The eunuch in the cold palace: You get the Nine Yang Divine Skill right from the start!

Qin Lu is dead.

The corpse was hunched over like a shrimp, its neck and head twisted into a bizarre arc, a truly gruesome death.

It is easy to tell from his distorted expression that he had suffered greatly before his death.

"Tsk, that's what they call 'the wicked will get their just desserts'!"

"Heaven has eyes."

Shh! Lest you get into trouble.

The eunuchs discussed amongst themselves until Wu De appeared with several trusted eunuchs, at which point everyone fell silent, trembling with fear.

"After the ghost market closed yesterday, someone found this fellow near a corner of the wall, and then he was taken to Anle Hall and left there overnight. Do any of you have any leads?"

Wu De stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

When the camera panned to Shen Mo, it paused for a long time.

The eunuchs all shook their heads, indicating they knew nothing. Wu De walked up to Shen Mo and said with a slight smile, "Little Mo, do you have any clues?"

Qin Lu's death was insignificant.

However, everyone knew about the feud between Shen Mo and Qin Lu, which perfectly matched the motive for murder.

According to the autopsy conducted by Anletang, Qin Lu was struck in the back by a punch containing Ming Jin (a type of internal force). If Shen Mo is the perpetrator, then he should be wary of him.

Shen Mo looked blank at first, then frowned and shook his head: "Xiao Luzi did come to see me yesterday, wanting to take me to the Ghost Market, but I was too busy with official duties and spent the whole night serving in the Cold Palace."

Wu De nodded slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

Before coming here, he had asked the eunuch guarding the Cold Palace, and Shen Mo did indeed come out of the Cold Palace at dawn.

Furthermore, when Shen Mo sparred with the eunuchs five days ago, his cultivation level was at most the third level of Body Refinement, and he had not yet cultivated Ming Jin.

It's only been a few days?

To kill Qin Lu so easily, even by a sneak attack, one would need to be at least at the fifth level of Body Refinement!

"Little Mozi, of course we believe you."

Wu De patted Shen Mo's shoulder with a smile, taking the opportunity to circulate his internal energy and test his senses.

Two breaths later.

Wu De moved his hand away, thinking to himself:

This young man's qi and blood are undoubtedly at the third level of body refinement, and even somewhat weak, probably due to his long-term entanglement with Liu Ruyan because of his lust for beauty.

He was inwardly disdainful, but outwardly he said in a friendly manner:

"Qin Lu is utterly useless; his death is no great loss! Little Mozi, we have high hopes for you. Remember to drink your daily tonic soup and take care of yourself!"

"Thank you for your kindness, Steward. The medicinal soup you bestowed is so nourishing and invigorating; I can't get enough of it every day."

Shen Mo clasped his hands in gratitude, his face full of thanks.

Wu De nodded and said to his men, "Take this useless corpse away and bury it; it's bad luck."

The courtyard returned to calm.

Many eunuchs were discussing Qin Lu's death, and laughter could be heard from time to time, creating a cheerful atmosphere.

Shen Mo felt anxious and repressed inside.

This incident proved that Wu De had never let his guard down. If he hadn't reversed the Dragon Elephant Suppressing Prison Force to lower his cultivation level, he really wouldn't know how he would have ended up like this.

He thought to himself, "Before reaching the ninth level of Body Refinement, I must not reveal my strength to anyone!"

Of course, Uncle Yang is an exception.

Uncle Yang's true strength is probably at least at the late stage of the Blood Transformation Realm, or even higher!

"Well done, you didn't leave any evidence against you."

Yang Fugui lowered his voice and quietly handed over a packet of medicinal herbs:

"This is a medicinal prescription that I obtained during my travels in the martial arts world in my early years. It is called 'Vajra Strengthening Soup'."

After simmering for an hour, pour the liquid into a bathtub, fill it with hot water, and sit inside to absorb the medicinal properties. Combined with body-refining exercises, it has remarkable effects.

Old Yang actually had such a good thing hidden away?

He understands the rules.

Shen Mo quickly and respectfully handed over a gold ingot: "Uncle Yang, please accept this."

"Not enough." Yang Fugui didn't take it, he just shook his head.

Shen Mo asked in surprise, "This medicine is so expensive?"

This gold ingot is worth fifty taels, which is equivalent to five hundred taels of silver!

Yang Fugui laughed and said, "The key ingredient is the five-year-old precious herb, Crimson Cloud Vine, supplemented with more than ten kinds of rare medicinal herbs. Do you think it's expensive or not?"

"A precious medicine? Crimson Vine?"

"Precious medicine and precious fish are both treasures that greatly aid martial arts practitioners in their cultivation. The older they are, the rarer they become. If combined with a suitable prescription, their medicinal effects can be enhanced even further."

Shen Mo suddenly realized what was going on, took out another gold and silver ingot, and said, "I was ignorant, Uncle Yang, please don't be offended."

"That's too much; a hundred taels of gold will suffice."

Yang Fugui was about to return the silver ingot when Shen Mo stopped him, saying, "Uncle Yang treats me like a disciple. What is this little bit of silver? I will also offer you the 'Dragon Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique' with both hands."

"I'll accept the silver, but I'll pass on the cultivation technique; it won't be of much use to me."

Yang Fugui accepted the silver and said earnestly, "Little Mozi, as the saying goes, 'the poor study literature, the rich study martial arts.' I see that your talent is only fourth-rate. You will have to pay a higher price and make more effort than others in the future!"

He waited quietly, trying to see a hint of hesitation, retreat, or abandonment in Shen Mo's eyes.

Shen Mo chuckled softly, his posture ramrod straight, his eyes gleaming: "If you lack talent, then keep repeating! Since you're not a genius, take it one step at a time."

From the moment he transmigrated, he knew that his innate constitution was not good.

There are five levels of innate talent, from high to low. Fourth-level talent can only be considered mediocre.

But so what?

Heaven rewards diligence; you will surely reap the rewards!

"Good lad! You've got quite a bit of my former glory!"

Yang Fugui was so excited that his face turned red, and he patted Shen Mo's shoulder hard.

"Uncle Yang, farewell."

Shen Mo returned to his small courtyard, and as soon as he closed the door, he grimaced and rubbed his shoulder.

Old Yang, he doesn't hold back when he hits; I almost got smashed to pieces by his casual slap.

Take a short rest.

Shen Mo washed the clay pot and prepared the medicine. He took out the Dragon Elephant Prison Suppressing Force, tore off pieces one by one, and threw them into the fire, which burned brighter and brighter.

"This skill cannot be sold to others; keeping it will only bring trouble, not fortune. It's better to burn it."

An hour later, the courtyard was filled with the fragrance of medicine.

After the thick medicinal soup was poured into the scalding hot bath, the water turned dark red, resembling a pool of blood.

Shen Mo made up his mind, took off his clothes, and sat in the tub.

"hiss--"

He gasped for breath and instinctively tried to get up.

If it were just ordinary boiling water, it would be bearable, but after adding the medicinal soup, it was like magma. The domineering and hot medicinal power penetrated into the body through every pore, hammering every inch of the skin.

Shen Mo gritted his teeth, pressed his arms firmly against his thighs, and unconsciously tensed all his muscles as he silently circulated the Dragon Elephant Suppressing Prison Force.

During this time, he wanted to give up countless times, but the thought of the ambition he had told Uncle Yang made him give up the idea.

"If you can't even endure this little bit of hardship, what's the point of talking about making an effort?"

Shen Mo gritted his teeth and endured it, every minute and second felt exceptionally long.

Fifteen minutes later, the pain gradually disappeared, and the medicinal power in the red medicine was gradually absorbed, turning into black wastewater full of impurities.

【Dragon Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique: Beginner (48/50)】

Shen Mo was covered in sweat, his body as red as a ripe shrimp, and he felt quite gratified after reading the message.

At least, the suffering wasn't in vain.

Unlike the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which is aided by the cold energy of the Cold Palace, last night when I practiced the Dragon Elephant Suppressing Prison Force, I only gained five points of progress. However, after soaking in the Vajra Strengthening Soup once, I gained more than forty points.

He also made great progress in his cultivation. Shen Mo could feel that his blood and qi had become much more abundant, and he was not far from the sixth level of body refinement.