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The official road was long and arduous, stretching from Jiaxing City to Zhongdu, the capital of the Jin Dynasty.

Shen Mo sat upright on the horse's back, letting the steed gallop beneath him. His body rose and fell slightly with the rhythm of the horse, but inside his body, a completely different scene unfolded.

The internal energy accumulated over nearly eighty-five years, after the Quanzhen Martial Arts were perfected, flowed like a torrent that had found its course, circulating endlessly on its own.

After several days of travel, enduring wind and rain, and sleeping outdoors.

On this day, as the horse's hooves trampled over a boundary marker, the surging power within Shen Mo's body suddenly halted, then burst through an invisible barrier.

His eighty-five years of skill had been completely solidified.

A mysterious premonition quietly surfaced in his heart.

When this force accumulates over a century, it may bring about a true qualitative change.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually subsided.

Ahead, the outline of a magnificent city appeared on the horizon.

Zhongdu, the capital of the Jin Dynasty.

At the city gate, heavily armed Jin soldiers guarded the area, checking passersby. Inside the city, the Han Chinese people mostly wore expressions of numbness and repression.

Shen Mo led his horse, ignoring the scrutinizing or admiring glances directed at him, and went straight into the city. Without pausing, he passed through several streets and alleys, finally stopping in front of a large inn called "Fuxing".

The Six Doors' spies had already informed Wang Chuyi and his men of their whereabouts.

He pushed open the heavy wooden door of the inn.

Inside the lobby, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere permeated the air.

Around a large table by the window sat several people: the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, Guo Jing, a middle-aged man with a weathered face, and a slender woman in red; all of them had furrowed brows.

A pretty young girl rested her chin on her hands, her bright eyes darting around as if she were plotting something.

In a corner of the main hall, a Taoist priest from the Quanzhen School sat cross-legged; it was Wang Chuyi. His eyes were closed, his face was covered with an unnatural bluish tinge, and his breathing was weak, clearly indicating that he had suffered severe internal injuries.

Shen Mo's footsteps were very light.

But the moment he stepped into the hall, Ke Zhen'e, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, turned his unseen eyes sharply toward the door.

"Duh!"

He slammed the iron staff in his hand heavily to the ground.

"Who is it?"

This sharp question instantly dispelled the gloom and despair in the room. Everyone turned to look in the direction of the voice.

When they saw who it was, they were all taken aback.

He was a young man dressed in a blue Taoist robe, carrying an ancient sword on his back. He had an otherworldly air about him, as if he did not belong to this mortal world.

The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan were taken aback at first, but then they recognized the Quanzhen Sect's standard Taoist robe and the familiar face. They all stood up.

Hearing his companion get up, Ke Zhen'e also leaned on his iron staff and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Shen Mo.

Han Baoju and others bowed deeply in respect.

"Greetings, Master Xuanmo."

The sound of "Master Xuanmo" caused the other martial artists in the hall to gasp in shock.

When Guo Jing saw Shen Mo, his face instantly lit up with immense joy. He rushed forward, so excited that he became somewhat incoherent.

"Master Xuanmo, you've arrived too!"

He pointed to Yang Tiexin behind him.

"Uncle Yang has already acknowledged me, but... but my mother and Aunt Yang, they..."

He then pointed to Wang Chuyi in the corner, his face full of anxiety.

"Master Wang was attacked by that so-called Master Lingzhi's Poison Sand Palm while trying to gather information at Prince Zhao's residence, and we're worried about how to get the antidote!"

Guo Jing's eyes reddened as he spoke.

"Master, your medical skills are superb, you must have a solution, right?"

Huang Rong watched the young Taoist priest who had suddenly appeared, her eyes darting around.

She was well-informed and had naturally heard of the newly promoted Master Xuanmo of the Quanzhen Sect. Rumors in the martial arts world said that although he was young, he was highly regarded by the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, and it was said that his internal energy cultivation had reached a state of perfection.

But rumors are just rumors.

She wanted to see if this Master Xuanmo truly possessed such abilities.

Shen Mo's senses swept over everyone, lingering for a moment on the girl who was resting her chin on her hand, before landing on Wang Chuyi.

Just one glance.

He spoke after a moment of silence.

"The Poison Sand Palm poison penetrates deep into the lungs and internal organs, and cannot be cured by ordinary antidotes."

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing and the others felt a sudden sinking feeling in their hearts.

Even Master Xuanmo said so, does that mean Master Wang is really beyond saving?

Huang Rong's bright eyes stopped moving and she curiously looked at the young Taoist who had suddenly appeared.

Under the astonished and uncertain gazes of everyone, Shen Mo strode forward and walked straight toward Wang Chuyi.

He walked up behind Wang Chuyi, without offering any further explanation, and before the other party could react, he stretched out his right hand and pressed his palm onto Wang Chuyi's "Lingtai" acupoint on his back.

Wang Chuyi's body trembled, and he subconsciously tried to use his internal energy to resist, but he found that a pure and vast Quanzhen internal energy had been poured into his body without reservation.

This internal energy, though originating from the same source as his, is a hundred times purer!

The internal energy, like a warm tide, instantly washed over all the blocked meridians in his body, forcibly enveloping the extremely poisonous cold energy that lingered in his lungs and internal organs.

Wang Chuyi's body trembled violently.

He could clearly feel that the poisonous gas, which had been lurking deep in his lungs like a malignant tumor, was being forcibly stripped away by a more powerful force.

This feeling is both painful and exhilarating!

"puff--"

He suddenly opened his mouth, and a stream of dark purple poisonous blood spurted out, landing on the ground three feet away.

"Sizzle..."

A slight corrosive sound rang out, and the hard bluestone floor was actually corroded into a shallow pit by the mouthful of poisonous blood, from which wisps of blue smoke rose.

As the poisoned blood left his body, Wang Chuyi's originally bluish-purple complexion rapidly returned to a rosy hue. He exhaled a long breath, feeling an unprecedented sense of comfort throughout his body.

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease and vitality within his body. He turned to look at Shen Mo behind him, and was completely shocked.

He performed a solemn Quanzhen Sect salute to Shen Mo.

"Junior Brother's internal energy... has reached such a high level of refinement!"

Wang Chuyi's voice trembled slightly.

"Thank you so much, junior brother, for saving my life!"

This scene left the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and others dumbfounded and speechless.

That's Wang Chuyi, one of the Seven Immortals of Quanzhen! A top master who has been famous in the martial arts world for decades!

The strange poison he was afflicted with was forced out by this young Taoist priest with a single palm strike, just when everyone was at a loss.

This... what terrifying cultivation level!

Huang Rong's eyes widened in surprise. She had seen many masters, but she had never seen anyone as young as Shen Mo who possessed such profound internal strength.

Guo Jing was so excited that he didn't know what to say. He stepped forward to bow to Shen Mo.

"Master Xuanmo, you are truly... truly..."

Shen Mo withdrew his hand, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

He turned to look out the window, towards the heavily guarded Prince Zhao's residence.

"I came to Zhongdu for the sake of the Prince Zhao's residence."

He looked around at everyone, his words silent yet clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Tonight, you will stay at the inn and not go anywhere."

He paused, then added the second half of the sentence.

"I'll go get the antidote from Prince Zhao's residence. And I'll take Wanyan Honglie's head as well."

These words shocked everyone in the room.