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At first, the figure enveloped in flames was very blurry, less than three feet tall. As the technique continued to circulate, the figure gradually solidified, and the body slowly grew taller.

Finally, the figure stopped at a height of three meters, its entire body shimmering with golden light, as if a god had descended to earth.

He held the Soul-Suppressing Pearl in his hands, and although his face was still blurry, Su Mu's outline could already be seen.

Once the primordial spirit is formed, it autonomously absorbs and exhales the milky white mist in the sea of ​​consciousness, continuously strengthening its own divine soul.

However, the soul power within the white mist is thin, and even if one condenses a primordial spirit, the growth rate of the soul remains slow. If one condenses a primordial spirit in old age, the soul power will likely be exhausted, making further progress difficult.

But Su Mu was different—he was in his prime, with abundant soul power.

The moment his primordial spirit condensed, he clearly felt his divine sense surge!

Now, the area covered by his divine sense has reached a thousand feet.

However, the palace is crowded with people and eyes, including many grandmasters and even great grandmasters. One cannot use divine sense to scan indiscriminately—those with comparable soul power are very likely to notice.

Su Mu only controlled his divine sense within the library and the surrounding area.

In an instant, all the details in my perception became several times clearer than before.

It was already past midnight.

Just as he was about to withdraw his divine sense, Su Mu suddenly sensed something was wrong—the window of his original bedroom had been closed.

Since Xiao Anran "occupied" that room, the windows have always been wide open and never closed.

With a slight thought, Su Mu sent a wisp of his divine sense through the crack in the window into the room.

—The window cracks cannot be completely sealed off. Even if deliberately concealed, they can only block ordinary perception; they are useless against the soul power that has already become a primordial spirit.

"Holy crap!" As soon as his divine sense probed in, Su Mu "saw" a sensual scene.

Inside the room was a large wooden tub, about half a person's height, steaming with heat.

Xiao Anran is taking a shower.

Su Muzhen had no intention of doing so.

Just as he was about to withdraw his divine sense, Xiao Anran happened to get up and get out of the bath!

—A complete view.

Its jade-like surface was smooth and lustrous, with water droplets rolling off, revealing its curves.

Su Mu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly withdrew his consciousness.

"This isn't my fault..."

"Who takes a shower in the middle of the night... no, in the early morning?"

Su Mu's heartbeat quickened slightly, and the noodles felt hot.

It wasn't that he had any evil thoughts—in fact, his body couldn't "react" in the first place.

It's just that the visual impact is too strong.

"Damn it!" Su Mu looked down and smiled wryly.

Close your eyes, calm your mind, and suppress distracting thoughts.

"Having become a Grandmaster, becoming a Great Grandmaster shouldn't be far off."

"Once the physical body is reconstructed and the divine sense is strengthened, the entire palace will be enveloped..."

"Then you can look wherever you want, right?"

"Even a princess knows to close the door when she bathes; ordinary palace maids don't have that luxury."

"Pah! What am I even thinking!"

Su Mu shook his head and chuckled.

—This is indeed a perfect time for a bath. The night is deep and quiet, no one is around, and even the palace's experts won't casually use their divine sense to spy. A hot bath in the dead of winter is truly a pleasure.

The sky gradually brightened.

Feng Bao got up to sweep and prepare breakfast. Xiao Anran changed into neat and smart clothes and practiced the basic stance of the Drifting Sword Technique in the courtyard.

Su Mu walked out of the pavilion and went to the kitchen to cook.

After breakfast, as usual, he explained the "Martial Arts Classic" to Feng Bao. Although Feng Bao could recite it backwards, he had no experience in cultivation, and many key points still needed his guidance.

Xiao Anran noticed that Su Mu's gaze was slightly evasive. She was puzzled, but did not delve into it. She went into the pavilion to look through the books.

The day was peaceful.

As night fell, the heavy snow began again.

The wind was biting cold, and the surrounding area was completely silent.

A dark figure leaped down from the wall and silently slipped into the courtyard of the library.

Under the cover of the wind and snow, the dark figure glanced around briefly and then slipped in through an open window—the very bedroom where Xiao Anran lived, which originally belonged to Su Mu.

Su Mu had already sensed it with his divine sense.

He rushed out of the library immediately.

He could refuse to guide Xiao Anran, could refuse to help her, but he couldn't let anything happen to her here. If Xiao Anran died, Xiao Yuanhou would be furious, and his peaceful days in the library would probably be over.

"Who?!" Xiao Anran exclaimed in surprise.

This time, the visitor did not answer.

She was greeted by a fierce sword light!

The sword strike was powerful and fierce, directly knocking the longsword out of Xiao Anran's hand.

The newcomer's cultivation level was clearly superior to hers.

Xiao Anran instantly understood—the other party was coming for her.

The second sword strike followed immediately!

The sword flashed like lightning. Xiao Anran tried her best to dodge, but was still grazed by the blade. Her robes were torn, but fortunately, she was wearing a low-grade Xuan-level protective robe. Although the grade was not high, it still managed to withstand the sword strike.

—But this can only buy her a little time. A few more sword strikes and she will surely die.

Xiao Anran slumped on the edge of the bed, her pretty face deathly pale, her eyes filled with fear and despair.

Just then, a ray of golden light shone in from outside the window.

The assassin turned and swung his sword, the hazy yellow sword energy slashing towards the golden light.

Before the golden light dissipated, it split in two, crisscrossing left and right, aiming straight for the assassin's shoulders!

Although the assassin was also protected by precious armor, the golden light pierced through the armor and penetrated into his shoulder!

"How can this sword energy be so strong?" the assassin thought in shock.

The last time it attacked, golden light also broke through his fist's energy. Although it seemed extraordinary then, it was far less formidable than today.

—Last time it was condensed from true qi, this time it is true essence!

"Even if it's true essence sword energy, it shouldn't be this strong!" The assassin in black was astonished.

His black robe was a mid-grade Xuan-level inner armor, which would be extremely difficult for ordinary Grandmaster sword energy to penetrate. Unless... he was a Grandmaster?

No, it's impossible.

The assassin's divine sense had already scanned Su Mu—though he couldn't fully ascertain his identity, he was certain that Su Mu was not a Grandmaster.

Grandmaster sword energy and true essence are fundamentally different. However, what the assassin didn't know was that Su Mu's true essence possessed an imperial aura, making it inherently domineering and unparalleled. Moreover, Su Mu wielded the Xuan-rank superior-grade sword "Golden Rainbow," and his technique was the Xuan-rank superior-grade sword skill "Instant Light Sword Technique"!

With multiple layers, it is not impossible to penetrate a mid-grade Xuan-level inner armor.

The assassin had been wounded in both shoulders, and the sword energy was raging within his body. He knew he could not stay any longer.

"Stop! It's one of our own!" the assassin shouted urgently, bursting through the door.

He had originally planned to kill Xiao Anran first, and then find an opportunity to "talk" with Su Mu. Including himself, everyone in "God's Judgment" assumed Su Mu had already read the letter. Who would have thought Su Mu would use such ruthless force against "his own people," and that his strength was so terrifying!

The assassin fled in a sorry state. Xiao Anran slumped onto the couch, drenched in cold sweat.

"That was close..." she gasped, still catching her breath.

"One of our own?" Xiao Anran was filled with confusion.

She gripped her longsword tightly and cautiously pushed open the door to go out.

Feng Bao also came out of the room upon hearing the noise, and upon seeing the situation, he wanted to speak.

"Princess..."

"Shut up! Get out of here!" Xiao Anran shouted at Feng Bao. Even though she was bold, she didn't dare to go to the backyard alone at this moment—she was really frightened by that sword strike just now.

Why did he want to kill me?

"Is he really one of Xiao Suzi's men?"

Xiao Anran stared warily at the dark courtyard, her mind racing.

She had not cultivated her spiritual senses, so she could not see the situation in the courtyard clearly in the darkness of night, and only felt a deathly silence.

In fact, the battle was already over.

When masters clash, if neither holds back, life and death can be decided in an instant.

The moment the assassin in black swept into the courtyard, Su Mu had already used the "Phantom Step" to close the distance. Before the assassin could react, Su Mu grabbed his throat with one hand, channeling his true energy to seal his meridians and acupoints.

He immediately grabbed the assassin and slipped back to the second floor of the library.

At this moment, Su Mu is using the Soul-Suppressing Technique to probe the assassin's memories.

This person's spirit is not weak, but it is far inferior to Su Mu's.

Under the soul search, a great deal of information emerged.