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

[Fanyang, An Lushan.]

The cold words slowly faded from my mind.

The enormous map of the Tang Dynasty also disappeared.

Shen Mo opened his eyes, his gaze deep and unwavering.

An Lushan.

In his memories of his past life, this name was synonymous with blood and fire.

It is a funeral song for a prosperous era, a lament for tens of millions of lives lost.

But now.

To him, this was just the next "trash" marked by the mirror that needed to be cleaned up.

With a slight thought, his mirror-like properties emerged.

Good/Evil Points: 50000.

Fifty thousand points.

An unprecedented huge sum of money.

His mind precisely focused on the "Golden Goose Skill" listed in the list of exercises.

Fanyang is thousands of miles away.

An Lushan was a military governor with hundreds of thousands of troops, hiding among the ironclad onslaught.

To kill him, infiltration and teleportation are key.

[Would you like to consume 50000 Good and Evil Points to advance the "Golden Goose Skill" to "Shrinking the Earth to an Inch"?]

"Yes."

Om-!

The 50,000 points of good and evil flowed by like water, instantly returning to zero.

A profound and mysterious torrent of information washed over his soul, no longer a simple method of circulating qi through the meridians, but a higher level of understanding that directly touched upon the rules of space, qi, and even vision.

The innate true energy that had accumulated in his body for more than two hundred years found the best outlet and surged forth along a brand-new and exquisite trajectory!

The once light and swift movements underwent a fundamental transformation at this moment.

He sat silently on the stone bench, his body completely still.

But in his perception, the entire courtyard, and even Xinghua Ward where he was, seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand and suddenly "shrank".

He developed an absolute intuition.

It only takes one step.

He could then ignore spatial distance and appear anywhere in the courtyard.

This is no longer considered light-footed skill.

It is supernatural power.

[Shrinking the Earth to an Inch (Beginner): Using innate true energy to distort a small space, making the ends of the earth seem near.]

well.

Shen Mo stood up, preparing to proceed to the next step.

"Squeak—"

The door opened softly.

Yang Yuhuan came out somewhat hastily, carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of chicken soup on it.

The moonlight outlined her slightly haggard face, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"Master, you... haven't rested yet?"

When she saw Shen Mo, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but then immediately became tense again.

"I saw that the light was still on in your room, so... I went to the kitchen and made you a bowl of soup."

The savory aroma of chicken soup, mixed with a hint of ginger, dissipated in the cool night breeze.

Shen Mo's gaze shifted from the bowl of soup to her face, which was filled with anticipation and trepidation.

That heart, hardened by the determination to kill, was gently warmed by this bowl of earthly warmth.

He didn't say anything, walked straight over, took the soup bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

The warm soup slid into my stomach, dispelling the chill of the night and diluting the lingering murderous intent.

"Is it... not to your liking?" Yang Yuhuan asked softly, seeing how quickly he was drinking.

"It tastes great."

Shen Mo put down the empty bowl, his voice as calm as ever, but he said two more words than usual.

The girl's eyes lit up instantly.

Shen Mo looked at her clean, smiling face, and the word "trouble" resurfaced in his mind, but he couldn't connect it with the person in front of him.

"I'm going on a long trip," he said.

The smile on Yang Yuhuan's face froze, and she could no longer hide her worry.

"Where are we going? Is it far? Will...will it be dangerous?"

"Fan Yang".

Shen Mo only mentioned the place name.

He did not answer whether it was dangerous.

For anyone in this era, the place name, and the name that occupies it, is itself a synonym for danger.

Yang Yuhuan's face turned pale instantly.

Although she was ignorant of court politics, she had heard of the formidable reputation of the "Military Governor of Fanyang".

She clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, wanting to persuade him, but she knew she had no right to do so, nor could she persuade him otherwise.

Her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

Shen Mo looked at her like this and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He stretched out his hand.

Yang Yuhuan subconsciously closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

The anticipated touch did not occur.

She opened her eyes and saw that Shen Mo held a pure white jade pendant in his hand.

The jade pendant has a simple and unadorned design, yet it exudes a faint warmth.

Shen Mo flicked his finger.

A wisp of golden true energy entered the jade pendant, its brilliance flashing and disappearing in an instant.

"Wear it, don't take it off."

He handed over the jade pendant.

"Calculate the cost of the soup."

After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at her, turned around, and took a step away.

His figure vanished into thin air.

In the courtyard, only Yang Yuhuan remained, standing there blankly, clutching the still-warm jade pendant tightly in her hand.

……

Chang'an, Jing'an Division.

The deepest part of the dark and damp dungeon.

Feng Jin, the deputy commander of the Bad Guys, was staring blankly at a secret report about the "Golden Rain".

That golden rain not only healed his long-standing wounds, but also allowed him to glimpse a landscape that mortals could never reach.

Reverence is ingrained in my very being.

Suddenly, the candlelight in front of him flickered violently, the flame being compressed into a thin sheet of light.

A figure in cyan was already standing opposite him, having appeared out of nowhere.

"A real... real person!"

As if pricked by a needle, Feng Jin sprang up from the chair and bent over deeply in an exaggerated posture, his head almost buried in his chest.

"This humble servant was unaware of your presence; I deserve to die!"

His voice trembled, a mixture of extreme fear and fervor.

The one before us is a banished immortal who can vanquish evil spirits, summon auspicious omens, disregard the fate of the nation, and punish on behalf of Heaven!

"I need intelligence."

Shen Mo's voice was calm, but it resonated in Feng Jin's ears.

"Please speak, Master!" Feng Jintou didn't dare to raise his head. "The Bad Guys will search high and low, from the heavens to the underworld, to find you, Master!"

"Fanyang, An Lushan."

He uttered five words in silence.

"Everything."

"His troop deployments, trusted generals, wives, concubines, children, daily life, martial arts styles, lineage of teachers..."

Shen Mo paused for a moment.

His calm, still eyes reflected the candlelight, appearing even more profound.

"And...all the unusual people and things around him."

Inside the dungeon, there was deathly silence.

Feng Jin stood frozen in place, slowly raising his head. The color drained from his face, leaving only horror and absurdity.

An Lushan?

That was a border warlord who was deeply favored by His Majesty, held the position of military governor of three towns, and commanded nearly one-third of the Tang Dynasty's military force!

Should we touch him?

This is going to... cause a huge uproar!

"A...a true man..." Feng Jin's voice trembled uncontrollably. "The military governor of An...he is a pillar of the court, commanding hundreds of thousands of troops, and enjoying the emperor's favor...this action...this action is tantamount to treason!"

"The imperial court?"

Shen Mo looked at him, a faint smile curving his lips, tinged with mockery.

His voice was soft, yet it was like an invisible knife, dissecting all the rules of this world.

"There is no imperial court here."