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

Shen Mo returned to the original dormitory and planned to pack his luggage, which was really just a few changes of clothes.

"Little Mozi, in the dead of night, are you packing your bags and planning to run away?" The horse-faced eunuch beside him spoke with a hint of mockery, his expression quite displeased.

Shen Mo glanced at him and remembered that the man's name was Qin Lu, and he was at the second level of Body Refinement.

The eunuchs in the Cold Palace can be roughly divided into two categories.

One group consisted of Wu De's trusted cronies, each of whom lived in a single room.

Wu De, as the steward of the Cold Palace, had already reached the ninth level of Body Refinement. His uncle had served the Empress for many years and was one of the five chief eunuchs of the Imperial Palace.

Another type is the lowly eunuchs who live crammed into large dormitories and are of no use to Wu De.

Qin Lu belonged to the latter category. He usually enjoyed extorting and making things difficult for newcomers. He was eager to curry favor with Wu De, but Wu De looked down on him at all.

Since entering the palace, Shen Mo has suffered a lot of harassment and bullying from her.

With this thought in mind, Shen Mo deliberately provoked him, saying, "Since Steward Wu has bestowed this reward upon me, I will move into a separate room from now on."

"impossible!"

Qin Lu subconsciously retorted, making quite a commotion and waking up many of the sleeping eunuchs.

He sneered and looked around at everyone: "Listen to this, little Mozi has really grown bold, daring to lie and say that Manager Wu gave him a private room!"

The surrounding eunuchs all looked doubtful.

Those who could receive a private room were either relatives of Wu De or had outstanding cultivation. Shen Mo had only been in the Cold Palace for a short time and did not fit either category, so naturally no one believed him.

Shen Mo secretly scoffed.

This group of people had a narrow vision, regarding currying favor with Wu De as a tremendous opportunity, but they failed to see the fate of the eunuch who was killed on the spot by Wu De simply for saying the wrong thing.

What they didn't know was that Wu De, who held a high position and great power, was nothing more than a dog kept by the Empress!

"I trust Xiao Mozi's character."

The one who spoke was a kind-looking eunuch named Yang Fugui, who had been in the palace for some years.

He was the only person Shen Mo treated sincerely after entering the palace.

When Shen Mo was in excruciating pain after his castration, he was on the verge of death several times. It was Yang Fugui who secretly brought him medicine.

Qin Lu turned and glared at Yang Fugui, pointing at him and saying, "Old Yang, you've been in the palace for so many years, and you actually believe this nonsense?"

"Put your hand down."

Shen Mo's tone was calm, yet it carried an imposing pressure.

Qin Lu, enraged, laughed defiantly, "I simply won't let you go, so what can you do about it?"

In an instant, several malicious gazes fell on Shen Mo. Although Qin Lu was a bad person, he had spent many years in the Cold Palace and had made quite a few friends.

After a brief period of deliberation, he made a decision.

Both were at the second level of body refinement, but he cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Skill and was confident that he could easily defeat his opponent.

Without another word, he suddenly grabbed Qin Lu in mid-air like a chick and slammed him to the ground before anyone could react.

"Ouch!"

Qin Lu cried out in pain, and everyone around was stunned by Shen Mo's sudden and ruthless actions, with no one daring to step forward to help him.

Shen Mo seemed to sense something, and with a slight thought, information that only he could see appeared before his eyes.

[Nine Yang Divine Skill: Beginner (12/50)]

【Savage Fist: Beginner (2/50)】

He awakened his martial arts skills after making the move.

As the name suggests, "barbaric fist" refers to unruly and chaotic fist and foot techniques, which emphasize brute force overcoming all other techniques.

As Shen Mo was pondering, several eunuchs living in private rooms lifted the curtain and rushed in, immediately spotting Qin Lu groaning on the ground.

The leader frowned, his tone displeased: "You little brat, making such a racket in the middle of the night, don't you know how to let others get some rest?"

"Shen Mo lied and claimed that he was given a private room by Steward Wu, and even beat someone in public!" Qin Lu covered his body and tearfully complained.

"This is completely out of line!"

Several eunuchs in the private room immediately looked hostile and subtly surrounded him, instinctively choosing to believe Qin Lu rather than Shen Mo.

The eunuchs in the dormitory all looked at Shen Mo with a bit of sympathy. He had really messed up. At best, he would get a beating; at worst, his life would be in danger.

"What brings you such a commotion in the dead of night?"

A steady voice came from the man; it was Jia Gonggong, a trusted confidant who had accompanied Wu De on his inspection tour earlier.

This man was not only a distant relative of Wu De, but also had reached the sixth level of Body Refinement. Despite his humble appearance in front of Wu De, he was quite prestigious among the eunuchs in the private rooms.

Qin Lu felt like he had seen a savior and quickly stepped forward to recount the whole story, embellishing the details.

Snapped!

A crisp slap landed directly on Qin Lu's face.

Qin Lu covered his face, looking aggrieved: "Eunuch Jia, why did you hit me?"

"I witnessed Steward Wu rewarding Eunuch Shen; tell me, shouldn't you have been beaten?"

Qin Lu froze on the spot, completely dumbfounded.

Everyone present was a seasoned veteran of the palace, and the fact that Eunuch Jia addressed Shen Mo as "Eunuch Shen" alone was enough to explain everything.

Obvious.

Wu De valued Shen Mo highly.

Qin Lu snapped out of his daze, both shocked and frightened. He immediately knelt on the ground and slapped himself in the face, saying, "Please forgive me, Eunuch Shen. I was blind and have offended you many times in the past..."

He was slapped more than twenty times in a row, his cheeks swollen high, and his speech became slurred.

Shen Mo raised his hand indifferently: "That's enough, let's not disturb others' rest."

"Thank you for your forgiveness, Eunuch Shen."

This farce has come to a temporary end.

Shen Mo had no intention of letting him go, but it wasn't the right time yet.

afterwards.

Yang Fugui pulled Shen Mo to a secluded spot outside the courtyard and asked in a low voice, "Little Mo, why does Manager Wu value you so much?"

"Uncle Yang, it's not convenient to talk about this, so please don't ask." Shen Mo looked a little embarrassed. He couldn't very well say that he was good at serving the Empress.

Yang Fugui was silent for a moment, then cautioned, "Be careful in the future. Getting on Manager Wu's ship... might not be a good thing."

"Thank you for your guidance, Uncle Yang. I understand."

A warm feeling welled up in Shen Mo's heart.

In the deep palace, everyone is driven by self-interest and scheming. It is truly rare to find someone as honest and kind as Yang Fugui, who sincerely guides newcomers.

In comparison, Wu De is utterly devoid of any sense of loyalty or righteousness.

Once he loses his usefulness, Shen Mo believes his fate will be no better than that of the eunuch who died unjustly.

Seeing that he seemed to know what was going on, Yang Fugui chuckled and comforted him, "Perhaps in the future, I'll need your help."

"Uncle Yang, you flatter me. I have always remembered your kindness in the past." Shen Mo did not make any promises about how he would repay you; a simple "I remember" was enough.

It was late at night.

Shen Mo moved into his private little bedroom, tidied up a bit, and then fell into a deep sleep wrapped in his blankets.

Having traveled to this point in just one hour, yet having teetered on the brink of life and death several times, he has finally been able to relax his tense nerves.

The next day is dawn.

Shen Mo continued to work the night shift, but was quite leisurely during the day. After what happened last night, many of the palace eunuchs became more polite to him, even somewhat ingratiating.

He never slacked off; aside from meals, he spent all his time indoors diligently cultivating his skills.

Unfortunately, without the chill of the Cold Palace, a whole day of arduous cultivation cannot compare to an hour in the Cold Palace.

Night fell in an instant.

Shen Mo arrived at the gate of the Cold Palace as scheduled. Wu De was already waiting there. When he saw him, he asked in a friendly tone, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Thank you for your concern, Steward. I am well at rest." Shen Mo bowed slightly.

Wu De leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Tonight, you will serve in Lady Liu's bedroom in courtyard number eighteen."

"I understand."

"Go."

A hint of calculation and expectation lingered in Wu De's eyes as he watched Shen Mo walk into the depths of the cold palace.

Liu Ruyan had lived in the cold palace for many years, and the cold energy accumulated in her body was thick and unpredictable. If this little Mozi could really withstand it, he would have truly struck gold.