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

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be injured like this. If you really left this world, Ning'er wouldn't live either."

Ning'er choked up as she spoke, her nose stinging whenever she thought of Shen Mo's miserable state.

Shen Mo smiled and wiped away her tears, saying, "Don't talk about these sad things. I'm fine now. It won't look good if you cry anymore."

"It's all your fault. Do you know how many tears I've shed these past few days?"

Ning'er pursed her lips and clenched her fists, but the force she used was more like a coquettish act.

Shen Mo coaxed her for a long time before finally calming her down.

Ning'er was initially very happy, but suddenly something occurred to her, and she asked worriedly, "Little Mozi, do you think that Four Turtles will come back in a month?"

"Hush! Be careful what you say."

Shen Mo quickly reminded them that if these words were overheard by someone with ulterior motives and reached the ears of those above, they would be in grave danger.

Ning'er said indignantly, "That's right! He even had the audacity to call you a little turtle. He's the one who's just like a turtle, hiding in the back. If you're so capable, fight him yourself and see if you don't beat him to a pulp."

Shen Mo was both amused and exasperated.

Thinking about it carefully, what he said makes sense. What a load of bull that he is, a fourth prince who just takes advantage of his good parents to bully others.

After thinking it over, he shook his head: "It shouldn't happen in the next month or two, but it's hard to say after that."

These scumbags always forget the pain once the wound has healed.

If Chu Feng were to harbor thoughts of revenge, he would be the first to cause trouble for me, so I must be on guard.

"I've got it! We can go to the Eldest Princess. Chu Feng is like a mouse seeing a cat whenever he sees her."

Ning'er's eyes lit up.

Shen Mo had long heard that this arrogant fourth prince probably only had three people, one of whom was his aunt, Princess Le Yao.

"By the way, Ning'er, tell me in detail what happened next."

Shen Mo was quite curious, and Uncle Yang only knew the general idea, so he only told him the general idea.

Ning'er then recounted everything in great detail.

Shen Mo's expression froze for a moment, then he quickly asked, "You mean, she specifically asked you about the origin of the hairpin?"

"Yes, did she also think the hairpin was pretty? By the way, after she found out it was a gift from you, she seemed to be smiling faintly."

Shen Mo shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking to himself:

"Silly Ning'er, as a princess, what kind of precious jewelry hasn't she seen? She recognized my identity!"

"If I'm not mistaken, the eldest princess is the mysterious owner of the ghost market. No wonder she can host such a gathering in the palace; she's the emperor's own sister!"

Ning'er blushed slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and she said softly, "Little Mozi, it's been several days since we've been intimate. Why don't we do it here with you..."

"As you wish."

Shen Mo closed and locked the courtyard gate, then carried Ning'er into the house in his arms.

After an incense stick has burned.

The clouds have dispersed and the rain has stopped.

During this time, Shen Mo tried several times to use the Nine Yang Divine Skill to turn back, but ultimately gave up.

Perhaps it stems from that pride, but right now... it's still too insignificant. For the first time, it definitely needs to be done in the best possible condition to be perfect.

Seeing Shen Mo deep in thought, Ning'er asked shyly, "Little Mo, do you still want more?"

"You greedy little girl, haven't I fed you enough yet?" Shen Mo reached out and flicked her nose with his finger.

"You don't have any, how are you going to feed me?"

Ning'er answered instinctively, but Shen Mo remained silent.

"Xiao Mozi, I... I was just saying it casually, please don't take it to heart. Actually, Ning'er is already very satisfied with this."

She thought she had unintentionally hurt Shen Mo, so she quickly tried to make amends.

Shen Mo smiled.

He's not a real eunuch, so how could he be hurt by those words?

"Ning'er, if I were to say, if I were to become a man again, would you be willing to give yourself to me?"

"Xiao Mozi is an idiot!"

Ning'er stuck out her tongue, gazing at Shen Mo with deep affection in her eyes: "My heart has long been completely devoted to you, of course I'm willing, I couldn't ask for more!"

Shen Mo affectionately ruffled her hair, silently setting a small goal in his heart.

Once we've rallied, the first thing we'll do is take down Ning'er!

Perhaps it was because of their similar social status, or perhaps because she had never been with a man before, Ning'er was as pure as a flawless piece of jade. Being with her was the most comfortable and pure.

After a few more tender moments, Shen Mo escorted Ning'er to the entrance of the Cold Palace and then returned to the tenement.

In the corner of the courtyard, Yang Fugui was chopping firewood. Without turning his head, he said, "You're here?"

"Um!"

Shen Mo approached him and whispered, "Uncle Yang, I plan to make my move in the next few days!"

"Have you thought it through? Wu De has been immersed in the ninth level of Body Refinement for many years, while you have only just stepped into the eighth level of Body Refinement. You should understand that I will not interfere in this battle."

Yang Fugui suddenly stopped chopping wood and turned to ask a question.

Shen Mo nodded seriously and said, "I've thought it over carefully. Rather than passively responding, it's better to take the initiative, the sooner the better!"

He knew perfectly well that Uncle Yang wouldn't interfere.

Wu De was a test given to him by Uncle Yang. If Wu De could not kill on his own, how could he go on to see a wider world?

"Uncle Yang, please come with me."

Shen Mo led Uncle Yang back to the courtyard, closed the door, and asked, "Uncle Yang, what do you think my chances of winning are?"

"At most 60%!"

After a moment of deep thought, Yang Fugui gave an extremely fair figure.

Although Shen Mo possessed considerable internal strength, Wu De was ultimately a level higher, not to mention that the opponent might have some hidden tricks up his sleeve.

A 60% chance of winning is already an ideal scenario.

"Please give me some pointers, Uncle Yang."

Shen Mo did not refute, but simply performed the Raging Waves Fist in its entirety.

Uncle Yang's expression was initially calm, as if it were just the same old brutal punches. But as the force of his punches increased, his expression finally changed slightly.

"Uncle Yang, I'm sorry to have made a fool of myself!"

After finishing the entire routine, Shen Mo clasped his hands in a fist and bowed.

Yang Fugui exclaimed, "This fist style is quite similar to the 'Raging Wave Fist' of the East China Sea pirate gang, incorporating the essence of your original fist technique. The fist is like endless raging waves; you've hidden it so well!"

The original brute fist was completely chaotic, but this new fist technique was remarkable, turning the disadvantages of the brute fist into advantages, and even he couldn't help but praise it.

"By the Empress's gift, I obtained a fist technique called 'Raging Wave Fist' from the Martial Pavilion. I observed that its fist intent was quite similar to my Savage Fist, so I combined it to create a new fist technique."

Shen Mo uttered the explanation he had already prepared: the system was his biggest secret, one that even Uncle Yang could not tell him.

"Body Refinement Realm, fusion of martial arts..." Uncle Yang paused, his expression complex, and said, "Although your aptitude is poor, your comprehension is astonishing. Perhaps this is Heaven's compensation for you."

Shen Mo asked again, "Uncle Yang, what do you think my chances of winning are now?"

"Eighty percent!"

Uncle Yang judged that with the power of this new set of boxing techniques, Wu De's Bone-Melting Palm would be difficult to resist.

"What if I launch a surprise attack?"

Shen Mo believed that Wu De was wary of him, but he never expected that he would make a move against him right after Wu De had recovered from his serious injuries and had just shown goodwill.

"Ninety percent!" Uncle Yang commented again.

"That's enough."

Shen Mo didn't want to wait any longer.

Old grudges and new hatreds, it's time to put an end to them.