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

child time.

The night in Jinzhongdu was so dark it was impossible to see through.

Shen Mo changed into a pure black night outfit, carried the ancient sword on his back, and blended into the deep night.

He opened the window.

The figure, like a wisp of weightless smoke, drifted out of the inn, and in a few leaps, disappeared into the shadows of the overlapping rooftops, leaving no trace.

Inside the Fuxing Inn, the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan and Guo Jing still had the pallor of being struck by that murderous intent on their faces.

They may never understand Shen Mo's Dao, but Shen Mo doesn't care.

He never needs the approval of others; as long as he believes he is right, he will keep moving forward.

He will walk this path, paved with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, alone.

The Prince Zhao's residence was brightly lit.

Above the high walls, guards stood every three steps and sentries every five, patrolling soldiers with long spears moving back and forth in an endless stream. Inside the mansion, countless experts lurked in the shadows, their auras heavy and imposing.

The entire palace was like a heavily guarded iron barrel.

A dark shadow, close to the corner of the wall, sped closer.

In the instant the two patrol teams passed each other, the dark figure lightly touched the wall with the tip of its foot, and as if it had no bones, it silently rose several feet and crossed the towering courtyard wall.

The entire process was carried out without a sound.

The sentry on the wall only saw a blur before his eyes as a night bird flew by, then everything returned to normal. He rubbed his eyes but saw nothing.

Shen Mo's figure had already landed in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion.

After perfecting the Golden Goose Technique, his movement skills had already reached a level that was unpredictable and beyond human comprehension. To him, this place, which was a den of dragons and tigers in the eyes of outsiders, was no different from his own backyard.

He didn't bother to find the courtyard where Bao Xiruo and Li Ping were being held.

Shen Mo already had a goal in mind.

He twitched his nose slightly, and a faint medicinal fragrance mixed with a hint of blood in the air was keenly detected.

Following the scent, he moved through the shadows of pavilions and towers, dodging one guard after another, and headed straight for a secluded courtyard deep within the palace.

pharmacy.

Shen Mo's figure stopped on the rooftop, and after confirming that no one was around, he quietly landed.

He pushed the door open and entered.

A rich aroma of medicinal herbs wafted over, mixed with a strange fragrance that made one's blood boil.

His senses swept across the entire pharmacy, and soon stopped in front of an inconspicuous wall.

There is a mezzanine behind the wall.

Shen Mo stretched out his finger and gently pressed it on several seemingly ordinary bricks on the wall.

"Click".

A soft click of a mechanism sounded, and the wall slowly opened inward, revealing the entrance to a dark, secret chamber.

An even richer, more exotic aroma burst forth from the sealed room.

Shen Mo stepped inside.

In the center of the secret chamber stood a huge bronze cauldron. The charcoal fire beneath the cauldron was still burning, and the ginseng soup inside was bubbling and gurgling, emanating a powerful aroma.

He walked to the cauldron and reached out to lift the heavy lid.

In an instant, a beam of blood-red light shot out from the cauldron.

Inside the cauldron, a small, blood-red snake, no more than a foot long, was coiled in the bubbling ginseng soup. It had a small fleshy crest on its head, and its golden eyes were fixed on Shen Mo, its tongue flicking in and out.

Liang Ziweng spent twenty years painstakingly raising this exotic snake with various rare medicinal herbs.

Shen Mo acted without any hesitation.

His left hand shot out with lightning speed, precisely pinching the snake's vital spot.

The little snake struggled violently, its body twisting wildly as it tried to coil around his arm, spewing out a foul-smelling venomous mist from its mouth.

Shen Mo's Quanzhen internal energy trembled slightly.

A vast and unparalleled power flowed into his arm, and the ferocious serpent instantly froze, pressed down by a mountain, unable to move any further.

He brought the snake's head to his mouth, opened his mouth, aimed at the snake's neck, and bit down directly.

Warm snake blood flowed down his throat.

boom!

A surge of intense, scorching energy exploded within him, violently washing over his limbs and all the major acupoints on his body.

Driven by this external energy, Shen Mo's internal power began to rise rapidly!

Eighty-six years!

Ninety years!

Ninety-five years!

The bottleneck that had troubled him for so long was as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of this domineering power, and was broken through in an instant!

Ninety-nine years!

He's only one step away from achieving a century's worth of skill!

Shen Mo could clearly feel the immense internal force within his body attacking the final barrier. The threshold of a century's worth of cultivation was within reach; just a little more external force was needed to break through completely.

Just as he sucked the last drop of snake blood...

"Boom!"

The stone door to the secret chamber was violently kicked open from the outside.

A tall, thin old man burst in, his face beaming with ecstasy, shouting, "My precious snake! It's finally ready!"

next second.

His shouts abruptly stopped.

The old man's expression went from extreme ecstasy to freezing in an instant, and finally turning to ashes.

He stared intently at Shen Mo, and then intently at the shriveled, limp snake carcass in Shen Mo's hand.

"My... precious snake..."

Liang Ziweng let out a shrill scream that sounded inhuman. His whole body trembled violently, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He pointed at Shen Mo with his finger as if he were a madman.

"Who...who...who are you?!"

Twenty years!

Twenty years of hard work!

To refine this precious snake, he exhausted all his savings, collected countless rare medicinal herbs, and carefully fed it every day, never daring to slack off in the slightest.

Today, he finally completed his mission and came to reap the rewards with great joy, only to witness this scene!

His precious snake was drained of its blood by a human!

Liang Ziweng's heart was bleeding, his lungs were about to burst, and he wished he could tear the man in black in front of him to pieces immediately!

Shen Mo casually tossed the snake carcass aside.

The ancient sword on his back sensed its master's intention and drew half an inch from its sheath on its own.

"Zheng—"

A clear, melodious dragon's roar echoed through the secret chamber.

He looked at Liang Ziweng, who seemed to have gone mad, and calmly uttered two words.

Thank you.

Before he could finish speaking...

A flash of sword light, incredibly fast, disappeared in an instant.

Shen Mo didn't even completely pull the sword out.

The sword has been returned to its sheath.

Liang Ziweng's mournful roar abruptly ceased, and a head flew high into the air, with blood gushing three feet high from its neck.

Shen Mo didn't even glance at the headless corpse that was slowly falling. He turned around, stepped out of the secret room, and his figure disappeared back into the deep night.

Inside the secret room, Liang Ziweng's head rolled to the ground.

Extreme anger and disbelief still lingered on that face.