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

After leaving courtyard number 18, Shen Mo looked around and then went to courtyard number 29 where Li Zhaoxue lived, as usual.

Just as he was about to knock, the door was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

He was pulled inside.

After the door closed, Li Zhaoxue said with a charming smile, "Your Majesty knows that after leaving Consort Xiang's residence, Your Majesty will definitely come to visit me."

Shen Mo was slightly taken aback, then understood.

Liu Ruyan was known as the "Fragrant Concubine," and since she had just had an affair with her, her unique body fragrance naturally lingered on her body, which could not be hidden from Li Zhaoxue.

"I came here for two reasons: first, to continue my cultivation; and second... Wu De secretly poisoned me with a slow-acting poison."

"What?"

Li Zhaoxue's beautiful eyes widened. Shen Mo was her only hope now; he absolutely couldn't be harmed.

Shen Mo waved his hand: "There's nothing to worry about for now, but the poison will take effect in three months. At that time, Wu De will probably completely break off all pretense of civility."

Li Zhaoxue paced back and forth, her brows furrowed with worry: "What should we do? Wu De's cultivation has already reached the ninth level of Body Refinement, Your Majesty..."

"You should have realized that I can cultivate using the cold energy of the Cold Palace. Three months should be enough for me to break through this predicament, but you'll have to suffer during this time."

Shen Mo comforted him, explaining that it wasn't that he was fickle, but rather that he didn't have much time left.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhaoxue's expression gradually became serious, and she nodded emphatically:

"Your Majesty, I can distinguish between what's important and what's not. As long as we can resolve this problem with Wu De, what's wrong with waiting three months?"

"The one who truly understands me is Consort Shu."

Shen Mo said no more, and sat down on the bed with practiced ease. He cleared his mind of distractions and began to circulate the Nine Yang Divine Skill, absorbing, transforming, and refining the surrounding cold energy.

Silent all night.

It wasn't until dawn that Shen Mo stopped practicing. His dark eyes became exceptionally bright, and his aura became much stronger.

Breakthrough.

Body Refinement Level 4!

After achieving a minor mastery of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, the speed at which he absorbed cold energy almost doubled, in addition to the cold energy absorbed from Liu Ruyan's body.

With the help of both sides, we can break through the current trend!

It's astonishing to hear that in the Cold Palace, such a forbidden cultivation ground, he advanced from the first level of Body Refinement to the fourth level in just a few days, and honed his internal energy to an extremely pure and solid level.

Shen Mo raised his hand and gently stroked Li Zhaoxue's cheek: "I'm sorry to have disturbed your rest. In a few days, I'll have someone send some furniture over so you can be more comfortable."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Li Zhaoxue felt a warmth in her heart. What made her happy was not the improvement in her living conditions, but that Shen Mo always kept her in his heart.

Love is often hidden in the details.

......

People who practice martial arts have far more energy than ordinary people; they can be full of energy after sleeping for just a few hours.

Shen Mo returned to his residence and slept for only two hours before getting up early to practice his boxing in the courtyard.

He dared not waste the daytime.

Slow progress in daytime training? Then practice martial arts!

"Practicing martial arts without internal strength training will lead to nothing in old age."

"Practicing martial arts without training your skills will only lead to your neck being buried in the ground."

Shen Mo stood in a horse stance, throwing punches again and again, each swing delivered with all his might.

One hour later.

Shen Mo felt his arms were incredibly sore and swollen, so he stopped to wipe his sweat, drink some tea and rest. At the same time, he subtly glanced at the panel.

【Savage Fist: Minor Mastery (17/200)】

He nodded to himself; this was the benefit of the system.

The martial arts proficiency system, apart from the "Nine Yang Divine Skill" given at the very beginning, shouldn't randomly give out martial arts techniques later on.

but.

Every punch and every drop of sweat has yielded results, which already surpasses that of others by a large margin!

If one were to summarize it in eight words, Shen Mo would say it would be: "Heaven rewards diligence; you will surely reap the rewards!"

After a short rest, Shen Mo continued practicing his boxing. After throwing countless punches, he suddenly had a mysterious feeling, as if all his strength was concentrated in one punch.

boom!!

A fierce gust of wind whistled through the air as the punches landed!

"Not bad! He broke through to the fourth level of Body Refinement in just one night, and his fist technique has also improved. He has even touched the threshold of 'Ming Jin'."

Shen Mo turned his head and found Yang Fugui standing at the courtyard gate at some point, with a hint of approval in his eyes.

He quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and asked, "Uncle Yang, what is this 'Ming Jin' you're referring to?"

"The essence of the Body Refinement Realm lies in the concept of 'strength.' Your ability to reach the threshold of 'Ming Jin' at the fourth level of Body Refinement demonstrates astonishing comprehension!"

As Yang Fugui spoke, he walked towards the old locust tree in the corner and suddenly raised his arm and threw a punch.

The force of the punches was fierce and intimidating.

The thick tree trunk exploded on the spot, leaving a semi-circular crater on its surface.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand and seemingly lightly slapped the stone table, leaving the surface of the stone table intact.

A few breaths later.

The stone table, weighing hundreds of kilograms, developed countless cracks from the inside and collapsed into a pile of rubble.

Yang Fugui said calmly, "This is the difference between Ming Jin and An Jin. Once you can unleash An Jin, you won't be far from reaching the Blood-Moving Realm."

"Thank you for your guidance, Uncle Yang!"

Shen Mo bowed and thanked him, feeling an immense longing for the hidden power within him.

However, we must take things one step at a time. Right now, we should first develop the visible strength (明劲) before thinking about how to develop the hidden strength (暗劲).

Yang Fugui looked at Shen Mo, who was drenched in sweat as if he had just been pulled out of the river, and nodded slightly:

"Very good, you did not neglect your martial arts training because of your excellent internal strength."

"Remember, 'martial arts' and 'skills' are like a person's two legs; you can't do without either one."

As Yang Fugui spoke, he took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket: "This is a Qi and Blood Pill, which can improve muscle soreness during martial arts training and help you recover."

Shen Mo was suffering from slow recovery after practicing his boxing, and he was overjoyed when he saw the pills.

He was about to take out some silver to express his gratitude when he realized that he was penniless and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"No rush, we can give it to you when we have more money later."

Yang Fugui handed over the Qi and Blood Pill, clearly indicating that it wasn't given away for free.

Shen Mo accepted it without hesitation, a hint of curiosity rising in his heart.

"Is Uncle Yang short of money? He dresses and eats simply, and doesn't seem like he needs money."

But he won't ask.

Just as Uncle Yang wouldn't ask him how he managed to break through in such a short time through a series of fortuitous events, he wouldn't ask Uncle Yang why he was hiding in the palace.

Everyone has secrets they don't want others to know.

After Uncle Yang left, Shen Mo continued practicing his boxing and immediately took a Qi and Blood Pill.

The soreness in his arms is gradually disappearing, and there are no side effects, which is a great help to his martial arts training!

He practiced the brute force again and again.

Finally, as evening approached, "Ming Jin" appeared once again. The punch containing Ming Jin was more than 50% stronger than usual!

Days passed by.

Every night, Shen Mo would go to courtyard number eighteen to do chores and accumulate silver, before going to courtyard number twenty-nine to cultivate in seclusion.

During the day, he would stay in the courtyard and practice his martial arts diligently.

Both "Savage Fist" and "Dislocating Tendons and Bones" are progressing steadily, and the frequency of "manifest strength" being triggered is increasing.

It used to happen only a few times a day, but then it happened ten, then dozens of times a day, until this day—

boom! !

With a muffled thud, a large hole was punched into the wooden training post.

Shen Mo seemed to understand something, and continued to punch the wooden stake, wood chips flying everywhere, each punch carrying a refined and powerful force.

Finally, the entire wooden stake completely collapsed.

"It's done!"

Shen Mo gazed at his calloused fists, his heart surging with emotion.

Finally, he completely mastered Ming Jin (a type of internal energy).