Starting with The Eagle Shooting Heroes: I gain a year's worth of skill every day.

cold.

It is a cold that pierces to the bone marrow, freezing the soul into ice shards.

Silently curled up behind the rocks of the Cliff of Contemplation, his consciousness drifted in the dark depths of the sea.

Eighteen years.

He has been in this world of the Condor Heroes for a full eighteen years.

He is neither Yang Guo nor Guo Jing.

He was merely a low-ranking fire-working Taoist disciple at Chongyang Palace.

An ant that can't even get enough to eat, someone who can be trampled on by anyone.

Today, his only steamed bun was stolen, and he was kicked over.

"Useless trash! You're not even as good as a dog from the Quanzhen Sect!"

Those words still echoed in his ears.

The in charge Taoist's expressionless face and his casual remark, "To temper one's character," plunged him into this desperate situation.

On the cliff of reflection on the back mountain, one must carry water all night and is not allowed to eat.

Hunger and cold were two venomous snakes, tightly coiling around his neck and draining him of his last bit of life force.

Consciousness is being swallowed by darkness.

He never wanted this damn time-travel nonsense again…

Death may be a relief.

Just a second before his soul completely plunged into the abyss.

[Day 1: Gained a year's worth of cultivation power!]

boom!

A surge of extremely pure heat suddenly exploded deep within his parched dantian!

This surge of heat, like molten lava, instantly permeated every part of my body, burning away the chill and dispelling the hunger wherever it went.

Those hidden injuries left by years of hard work and malnutrition were forcibly repaired and smoothed out under the scouring of this force.

This is no ordinary skill developed in just one year!

This is the pure internal energy that Shen Mo has cultivated continuously for 360 days! Because it was created out of thin air and has not been contaminated by external factors, every strand of it has been refined to the extreme!

An ordinary martial artist trains arduously for a year, but in between, they need to eat, sleep, and deal with worldly affairs, leaving them with no more than a hundred days truly for cultivation. Moreover, beginners don't understand how to condense internal energy, and most of their power dissipates and is wasted invisibly.

But Shen Mo's cultivation over the past year was truly 360 days and nights of continuous practice, circulating and refining his skills in his meridians along the most perfect path!

The pure internal energy gained in this year is enough to be equivalent to the accumulation of seven or eight years of hard training by an ordinary martial artist!

Shen Mo suddenly opened his eyes!

He could clearly "see inward" that the torrent of internal energy was surging and roaring within his withered meridians.

An unprecedented sense of power filled every corner of Shen Mo's body.

At the same time, an ancient bronze mirror appeared in his mind.

The mirror surface was chaotic, deep and without light.

What is this?

He had a sudden thought and tried to investigate, but the mirror did not react at all; it simply floated silently.

Shen Mo gave up instantly.

Right now, survival is the top priority!

He slowly stood up.

Crackling sounds!

A series of rapid cracking sounds emanated from within his body; it was the sound of his bones and muscles being reshaped by internal force.

It's like being reborn!

Although he possessed immense internal strength but knew nothing of martial arts techniques, this sense of power to control his own destiny caused his heart, which had been dormant for eighteen years since his transmigration, to begin pounding like a drum.

He is no longer that useless piece of trash who can be slaughtered at will!

Just then, several deliberately lowered footsteps and voices came from below the mountain path.

"Senior Brother Wang, did that kid really freeze to death up there?"

"It's better if they're dead! Saves us the trouble of doing it."

"But what if Uncle Qiu and the others find out..."

"What are you afraid of? He's just a novice Taoist priest. Who would stand up for him? Just say he accidentally fell off the cliff. Who can trace us back? Hurry up, find the body and dispose of it cleanly. Don't leave any loose ends!"

It's them!

The third-generation disciple who stole his steamed bun, Wang Tong! Zhao Zhijing's henchman!

Shen Mo's body trembled slightly.

It wasn't an insult after all.

They really risked their lives!

A chilling killing intent burst forth from eighteen years of repression, humiliation, and resentment, transforming into tangible ferocity.

Those who deserve to die will never be let go!

This was the first rule he set for himself when he stepped into this dark world.

Since you're here to "cover up the evidence"...

Then none of you should leave.

His mind made up his mind in an instant.

Shen Mo slowly lay back down, suppressing his aura and using the internal energy he had just mastered to reduce his heartbeat and breathing to almost imperceptible levels.

He's going to pretend to be dead.

He would wait for them to get closer.

Shen Mo will make them pay a bloody price for their actions!

The mountain wind howled.

Before long, three figures appeared on the platform at the top of the cliff.

The leader was Wang Tong, followed by two burly henchmen.

"Hey, it really is here."

One of his henchmen kicked the bucket on the ground with a disdainful kick, making a dull thud.

Wang Tong slowly stepped forward and, by the moonlight, saw Shen Mo huddled behind the rock.

"Not moving at all, looks like he's really dead."

A cruel sense of pleasure appeared on Wang Tong's face.

"He was smart enough to freeze to death, saving us a lot of trouble."

Another lackey immediately flattered, "Senior Brother Wang is truly brilliant. With a simple trick, he got rid of this eyesore. That lucrative job in the kitchen will be yours from now on."

Wang Tong enjoyed the flattery and strolled over to Shen Mo's side.

He looked down at this "useless person" who usually wouldn't even dare to glance at him, and a sense of exhilaration, as if he controlled life and death, made him feel completely at ease.

"They were so fragile, they lost their lives for a steamed bun."

He raised his foot, ready to kick the "corpse" off the cliff again, just like he had during the day.

"May I be reborn into a better family in my next life..."

Before he could finish speaking...

His toes were about to touch Shen Mo's chest.

In that one ten-thousandth of a second!

one hand!

A hand that should have been cold and stiff suddenly shot out with lightning speed, almost imperceptible to the naked eye!

click!

That hand precisely gripped Wang Tong's ankle.

His five fingers tightened instantly, like a steel cage, locking his bones firmly!

"what!"

Wang Tong let out a bloodcurdling scream as if his ankle bones were being crushed!

He lowered his head in fear.

That good-for-nothing who should have died has somehow opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes were those?

There was no anger, no resentment, only a deathly silence that swallowed all light.

It's like looking at a corpse.

"You...you're not dead?!"

Wang Tong's voice was sharp and distorted with extreme fear.

His two henchmen were so terrified that they retreated in panic.

"A ghost...there's a ghost!"

There was no reply.

He simply held onto Wang Tong's ankle and slowly, inch by inch, sat up from the ground.

The pure internal energy within his dantian, comparable to the arduous cultivation of an ordinary martial artist over seven or eight years, was surging wildly into his five fingers along his arm!

strength!

That's power!

This is the kind of power a time traveler should have!

He was silent after eighteen years of this utterly miserable life; he didn't want it anymore!

"Let me go! You piece of trash!"

Wang Tong was both shocked and furious. With a sharp whistling sound, he kicked his other foot fiercely toward Shen Mo's head!

He used all his strength in that kick.

In the past, Shen Mo's head would have been kicked in the head on the spot.

but now……

Shen Mo didn't even look at the kick that came at him.

He grabbed Wang Tong's ankle and pulled him back sharply, using his waist and back muscles to stand up!

"ah--!"

Wang Tong's screams were so piercing they tore through the night sky.

He was violently pulled up from the ground by an irresistible force, his body out of control, and he was slammed to the ground in a twisted position!

boom!

The heavy impact, accompanied by the clear cracking of bones, was particularly jarring on the deathly silent cliff top.

Wang Tong's back slammed against the hard rock, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

But his greatest pain came from his legs.

The leg that Shen Mo had grabbed was bent outwards at an odd angle.

The leg bone was torn off!

"My legs! My legs!"

Wang Tong clutched his broken leg, rolling wildly on the ground and wailing, tears streaming down his face.

The other two henchmen were completely terrified.

What did they see?

That skinny, weak Taoist boy who could be blown away by a gust of wind, that good-for-nothing they bullied at will, crippled Senior Brother Wang Tong, who had been practicing Quanzhen Sect kung fu for several years, with just one hand?!

hallucinations!

This must be a hallucination!

"Attack him together! Kill him!"

One of the henchmen, finally regaining his composure, drew his machete from his waist and lunged forward with a ferocious expression.

"Kill him! He's definitely possessed by a demon!"

The other one, mustering his courage, charged forward with a clenched fist.

Shen Mo turned around and looked indifferently at the two people rushing towards him.

He doesn't know any moves.

But he possesses the refined internal energy that an ordinary martial artist could cultivate for seven or eight years!

He didn't even flinch when faced with the wood-chopping axe coming down on his head.

He simply raised his left hand and reached out to grab the blade.

The henchman grinned maliciously.

Catching a blade bare-handed?

court death!

The next second, the sinister smile on his face froze completely.

clang!

A deafening clang of metal clashing!

Sparks flew everywhere!

Shen Mo's hand was completely unharmed!

A huge nick appeared on the blade of that wood-chopping knife!

"This...this..."

The henchman's mind went blank.

Shen Mo didn't give him time to think.

He applied force with his five fingers and gently pinched.

Click!

The hard blade was forcibly crushed into a twisted lump of scrap metal in his hands!

Immediately afterwards, he gave it a casual push.

A tremendous force burst forth.

The henchman felt as if a mountain had crashed into his chest.