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Shen Mo walked step by step through the breach in the city gate that he had personally blasted open.

The cold morning wind blew in, carrying with it a thin mist and an overwhelming stench of blood.

The wind blew across his blue Taoist robe, and the river of true energy accumulated over a hundred years had temporarily dried up, but the immense power of the dragon and elephant hidden deep within his flesh and blood was still surging and roaring.

Even if his innate true energy is completely depleted, the physique forged by the eleventh level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique is still enough for him to move freely among thousands of troops. Moreover, it is only a matter of time before his true energy recovers; at most, he can regain 80% of it in half a day.

Shili Slope.

When Shen Mo's figure emerged from the morning mist, Wang Chuyi, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and the others who had been anxiously waiting all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Junior Brother Xuanmo!"

Wang Chuyi was the first to rush forward, his eyes urgently scanning Shen Mo. "Are you injured?"

Guo Jing quickly stepped forward, his honest face full of worry: "Daoist Master, there are so many Jin soldiers, how can you manage alone..."

Although Huang Rong was shocked, she suppressed her emotions and asked with concern, "Master Xuanmo, your face looks a little pale. Is it because you've overexerted your inner energy?"

The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan also gathered around, and Han Xiaoying said anxiously, "Daoist Master, do you need any medicinal herbs for healing? I have some here..."

Shen Mo felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at the concerned expressions on everyone's faces.

Although these people were shocked by his strength, their first reaction was to worry about his safety, rather than to be afraid and retreat.

"It's alright."

Shen Mo calmly shook his head, his voice still indifferent, "It's just that the true energy is greatly depleted, but it can be recovered in half a day."

Wang Chuyi was slightly relieved, but still carefully observed Shen Mo's condition.

Seeing that he had no external injuries and that his breathing, though heavy, was still steady, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Junior Brother Xuanmo, the Jin soldiers in the city..." Wang Chuyi hesitated before speaking.

"The Jin army has been defeated and there will be no pursuing troops in the short term."

Shen Mo's words were flat and emotionless.

The group exchanged glances, their hearts filled with shock, but even more so with relief at surviving such a disaster.

Wang Chuyi took a deep breath and solemnly bowed to Shen Mo.

"If it weren't for my junior brother's help today, we would all probably have perished in Zhongdu."

His tone was filled with sincere gratitude: "I will always remember this kindness."

Shen Mo waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for such formalities.

He told everyone that he would be leaving alone, as he had other important business to attend to.

Immediately, he took out a heavy bag of gold ingots from his pocket and handed it to Guo Jing.

"Use this money to settle Yang Tiexin and his wife in a safe place and find them a peaceful place to live."

Guo Jing accepted it with both hands, his eyes slightly red: "Daoist Master, your kindness and virtue are beyond measure..."

"No need for further words," Shen Mo said calmly. "Just take good care of them."

Huang Rong looked at Shen Mo, a complex expression flashing in her bright eyes.

This Taoist priest, despite possessing superhuman martial arts skills, is so kind and considerate to ordinary people.

This contrast was somewhat difficult for even her shrewd and perceptive mind to understand.

Wang Chuyi stepped forward and said sincerely, "Junior Brother, you must be careful on your journey. The Jin Kingdom will certainly not let this go."

"It's alright."

Shen Mo remained calm. "If they dare to come, we'll just kill them again."

His casual words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

But this time, they felt no fear; instead, a strange sense of peace washed over them.

With such a powerful figure protecting the Central Plains, why worry that the Jin people wouldn't retreat?

He remained silent and turned to leave.

The blue figure quickly disappeared into the distant mountain forest mist, leaving no trace.

Only when that patch of blue completely disappeared from sight did everyone turn their attention away.

Han Xiaoying said softly, "This Daoist Xuanmo is truly..."

"The greatest heroes are those who serve their country and its people," Ke Zhen'e replied in a deep voice.

Wang Chu nodded, looking towards Zhongdu, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"All I know is..." His voice was a little hoarse, "The roars and clanging of metal inside the city gates lasted for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea."

"Then……"

"The whole world fell silent."

The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.

The time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

That's the military strength of a city.

Guo Jing swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "Masters, those...those Jin soldiers in the city..."

He couldn't continue speaking halfway through his sentence.

Because a terrifying thought formed in his mind, but he dared not speak it aloud.

Huang Rong's face turned deathly pale. Her keen intuition worked frantically, piecing all the fragments together.

He blasted open the city gate with a single punch.

After a cup of tea, the whole world fell silent.

Master Xuanmo was dressed neatly, but his true energy had been greatly depleted.

The Jin army has been defeated and there will be no pursuing troops in the short term.

These fragments pieced together an answer that sent shivers down her spine.

"No...it's impossible..."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet everyone could hear it clearly.

"That's...that's the military strength of an entire city..."

Wang Chuyi's throat bobbed violently. He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't refute the conjecture at all.

Zhu Cong gave a wry smile: "What Miss Huang said is probably... the truth."

"Think about it," Quan Jinfa's voice trembled slightly as he said, "when Master Xuanmo left, although his true energy was greatly depleted, there wasn't a single drop of blood on his body. What does that mean? It means those Jin soldiers didn't even have a chance to get close to him!"

"In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea..." Nancy murmured to herself, "Thousands of Jin soldiers, just like that..."

Han Baoju gasped, "We martial artists have always considered it a hero to take on ten men, and a grandmaster to take on a hundred. But Master Xuanmo... he is..."

"Land immortals." Zhang Asheng finally uttered those four words. "Besides the legendary land immortals, I really can't think of anything else that can explain all this."

The air seemed to freeze.

A long silence fell over everyone.

They dared not ask.

I don't even dare to think about it.

Because they all knew in their hearts that if that guess was true, then inside the city gate that had been blasted open, there had been an earth-shattering massacre.

And that Taoist priest in green robes was the protagonist who created this legend.

After a long silence, Ke Zhen'e took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Let's go. Let's leave before it gets completely light. If Master Xuanmo says it's safe, then it must be safe."

The group remained silent for a long time, and in the end, no one mentioned turning back.

……

A month later.

News of the Battle of Zhongdu finally broke through the Jin Dynasty's blockade.

In an almost legendary manner, it spread throughout the Jin Dynasty, the Song Dynasty, and even the grasslands of the northern desert overnight.

The Jin Dynasty, the imperial palace.

Upon hearing the heartbreaking report from his spies, the Jin emperor accidentally smashed his most beloved mutton-fat jade cup.

His face turned deathly pale. He beheaded three generals who had survived the day and then issued a secret edict listing the words "Xuanmo" as a taboo throughout the country.

The morale of the Jin people collapsed overnight.

The Great Song Dynasty, Lin'an.

The storytellers in teahouses and taverns told the story of "the immortal in green robes who slaughtered ten thousand soldiers with a single sword" in a way that was incredibly fantastical.

Countless people flocked to the Taoist temple, erecting a longevity tablet for the unknown "Mysterious and Silent True Man," venerating him as a national protector immortal unseen in the three hundred years of the Song Dynasty.

Mongolia, the Golden Horde.

Genghis Khan Temujin dismissed everyone and sat alone in his tent for a long time. Looking at the vast starry sky outside the tent, he spoke only one sentence to his sons below.

"Remember that Taoist priest."

"He alone is an invincible army."

As various forces spared no expense in their intelligence operations, more and more fragmented details were pieced together.

The righteous deeds of the "Green-Clad Killer" in Jiangnan.

The Prince of Zhao's mansion was turned into a river of blood overnight.

At Fuxing Inn, Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, met his end.

Ultimately, a terrifying truth, confirmed simultaneously by the Imperial City Guard of the Song Dynasty and secret agents of the Jin Dynasty, struck like a thunderbolt from the heavens, resounding on the desks of all the important figures.