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

The night was cool and still, and moonlight shone through the holes in the dilapidated temple, casting dappled silver frost.

Shen Mo sat cross-legged, his aura already perfectly harmonious and without leakage.

His seventy-seven years of internal strength were thoroughly consolidated, settling into a deep, unfathomable abyss.

Now, this force is no longer a rushing river, but a silent, deep pool, completely controlled by a silent will.

I opened my eyes; the dust inside the dilapidated temple was still in the moonlight.

A hundred meters outside the temple, every heartbeat of a wild rabbit could be clearly heard by Shen Mo.

This is the world after seventy-seven years of complete mastery of internal energy.

With a thought, Shen Mo's mind conjured up the ancient mirror interface in his head.

Name: Shen Mo (Xuanmo)

[Power Level: Seventy-seven years]

Martial Arts: Golden Goose Skill (Perfected), Quanzhen Fist Technique (Perfected), Quanzhen Sword Technique (Perfected)

Good/Evil Points: 15

There are too few points.

I spent the past month consolidating my inner strength and casually dealing with three groups of ignorant bandits, and that's how I got this little bit.

Not enough, far from enough.

Those truly top-tier martial arts skills require an astronomical number of points.

The Quanzhen Sect has a good foundation in martial arts, but its potential is too low.

Those senior brothers like Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji practiced their whole lives, but they were only mediocre at best in the martial arts world.

Shen Mo's goal is to surpass the Five Greats, or even...

Within arm's reach, everyone is an enemy!

Shen Mo's eyes turned extremely fervent.

But to achieve this goal, you must kill more villains and accumulate more points.

Shen Mo stood up, his Taoist robe fluttering without wind, the dust settling away on its own.

Not far to her side, Li Mochou was meticulously practicing the Quanzhen Sect's introductory boxing techniques, her small figure appearing exceptionally earnest in the moonlight.

Just then, Shen Mo's mind stirred slightly.

The mysterious ancient mirror in his mind began to tremble slightly without warning.

Such an unusual event is unprecedented.

His mind sank, and his consciousness instantly sank into the sea of ​​knowledge.

The once pristine and still mirror was now shrouded in a thick, impenetrable fog. The swirling fog vaguely outlined a blurry silhouette.

Her figure was slender and her curves were graceful; she was clearly a woman.

Shen Mo tried to use his consciousness to touch that mist.

hum!

The mirror vibrated again, and a chilling message flooded into his mind.

Connection established.

Without hesitation, he sent out a thought.

"Who are you?"

After a moment of deathly silence, a cold thought, carrying three parts vigilance and seven parts aloofness, echoed from the mirror.

This thought did not arise directly in his mind, but was transmitted through the ancient mirror, carrying a peculiar quality.

"And who are you? Why is this mirror in my mind's eye?"

The woman's words were elegant and formal, quite different from the spoken language of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Shen Mo did not answer her question, but instead asked her one in return.

Where are you?

The slender silhouette in the mirror seemed to freeze. A long silence followed, as if weighing its options, or perhaps on guard.

Finally, two words, traversing an unknown distance, came clearly.

"The Great Tang Dynasty, Chang'an."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mist on the mirror suddenly thickened, instantly engulfing the figure and blocking all detection. No matter how much Shen Mo tried to control his thoughts, the ancient mirror returned to its lifeless state, offering no further response.

Shenmo's consciousness withdrew from his sea of ​​consciousness.

The Tang Dynasty? Chang'an?

Is it another world?

The moment the thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed. A mirror had somehow connected two worlds!

Before Shen Mo could think about it any further...

The night wind blew back, causing the firelight inside the dilapidated temple to flicker.

A soft, rustling sound came from outside the temple.

First came the rustling of clothes, followed by the sound of synchronized footsteps, approaching from afar and eventually surrounding the small area completely.

"Clang!"

The sharp sound of an official's sword being drawn shattered the stillness of the night.

Li Mochou, who was practicing her boxing, paused, her face tensing as she looked warily toward the temple gate.

Under the moonlight, dozens of figures dressed in black blocked all exits, their official swords reflecting a chilling light.

A man stepped into the temple, his official boots crushing the withered branches on the ground.

With a gold medal hanging from his waist, his gaze, sharp as a hawk's, swept across the dilapidated temple before finally settling on Shen Mo, who sat cross-legged.

The newcomer was none other than Han Tong, one of the four great constables of the Six Doors, known as the "Wind Chaser Constable".

He pulled a scroll from his bosom, flicked his wrist, and unfolded it with a "whoosh".

His voice was devoid of any warmth, each word as sharp as iron.

"By order of the Chief Constable! Apprehend Shen Mo, the roving sorcerer from Jiaxing Prefecture!"

"Crimes: Colluding with mountain bandits to massacre over three hundred villagers in Black Wind Village and Evil Tiger Hill! Murdering imperial officials and wiping out the entire family of Qian Yong, a junior officer of the Six Doors in Jiaxing Prefecture!"

"The methods were cruel, the crimes were heinous, and they deserve to be killed without exception!"

Han Tong's voice echoed in the dilapidated temple, each word imbued with unquestionable authority.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Li Mochou's face turned red with anger. How could those bandits who were clearly murderers and robbers have become innocent villagers?

Just as she was about to step forward, a hand gently blocked her way.

Shen Mo remained silent, not even lifting his eyelids.

Han Tong abruptly snatched the document away and shouted angrily.

"You fiend! Surrender now!"

Before he could finish speaking, his body exploded!

He transformed into a black lightning bolt, rushing straight at Shen Mo. His five fingers formed claws, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming directly at Shen Mo's shoulder blades!

The Six Doors' secret technique, "Dragon-Locking Hand"!

This claw is enough to cripple an ordinary martial arts master in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Mo remained seated cross-legged.

It was as if what was rushing towards them was not a renowned detective, but a moth.

He simply raised his right hand and extended one index finger.

He pointed at the iron claw that was tearing through the air.

It's that simple.

Before Han Tong's claws could even touch Shen Mo's clothes, an incomprehensible and terrifying finger force pierced through from afar.

"Snap!"

A series of cracking sounds erupted.

Han Tong's arms were snapped backward by an invisible force, the white bones piercing through his flesh!

He was sent flying backward as if he had been hit head-on by a battering ram, crashing heavily into the beam behind him.

"boom!"

The thick beams and pillars could not withstand the weight, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly covered the entire pillar.

Han Tong slid down the pillar to the ground, collapsing like mud, spitting out blood that stained the gold medal on his chest.

Dead silence.

The dozens of elite constables outside the temple stood frozen in place, their hands gripping their knives trembling violently, their faces filled with extreme fear.

Shen Mo slowly withdrew his finger.

His gaze passed over the unconscious constable on the ground and landed on the silent figures outside the temple.

He casually picked up the arrest warrant that had fallen to the ground.

Rub two fingers together.

The document filled with "crimes" turned to dust and fell to the ground.

Shen Mo finally spoke, his voice calm yet clear enough to reach the ears of every constable.

"Go back and tell your master."

"The Six Doors have no say in the good and evil of this world."