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

Smoke and dust rose slightly on the official road.

He walked forward in silence.

His blue Taoist robe fluttered slightly in the wind, untouched by any dust.

He was not in a hurry to get going.

Within his body, an unprecedented torrent of power was washing over his limbs and bones.

Thirty-two years of skill.

Powerful and majestic, it almost burst his meridians.

With each breath, the surrounding air visibly collapsed toward him for a moment, and then was violently pushed away.

He is taking control of this power.

We came to a narrow mountain path, with sheer cliffs on both sides as if cut by a knife and axe, leaving only a sliver of skylight.

The terrain is treacherous.

At the intersection, there is a stone tablet with three large, dried, blood-red characters engraved on it.

Black Wind Pass.

Ahead, shouts of battle and cries mingled, shattering the tranquility of the valley and interrupting Shen Mo's contemplation.

With the support of his profound internal energy, Shen Mo's eyesight became extremely sharp, and he abruptly stopped a caravan ahead.

Thirty or forty bandits, each with a fierce and menacing air, surrounded the caravan.

Leading the group was a one-eyed giant with a menacing ghost-headed knife slung over his shoulder.

The blade reflected a dark, blood-soaked sheen in the sunlight.

His one remaining eye burned with tyranny and greed.

"Cry, you bastard! Cry louder! I love hearing that!"

The one-eyed man grinned maliciously and kicked a caravan guard to the ground.

A young guard, his eyes bloodshot and unwilling to be humiliated, roared and lunged forward with his knife.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

The one-eyed man's smile deepened, a cruel pleasure as he watched the insects struggle in their death throes.

He didn't even move.

A bandit beside him grinned maliciously as he approached, his long sword flashing in an arc.

puff!

Hot blood splattered out.

The young guard's head flew into the sky, his face still frozen with resentment and anger.

The headless corpse swayed twice before collapsing heavily, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"ah--!"

A woman's piercing scream erupted from the caravan.

"Anyone else want to fight to the death? I'll grant their wish!" The one-eyed man pointed his ghost-head knife at the remaining guards, his banditry palpable.

No one dared to make a move.

Fear, like a cold hand, gripped everyone's throat.

"Hahaha! A bunch of cowards!"

The one-eyed man laughed wildly, waved his hand, and delivered the judgment.

"Kill all the men! Take everything valuable! As for the women, bring them back to the stronghold for the brothers to have some fun!"

The bandits erupted in a savage, beast-like laugh as they pounced on their trembling prey.

Looting, violence, crying out, begging for mercy.

This is hell on earth.

Just then.

A figure, seemingly unhurried, actually moved with incredible speed from behind the mountain path.

He carried a long sword on his back and wore a green robe. Against this backdrop of bloodshed and chaos, he was as clean as a painting that shouldn't exist.

Shen Mo stopped between the bandits and the caravan.

"..."

All the bandits stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the uninvited guest.

The one-eyed man narrowed his single eye and looked Shen Mo up and down.

A young Taoist priest?

With his fair skin and delicate features, and carrying a sword, he didn't look like a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person of martial arts and chivalry), but rather like a wealthy young master traveling and enjoying the scenery.

"Where did this little Taoist priest come from? Are you in such a hurry to die?"

The one-eyed man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Get the hell out of here! Or I'll chop you up too!"

Several bandits grinned maliciously, brandishing their knives and surrounding the Taoist priest. Their eyes were unfriendly, and they wanted to make an appetizer out of this reckless Taoist priest.

The glimmer of hope that had just been ignited among the caravan members was instantly extinguished by the icy water.

It’s over.

Another one coming to their death.

Shen Mo ignored the one-eyed man's clamor.

He didn't even look at the bandits who surrounded him.

The longsword on his back remained unmoved.

Shen Mo simply raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and aimed it at the bandit at the front.

then.

Just a gentle touch.

The movements were light and effortless, without a trace of worldliness.

There was no sword energy, no gale force, nothing at all.

The bandit's sinister smile hadn't faded when, in the next instant, something unexpected happened.

puff!

A muffled thud.

A burst of scarlet blood suddenly exploded from his chest!

A bloody hole the size of a bowl pierced through his chest, and through the hole, one could even see the distorted scenery behind him.

Before he could even let out a scream, he was blasted backward by an invisible force.

"Bang! Bang!"

His heavy body knocked over two of his accomplices behind him.

The three corpses were piled on top of each other and slid several meters across the ground, leaving a glaring trail of blood.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The sounds of wind, crying, and cursing all vanished in that instant.

Everyone froze in their tracks.

The bandits who had surrounded the area had their sinister smiles freeze into extreme terror.

The despair on the faces of the caravan members froze into blank stares.

The one-eyed man's ghost-head knife, which he had been carrying on his shoulder, clattered to the ground. His single eye was filled with disbelief.

This……

Is that guy a human or a ghost?!

Shen Mo did not pause.

He didn't even glance at the three corpses.

Before the blood droplet from his fingertip could fall, his figure had already vanished from the spot.

When it reappeared, it was already in front of another bandit.

The bandit was terrified and, on instinct, raised his knife to strike.

Without flinching or dodging, he pointed his fingers like a sword and gently touched the ground.

It touched the blade.

"bite."

A crisp sound, barely audible.

The long steel knife broke in the middle.

Shen Mo's fingertips, still sharp, precisely touched the bandit's brow, right into his wide-open eyes.

puff.

That head exploded.

Red and white splattered all over the ground.

The headless corpse fell straight backward.

Shen Mo's figure moved silently through the bandits.

He did not draw his sword.

Use only your fists, palms, and fingers.

His movements were not fast, in fact, they were rather slow, and everyone could see them clearly.

But no one can escape it.

No one can stop him.

With a single punch, a bandit's sternum shattered inch by inch, his entire chest caved into a terrifying arc, and blood and foam spurted from his mouth mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

With a single slap, a bandit's neck mysteriously vanished, his head forced into his chest cavity by immense force, a gruesome death.

With a single finger strike, a bloody hole pierces through the body.

This is not a battle.

This is a cleaning.

A one-sided, cold-blooded cleanup.

Shen Mo's Taoist robe remained spotless, and his steps were unhurried. With each step he took, a life that he considered filthy was erased.

He was like a deity walking among humans, coldly and efficiently carrying out his judgments.

The remaining bandits completely collapsed.

They dropped their weapons and fled in all directions, crying out.

"A devil! It's a devil!"

"Run! Run!"

However, the narrow terrain of Black Wind Pass cut off all their escape routes.

Shen Mo's figure always appeared before them like a ghost, and then, with a single blow, he would kill them.

The one-eyed man snapped out of his extreme shock, his fear of survival instantly replaced by a desperate rage.

"Aaaaah! I'll fight you to the death!"

He let out a beastly roar, picked up the ghost-head knife, his muscles bulged and veins popped, raised his hands high, and with all his might, slashed down hard at Shen Mo's back!

This strike stirred up a foul, stench-filled wind, embodying all his ferocity and malevolence!

Someone in the caravan instinctively gasped in surprise.

Shen Mo didn't even turn his head.

Just as the blade was about to touch his back, he flicked his palm back lightly.

The palm and the blade are about to collide.

A deafening metallic clang echoed through the valley.

Everyone saw that the heavy ghost-headed sword, the moment it touched that fair palm, cracks spread from the tip of the blade, disintegrating inch by inch, turning into a shower of iron filings that shot out!

The force of Shen Mo's palm strike continued unabated, passing through the shattered blade and landing solidly on the one-eyed man's chest.

The madness and ferocity on the one-eyed man's face froze instantly.

He felt as if he had not been slapped by a hand, but rather as if he had been hit head-on by a toppled mountain.

"puff……"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

His body was thrown out by an irresistible force, flying a full ten zhang away before crashing heavily against the mountain wall with a muffled thud, and then slowly sliding down like a puddle of mud.

There was no more sound.

With the leader's death, the last fleeing bandit was also pierced through the back of the head by Shen Mo's finger pointing from afar.

Thus, the bandits of Black Wind Pass were completely wiped out.

The valley returned to deathly silence.

The overwhelming, pungent smell of blood became the only odor in this place.

Shen Mo stopped and looked around at the bloody scene.

Although it was somewhat disgusting, Shen Mo, having already entered this chaotic world, forced himself to get used to it all.

Because if you don't kill, people will kill you!

It's just cleaning up some trash, no need to be so emotional.

Shen Mo turned around, preparing to leave.

Just then.

A small hand gently tugged at the hem of his blue Taoist robe.

The force was light, yet exceptionally firm.

Shen Mo paused, looking down.

Amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a small, thin figure stood out conspicuously.

The one who grabbed him was a little girl who looked about eight or nine years old.

His clothes were tattered, and his face was covered in dust and blood.

She stood amidst the corpses scattered on the ground, with the cleaved body of a bandit lying at her feet, its entrails spilling out.

There was no fear or tears on her face.

Only his eyes were strikingly bright, with clear black and white.

Those eyes held no childlike innocence, only a deathly coldness, and a stubborn flame hidden beneath that coldness.

The girl looked up at Shen Mo.

In a clear, yet equally cold voice, she asked, word by word:

"Can you... teach me how to kill?"