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

"Congratulations, Eunuch Shen!"

Wu Deqing cleared his throat and said solemnly, "By imperial decree of the Empress, Shen Mo is hereby granted a thousand taels of gold and silver, a number of healing pills, and is permitted to enter the first floor of the Martial Pavilion once."

Imperial Palace Martial Pavilion.

It contains all kinds of martial arts techniques collected by the imperial family of the Great Qian Dynasty from all over the world. Even he, the steward of the Cold Palace, was only allowed to enter once. The "Bone-Melting Palm" that made him famous was learned from here.

"This servant thanks Your Majesty the Empress and Steward Wu."

Shen Mo quickly expressed his gratitude, and even put the Empress's name first, even though she was not present at all.

Wu De nodded in satisfaction and remarked with emotion:

"To be honest, it was our family's oversight, Eunuch Shen, you've done us a huge favor!"

After the Cold Palace incident, he was severely scolded by his uncle, who was also the chief eunuch serving the Empress.

Wu De originally thought that even if the fourth prince really defiled a concubine, the empress would suppress it with swift and decisive measures. However, he never expected that things would be different now, and the empress had no intention of indulging her son anymore.

If the Fourth Prince really succeeds, Shen Mo's head will not be enough; he'll have to add the one on his neck as well.

Shen Mo, unaware of the details, assumed Wu De was just being polite, and replied, "It's all thanks to Manager Wu's guidance!"

"You're too kind, Eunuch Shen."

Wu De glanced at Shen Mo and said, "Eunuch Shen has abundant qi and blood, and he has also absorbed the medicinal power of the Hundred Herbs Crossing the Calamity Pill. He won't need to drink any more of the Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup anymore."

Shen Mo understood the deeper meaning in his eyes, and after hesitating, said, "Then shall we do as Steward Wu says?"

The two understood each other implicitly, and neither of them revealed it.

"This is your pass to enter and leave the Cold Palace. You are now free to enter and leave the Cold Palace at any time."

Wu De left behind a black iron token and led his men away.

Shen Mo sat on the bed, deep in thought.

"Given the current situation, Wu De's attitude suggests a desire to ease tensions, but whether it's genuine or feigned... is hard to say!"

Qin Lu, wasn't he also outwardly respectful and submissive, but after lying low for a few days, he laid a trap to kill them?

Wu De, the steward of the Cold Palace, is even more cunning and treacherous than Qin Lu!

We must prepare early!

With a slight thought, the information appeared before Shen Mo's eyes.

【九阳神功：小成（1230/2000）】【龙象般若功：小成（517/2000）】【蛮拳：圆满】【分筋错骨手：大成（70/1000）】

The Barbarian Fist only has three levels: "Beginner", "Minor Success", and "Perfect".

Although it is not as exquisite as the "Dislocating Tendons and Bones" technique, this life-or-death battle proves that the "Barbarian Fist" has its merits in life-or-death combat.

The "Dislocating Tendons and Bones Technique" is more suitable for capturing enemies alive.

"Perhaps I should learn another powerful martial art."

Thinking of this, Shen Mo got up and went out.

After a long and winding journey, we finally arrived at the Martial Pavilion.

The base of the Martial Pavilion is built of bluestone, with layers of upturned eaves and corners, and the higher up the pavilion, the more precious and exquisite the martial arts techniques stored there are.

On the grand chair in front of the pavilion lay an old eunuch with an unfathomable aura, feigning sleep with his eyes closed. Only when Shen Mo approached did he slowly speak: "The eunuch of the Cold Palace, Shen Mo?"

"He is indeed a petty person."

Shen Mo handed his identity token to the other party. The old eunuch did not take it but only glanced at it and said indifferently, "Her Majesty the Empress has already sent someone to give you instructions. You can enter the first floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion and choose a martial art. You have one incense stick's time limit."

"Yes, sir!"

Shen Mo bowed slightly before entering. Unlike the display of secret manuals he had imagined, the bookshelves were filled with wooden plaques, each with an introduction to a martial art.

He skipped over those knife techniques, sword techniques, spear techniques, and so on.

the reason is simple.

In the palace, apart from the five chief eunuchs and the personal eunuchs of some important figures, even stewards like Wu De were not allowed to carry weapons.

Martial arts skills are the foundation for a eunuch of his rank to survive. Besides, if one's martial arts skills are mastered, they can also kill!

"Wind-Splitting Fist, Cloud-Sweeping Palm, Sand-Sinking Palm..."

Shen Mo was almost overwhelmed by the choices. There were no fewer than a hundred different fist and foot techniques on the first floor alone. The martial arts that could be selected for the Martial Pavilion must all have their unique features, and each one was quite good.

Suddenly, his attention was drawn to a wooden sign.

"Raging Wave Fist: The fist's power surges like a raging torrent, with layers of force building up, placing extremely high demands on the practitioner's qi and blood..."

Shen Mo's thoughts were churning, and without hesitation, he took down the wooden sign.

The old eunuch guarding the gate frowned and said, "Don't you want to reconsider? Only half the time has passed."

"No need, this is fine."

Shen Mo shook his head. This boxing style was tailor-made for him. Its approach was exactly the same as the Savage Fist, emphasizing overwhelming power.

As for the entry requirements, with the "Nine Yang Divine Skill" and "Dragon Elephant Prison Suppression Technique" as a foundation, which enhance and refine one's qi and blood, plus the numerous precious medicines he has taken, if even he cannot learn them, then very few people in the Qi Refining Realm can.

The gatekeeper eunuch stopped trying to dissuade him, took the wooden plaque to the storeroom to exchange the books, and handed them to Shen Mo: "Remember, the martial arts techniques exchanged at the Martial Pavilion must not be passed on to a second person. If discovered, the consequences will range from imprisonment to execution."

"clear."

After receiving it, Shen Mo couldn't wait to return to his residence.

After closing the courtyard gate and carefully reviewing the information, he was about to look at the details when a scene suddenly appeared before his eyes.

On a cliff by the sea, a burly man is practicing boxing.

The surging waves kept crashing in, and he punched them again and again, using his body to withstand the waves.

Year after year, day after day, through spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The screen disappeared.

Shen Mo had a strange feeling that he was the one practicing the boxing. He shook his head with a wry smile, thinking, "How could that be?"

[Raging Waves Fist: Dacheng (1/3000)]

Shen Mo was stunned. If he remembered correctly, this martial art should be called the Raging Wave Fist.

What the hell is the Raging Wave Fist?

After checking, he noticed that "Barbarian Fist" had disappeared. Upon careful recollection, he realized that the man's boxing style contained elements of Barbarian Fist, but it was based on Raging Wave Fist and had been integrated into a completely new boxing style!

"Once a martial art is perfected, it can be integrated with other martial arts?"

Shen Mo was both surprised and delighted. He thought the barbaric fist technique had come to an end, but unexpectedly a new path had appeared!

If one were to cultivate some more basic martial arts techniques, would it be possible to fuse them into even more profound martial arts techniques?

Shen Mo shook his head and gave up the idea. It was too difficult to master a martial art. If he guessed wrong, he would waste time. At least for now, he didn't have that much time to try and make mistakes.

boom--

boom--

Shen Mo unleashed the Raging Waves Fist once, the wind from his punches like thunder, its power even surpassing that of the Savage Fist. In short, his left punch dealt high damage, his right punch dealt high damage, and each punch was stronger than the last!

The drawbacks are obvious: it's too taxing, and I felt exhausted after throwing less than a hundred punches.

"Little Mozi, open the door!"

Hearing the familiar voice outside the door, Shen Mo opened the courtyard gate.

As soon as the door opened, Ning'er rushed over, hugged him, and buried her head in his chest: "Little Mozi, you're finally awake!"

"Why are you here?"

Shen Mo was somewhat surprised, but after a moment's thought, he understood. After all, she wasn't a concubine in the Cold Palace who wasn't subject to strict confinement; she must have bribed the guards to get out.

"I miss you, so I come to see you every day."

Although Ning'er's voice was soft, it sounded incredibly heavy to Shen Mo, who couldn't help but hug her tighter.