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

Shen Mo rode his horse toward the palace, intending to leave the horse at the Imperial Stables so he could ride it again the next time he left the palace.

Just as they were about to arrive after turning two more corners and walking a short distance, two people on horseback came towards them.

The two people, a man and a woman, were both in their early twenties.

They were all dressed in long black brocade robes, with the legendary mythical beast Xie Zhi, which could distinguish good from evil, embroidered in the center of their chests. They wore gilded and jade-inlaid belts around their waists and hung divine constable badges.

"The Divine Arrest Bureau"

He pondered silently about his memories.

This is a police agency with a government background, but it is composed of many martial arts practitioners with clean backgrounds. When they encounter cases that are difficult for government constables, they will hand them over to them for handling.

"Whoa—"

Lü Zhang reined in the horse and took out a portrait: "Have you ever seen this person?"

He came in with an arrogant and overbearing attitude.

Shen Mo frowned slightly, glanced at the portrait, and was suddenly shocked.

The portrait bears a striking resemblance to the old shepherd at the inn, suggesting that the old man must have disguised himself.

Even so, he remained calm and silent.

Lu Zhang sneered and threatened, "We are constables from the Divine Arrest Bureau. If you know anything and don't report it..."

"Junior brother, how dare you be so rude!"

Ling Shuang glared at Lü Zhang, then said calmly to Shen Mo, "This man is extremely wicked. If you have any information, you should inform us. The Divine Arrest Bureau will reward you afterwards."

She noticed the strange look in Shen Mo's eyes as he looked at the portrait, so she was certain that he knew something.

"Not interested."

Shen Mo shook his head and was about to move forward.

They have no shortage of gold and silver right now, so it's better to avoid trouble. Catching criminals is the duty of the Divine Arrest Bureau, and it's none of his business.

"Blood Yang Pills! How about I give you two Blood Yang Pills afterward?"

Ling Shuang gritted her teeth and quickly called out.

Shen Mo pulled on the reins.

If I remember correctly, this pill can greatly increase the cultivation speed of martial artists in the Blood Transformation Realm. It is a special product of the Divine Catcher Sect and is strictly controlled. If the constables of the sect want to earn it, they can only take on some extremely dangerous missions.

Lu Zhang exclaimed, "Senior Sister, are you crazy? The bounty is only ten Blood Yang Pills in total."

"Junior brother, that old devil Li is extremely dangerous. We've been hunting him for days; we absolutely cannot let him escape this time!"

Ling Shuang's eyes revealed determination.

Not only for the reward, but also to fight against evil and uphold justice.

Shen Mo couldn't help but take a closer look at the female constable, and then said, "He appeared at Yuelai Inn a quarter of an hour ago."

"drive!"

Lü Zhang immediately rode off, fearing that if he was a step too slow, he would lose the reward.

Ling Shuang pressed Shen Mo, who had already departed, for answers:

"Who are you? Where can I find you afterward?"

"The steward of the Cold Palace, Shen Mo."

Ling Shuang was slightly taken aback, not expecting this person to have such a special identity. Without having time to think further, she quickly rode off to catch up with her junior brother.

Not long after.

Shen Mo could already see the gates of the imperial city when he suddenly pulled on the reins.

He pondered all the way and concluded that even if the two constables from the Divine Arrest Bureau joined forces, they might not be a match for the shepherd.

It doesn't matter if they die, who wants the Blood Yang Pill?

"drive!!"

Shen Mo turned his horse around and gave chase.

Yuelai Inn.

With several carefully cultivated "sheep" destroyed, Li Feng was truly enraged. He not only killed the waiter but also slaughtered the entire Yue Lai Inn.

The scene was littered with corpses.

Lu Zhang, who arrived first, roared in anger upon seeing the scene, "Old ghost Li, how dare you commit murder right under the emperor's nose?"

"I can just disguise myself and escape afterwards, right? It's really disrespectful of the Divine Arrest Bureau to send a young cop like you."

Before he finished speaking, Li Feng had already lashed out with his long whip, the tip of which, like a venomous snake, aimed straight for Lü Feng's face.

Lu Zhang was prepared and drew his knife to strike, but the whip suddenly turned in mid-air and wrapped tightly around his neck several times.

"ah--"

With a sudden burst of strength, Li Feng's whip snapped the neck, and a perfectly healthy head rolled off.

"Junior brother!"

Ling Shuang, who rushed over, was horrified when she saw this scene.

She knew her junior brother's weakness of being ambitious and eager for quick success, but the two had already worked together on many cases. Who would have thought that she would be killed by Old Ghost Li in just one encounter?

Both of them underestimated Li Laogui's strength. Li Laogui had been hiding his true strength, and his true realm had reached the late stage of Blood Transformation. His whip technique was even more unpredictable.

Even when the two of them joined forces, they were no match for each other!

"Hmph, trying to escape?"

Li Feng sneered, and with a sudden burst of strength in his wrist, the whip lashed out at Ling Shuang with a whooshing sound.

Ling Shuang drew her sword and feinted a slash, only to see the whip change direction in mid-air once again. Fortunately, she had anticipated this and her sword blade also turned to slash.

Boom!

"What?"

Ling Shuang couldn't believe it; her embroidered spring knife struck with all its might, yet the whip remained completely unharmed.

Not only that.

The black whip seemed to come alive, wrapping itself around the blade, snatching the Embroidered Spring Blade from her hand, and then slashing it back.

Ling Shuang fell off her horse, but she was still a step too slow, and a bloody gash appeared on her shoulder.

"die!!"

Li Feng let out a cold shout, his black whip wrapped around his embroidered spring knife, and he unleashed a second strike.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Ling Shuang had no way to dodge and could only watch helplessly as the blade came hurtling towards her. There was no fear of death in her eyes, only resentment.

In an instant.

She felt someone grab her chest and turn her head to see that Shen Mo had just managed to grab her by bending down and pulling her up from under the horse's flanks at the last moment.

Clang!

The embroidered spring knife fell to the ground.

Li Feng recognized Shen Mo and squinted, saying, "It's you again, young man. Why bother with other people's business?"

"Quickly! He's at the late stage of Blood Transformation cultivation," Ling Shuang hurriedly reminded him.

Shen Mo shook his head and said, "I can't have made this trip for nothing, but things are different now. All ten Blood Yang Pills are mine."

Ling Shuang was taken aback upon hearing this.

She sensed that Shen Mo's aura was no longer concealed. He was also at the early stage of Blood Transformation, so how could he possibly contend with the late-stage Blood Transformation Elder Li?

Would you risk your life for the Blood Yang Pill?

Li Feng's voice was icy cold: "Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

call out!

The whip slashed through the air and struck in an instant.

Shen Mo neither dodged nor flinched, nor did he use any fancy moves; he simply extended his right hand and firmly gripped the whip.

"What? What kind of body-refining secret technique are you practicing?"

Li Feng was dumbfounded at first, but quickly realized what was happening and tried to retract the whip, but it felt as if he was holding a huge Buddha weighing ten thousand pounds. The whip was taut and he couldn't budge it at all.

In response, Shen Mo suddenly yanked him, pulling him and the whip along with him.

Li Feng frantically tried to use his hand-to-hand combat skills, but this punch destroyed him like a tumbleweed. His arm was broken, and the force of the punch landed on his chest.

"ah--"

With a scream, Li Feng was sent flying like a sandbag, and Shen Mo arrived just as he hit the ground.

Another punch.

Li Feng's cheeks were sunken, as if someone had stepped into a sand pit, and he was barely breathing.

The raging waves and powerful punches rained down relentlessly like a storm.

In no time, his entire head turned into a mushy mess.

Ling Shuang swallowed hard and whispered a reminder, "Um, he seems to be dead."

"I suspect he's faking his death!"

As he spoke, Shen Mo delivered another heavy punch.

This punch created a crater in the mud and the ground.

This old man's animal-creating technique is too wicked; who knows if he has any tricks up his sleeve? We have to be ruthless.

"That should be fine now."

Shen Mo wiped the bloodstains on Li Feng's clothes, then suddenly remembered something and said worriedly, "He's been beaten like this, he should still be able to claim the reward, right?"