horse out of the horse market.

White horse, green robe.

On the streets in the early morning, it stands out like a painting.

Early risers on the street turned their heads to look.

He did not linger in the city, his gaze fixed on the official road leading south outside the city.

"Kang Prince's Mansion..."

He murmured to himself in silence.

"It's time."

Tie Youxia's list should already be in preparation.

And he should go and reap a wave of good and evil points.

The Prince Zhao's residence is his first target now.

He squeezed the horse's belly with his legs.

"Yu—!"

The snow-white steed let out a high-pitched neigh, its hooves thundering as it transformed into a streak of light tearing through the morning sun, bursting out of Jiaxing's city gates, kicking up clouds of dust, and disappearing into the distance.