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

The night is still young.

Shen Mo had just returned to his residence when he received a message from a eunuch sent by Wu Xiong.

The emperor personally issued the order.

Effective immediately, the Imperial Palace is under curfew and on high alert. No one is allowed to move around after 7 PM; violators will be executed!

"What exactly happened?" Shen Mo felt a sense of unease.

The next day, news of the Prince of Yan's uprising spread like wildfire, and everyone in the palace, from the imperial concubines to the eunuchs and maids, was discussing it in secret.

Xiao Xizi found Shen Mo, her face full of worry: "Steward Shen, do you think the Prince of Yan might storm the palace?"

"This is not something you or I should worry about."

Shen Mo shook his head.

The Prince of Yan is located in the far north of the Qian Kingdom. Even if he were to conquer the land smoothly, it would still take him several months. Moreover, the Xiao family's Hundred Battles Army in the south has already set off northward.

Xiao Xizi sighed softly, "This world! The north has suffered from severe drought and locust plague for several months in a row. After these two disasters, a plague broke out, killing tens of thousands of people every day. It is said that the Prince of Yan could not stand it any longer and thus raised an army to rebel."

"Little Xizi, talking nonsense will cost you your head!"

Shen Mo lowered his voice to remind him, his expression serious.

He had also heard the rumors, and regardless of whether they were true or false, such words would be a capital offense if they were to spread.

Xiao Xizi smiled sheepishly: "I was just telling you, sir. I know what's important."

Having said that, he went to do his work.

Shen Mo stood still, feeling an invisible pressure enveloping him.

The Prince of Yan's raising of troops undoubtedly served as a wake-up call for him, showing that even staying in the cold palace was not absolutely safe.

"I need to get stronger as soon as possible!"

Shen Mo shook his head, clearing his mind of distractions and continuing his cultivation.

.......

The days passed by.

"Nine days have passed since Uncle Yang left," Shen Mo silently estimated, counting on his fingers.

For the past nine days, he has been practicing diligently and has completely mastered the hidden strength.

Whether it's the Vajra Finger or the Raging Wave Fist, it can be controlled with ease, and the "hidden strength" and "manifest strength" can be switched at will.

At the same time, he had already reached the ninth level of body refinement and could have broken through immediately if he hadn't been waiting for news from Yang Fugui.

"Who?"

Shen Mo suddenly sensed something, pushed open the door, and saw a familiar figure.

"Uncle Yang?!"

Yang Fugui was dressed in a coarse linen shirt and straw sandals, and he looked listless and dispirited.

Shen Mo quickly stepped forward, frowning, and asked, "Uncle Yang, are you injured?"

"It's alright, I'll recover after a short rest."

Yang Fugui waved his hand, carefully took out a brocade handkerchief from his bosom, and uncovered a palm-sized purple Ganoderma lucidum.

This purple Ganoderma lucidum is quite peculiar, with veins resembling human blood vessels covering its surface and a paste-like substance resembling bone marrow flowing inside, making it seem almost alive.

"Uncle Yang, you really found it?"

Shen Mo didn't know exactly what it was, but it was definitely related to improving one's physical constitution.

Unexpectedly, something that even the Liu family couldn't find with their connections and wealth was obtained by Yang Fugui in just a few days. However, it seems that he paid a considerable price to obtain this item.

"I'm lucky this time!"

Yang Fugui grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "I had only been out of the palace for a few days when I ran into that old ghost from the Western Regions and his granddaughter. I fought him and barely won by half a move, and snatched the Marrow-Condensing Purple Ganoderma that he had prepared for his granddaughter in advance."

Shen Mo's pupils suddenly contracted.

It turns out that Uncle Yang's true strength had reached the Grandmaster realm, no wonder he couldn't sense any cultivation level when returning to simplicity.

What's even more terrifying is that the old ghost from the Western Regions is a notorious killing god, the kind who ranks high even among Grandmasters. It's said that Xiao Baizhan suffered a great loss at his hands.

But now, Yang Fugui has snatched away the opportunity?!

"Uncle Yang, here are silver notes worth one million taels. I wonder if that's enough?" Shen Mo hurriedly went into the house and took out a thick stack of silver notes, which he had obtained from Liu Ruyan in advance.

"Is this enough?"

Yang Fugui didn't bother to count, but reached out and pressed on Shen Mo's left shoulder, nodding after sensing his movement.

"Very good! You haven't slacked off during my absence and have already touched the threshold of the Blood Transformation Realm. In that case, prepare to break through tonight."

"I'll leave it all to Uncle Yang's arrangements," Shen Mo nodded in agreement.

It was late at night.

Following Uncle Yang's instructions, he stuffed the entire Ning Sui Zi Zhi (a type of fungus) into his mouth and swallowed it.

This treasure is quite unique; unlike ordinary Ganoderma lucidum which is hard, it is soft like wood ear fungus.

Whether decocted or ground into powder, the medicinal power will be diminished; only by swallowing the whole medicine can the full absorption of its power be guaranteed.

"Gurgle—"

He swallowed the whole thing without a sound.

Waiting quietly.

After a few breaths, his blood and qi were completely boiling, as if a basin of cold water had been poured into hot oil.

Even more terrifying, the pain in every bone joint felt like it was being stabbed.

"Ugh—!"

Shen Mo bit down on the towel, his eyes bloodshot, and let out a beast-like roar.

This pain is ten times worse than that of the Vajra Strength Soup!

The pain was so intense that he almost fainted, but he endured it with sheer willpower. If he had fainted, he would have been completely defeated.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Shen Mo didn't even have the strength to lift a little finger. His body was covered in a layer of sticky grime, making him look as dirty as if he had just crawled out of the mud.

"Kid, you made it through."

As Yang Fugui spoke, he picked him up like a chick and threw him into the prepared Vajra Strength Soup.

Surprisingly, I didn't feel any pain during the medicated bath; in fact, I felt quite comfortable.

"Uncle Yang, I did it!"

Shen Mo gave a tired smile, feeling his strength returning and gradually rising to an unprecedented level.

The body's Qi and blood have decreased by more than 30% compared to before, but they are now ten times more concentrated!

Success! Top-tier blood-moving technique!

My physical constitution has also deteriorated from fourth-rate to third-rate, a true transformation of my body and bones!

"My efforts were not in vain!"

Uncle Yang smiled with satisfaction, yawned, and said:

"I should go back and rest now. Tomorrow I have to go out of the city to deliver the silver notes to Old Zhao. I didn't make any profit on this business trip."

"Old Zhao..."

After Uncle Yang left, Shen Mo couldn't help but wonder who this Old Zhao was, and soon he thought of someone.

Zhao Wuji!

The King of Yan was surnamed Zhao!

"It can't be that much of a coincidence, can it?"

Shen Mo frowned. If Uncle Yang was really involved with Zhao Wuji, things would be troublesome.

Even a grandmaster, though powerful, appears insignificant in the face of an army of hundreds of thousands.

Since Uncle Yang chose to hide in the palace for so many years, he probably wouldn't go against Xiao Baizhan's Hundred Battles Army for Zhao Wuji. He might just be delivering silver notes.

Thinking of this, Shen Mo relaxed a lot. After wiping himself clean, he went to bed early to sleep.

I slept until the sun was high in the sky.

He stretched and got up, only to find that Uncle Yang had already packed his luggage and was waiting in the courtyard.

"Uncle Yang!"

Shen Mo quickly dressed and came to the courtyard, only to find that Yang Fugui was full of energy and spirit, a stark contrast to his listless state the night before.

Yang Fugui spoke up: "Before I leave, I have two more martial arts techniques to teach you! Weren't you curious that day why I wasn't interested in the Dragon Elephant Purgatory Force at all?"

"Forgive my dullness, Xiao Mozi."

Shen Mo scratched his head. He hadn't figured it out then, and he still didn't understand it now.

Yang Fugui smiled calmly: "Because I have something better!"