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

Outside Lin'an City, on the summit of an unnamed mountain.

He sat silently cross-legged for a whole night.

As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight fell on his blue Taoist robe, but could not dispel the chill between his brows.

The scene in the Funing Hall yesterday is still vivid in my mind.

Zhao Kuo's head rolled to the ground, along with the kneeling ministers begging for mercy and the little girl who was crying in fear.

And there was the lingering smell of blood on my own hands.

Shen Mo opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

The aura condensed and did not dissipate, transforming into a white streak in the air, shooting straight towards the rocks ten feet away.

Snapped!

The stone surface cracked, leaving a dent the size of a fist.

One hundred and thirty-six years of innate true energy.

rose again.

This is the talent the mirror bestowed upon him—automatically increasing his skill by one year every day.

It started from that cliff in Zhongnan Mountain and has never stopped.

Shen Mo stood up and stretched his limbs.

His bones crackled, and his internal energy circulated on its own, becoming even more refined than yesterday.

After he perfected the Innate Skill, his connection with heaven and earth became even stronger.

Even without actively cultivating, one's skill level is slowly increasing.

Last night, thanks to the breakthrough in his mental state after killing the emperor, one night of arduous cultivation was equivalent to ten days of the past.

"Kill the emperor..."

Shen Mo muttered to himself, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips.

He is not a serial killer.

He was just an ordinary person with power.

An ordinary person who travels through eighteen years and finally gains the ability to change everything.

So when Zhao Kuo's head rolled off, he didn't feel guilty.

It's pleasure.

It is the exhilarating feeling of breaking free from shackles and trampling on imperial power.

"Shi Miyuan and his ilk are probably making up stories right now."

Shen Mo looked towards the direction of Lin'an City.

Is it destiny's will?

Killed by heavenly lightning?

Let them say whatever they want.

He doesn't want fame, he wants results.

It is the result that corrupt officials are living in fear, and that this decadent court has been thoroughly awakened!

Shen Mo took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

That was the list that Tie Youxia had given him, densely filled with the names of villains from all over the Song Dynasty.

Corrupt officials, scoundrels, bullies, and powerful figures.

Each name represents countless wronged souls.

"Killing them one by one is too slow."

A cold glint flashed in Shen Mo's eyes.

He broke off a withered branch, infused it with his inner strength, and wrote rapidly on the paper.

The brushstrokes penetrate the paper deeply, resulting in powerful and vigorous characters.

He first copied the list, and then wrote at the end:

"Within three months, escort all prisoners on the list to the outskirts of Lin'an City to await their fate. If even one person escapes, you will be held responsible."

Shen Mo paused for a moment, then added:

"Furthermore, all death row inmates in the state prisons shall be escorted here. I will interrogate them personally."

He did not sign his name at the end.

He only used his true qi to brand a small character "Shen".

The writing shines through the paper, faintly shimmering with a bluish light.

Shen Mo looked at the letter, pondering in his heart.

The villains on the list are all incredibly valuable.

If we can capture them all in one fell swoop, the accumulated good and evil points will be more than enough to push the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to the thirteenth level of perfection.

Thirteen levels complete...

That is true strength that can uproot mountains and a spirit that can overwhelm the world.

At that time, he wanted to see what in the world could stop his fist.

Shen Mo folded the letter and put it in an envelope.

He stood up and looked down the mountain.

On the ridge of a field not far away, an old farmer was carrying a bucket of manure, his body hunched over as he walked into the field.

Shen Mo's figure flashed.

With a few leaps, it landed in front of the old farmer.

"Old man."

The sudden sound startled the old farmer.

The manure bucket almost fell to the ground.

"Master Dao..."

The old farmer looked up and saw the young Taoist priest with an otherworldly air in front of him, and was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly.

Shen Mo took out a silver ingot from his pocket and handed it over along with the envelope.

"Please trouble the old man to deliver this letter to the gate of the imperial city in Lin'an and hand it over to the imperial guards."

The old farmer looked at the heavy silver in his hand, then at the letter, and hesitated.

"Master, this...this is going to be sent to the palace? I'm just an old farmer, I'm afraid..."

"It's alright."

Shen Mo's voice was calm, yet it possessed an irresistible power.

"Just take it to the city gate, and someone else will take care of the rest. This money is for your trouble."

The old farmer swallowed.

This one ingot of silver is enough for his family to live on for several years.

"Thank you very much, Daoist Master! I'll go right away!"

Shen Mo nodded, and with a flash, disappeared from the ridge of the field.

The old farmer rubbed his eyes to make sure the blue figure was really gone before carefully hiding the letter and the silver.

He picked up the manure bucket, but his steps were much faster than when he came.

On the mountaintop.

Shen Mo patted the dust off his Taoist robe.

Once this matter is resolved, you can accumulate good and evil points more quickly.

As for Yang Yuhuan...

With a thought, Shen Mo's consciousness touched the mirror in his mind.

Based on the pattern, I should be able to contact her today.

But the mirror showed only calm.

No response.

Shen Mo frowned slightly.

This is the first time that when it's time to contact them, there's been no response.

He waited for a moment, but there was still no response.

"Something happened?"

A sense of unease flashed through Shen Mo's mind.

But it was quickly suppressed again.

"Something must have been holding him up."

He told himself that.

After all, Yang Yuhuan had her own life in that world, and she couldn't be looking at the mirror all the time.

Perhaps they're busy with something else, or perhaps...

Shen Mo shook his head, dispelling the inexplicable irritation in his heart.

During this period, I was able to chat with that girl for a few minutes every three days.

Listen to her talk about that world, listen to her complain about how fierce she is.

Without realizing it, it became a habit.

The sudden silence was quite...

"Tsk."

Shen Mo spat and forcibly pulled himself back to his senses.

"So that she won't have to nag for ages when she sees what happens next."

He raised his head and looked into the dense forest not far away.

"After watching the show for so long, it's time for him to come out and meet people."

The sound was not loud, but it traveled clearly into the forest.

The leaves rustled in the woods.

Three figures slowly emerged from the forest.

Huang Yaoshi, dressed in a blue robe, held a jade flute in his hand, his expression complex.

Hong Qigong hung the wine gourd back on his waist, his old face filled with solemnity.

Guo Jing was pale, his hands were clenched tightly, and his eyes were full of confusion and struggle.

But when they looked at Shen Mo, all three of them had a hint of awe in their eyes.

That is the instinctive fear when faced with something beyond our comprehension.

"Master Shen."

Huang Yaoshi spoke first, his voice slightly hoarse.

"We meant no harm, it's just... it's just that the Taoist priest's actions yesterday were too shocking. We were curious, so we came to see for ourselves."

"curious?"

Shen Mo's gaze swept over the three of them.

"Aren't you curious now?"

One sentence made both Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong somewhat embarrassed.

Who are they?

The Eastern Heretic and the Northern Beggar, two of the Five Greats, are figures whose mere presence in the martial arts world is enough to make anyone tremble.

But yesterday, they were like three voyeurs, hiding in the distance and watching the whole thing, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The strength and methods Shen Mo displayed were truly beyond their comprehension.

That's not martial arts.

It is a magical technique.

"You jest, Taoist priest."

Hong Qigong chuckled and stepped forward.

"This old beggar admires the Taoist priest's character! That dog emperor should have been killed long ago! You've rid the people of a great scourge!"

Guo Jing's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed his words back.

His belief in "loyalty to the emperor" had collapsed.

But the spirit of "patriotism" remains.

He didn't know whether Shen Mo's actions were good or bad for the Song Dynasty.

But he knew that Yue Fei's grievances seemed to have been partially redressed yesterday by this Taoist priest in the most direct way.

Shen Mo did not immediately respond to Hong Qigong's compliment.

His gaze swept over the three men, finally settling on Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi.

"Since you're here, why don't we have a friendly spar?"

Shen Mo spoke softly, his tone as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"I have long admired your extraordinary skills."

Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

Is this Taoist priest... going to fight them?