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

The clapper sounded for the third time.

The dull sound of wooden clubs echoed over Chang'an.

The towering walls divide the heart of the empire into one hundred and eight squares.

The streets were deserted, save for the Imperial Guards patrolling at night, their boots striking the bluestone slabs with a clear, rhythmic sound in the darkness.

Shen Mo led Yang Yuhuan to a stop in front of the gate of Xinghua Ward.

Xinghua Ward, located in the south of Chang'an City and adjacent to Zhuque Avenue, was the residence of Yang Yuhuan in Chang'an. Many officials and their families lived here, and the ward was usually quite lively. But now, in the dead of night, the ward gates were tightly shut.

A huge brass lock hung on the door bolt, its surface gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

"Master...the door is locked."

Yang Yuhuan shrank her neck, her voice still hoarse from crying.

"don’t worry."

Shen Mo released her hand and instead held her shoulder.

Lightly touch the ground with your toes.

The two of them soared vertically, clearing the three-zhang-high wall, and landed without disturbing a single fallen leaf.

Yang Yuhuan, still shaken, clutched his collar and looked up at his profile.

Under the moonlight, his face was so calm that it didn't seem like he had just killed someone.

Shen Mo released his grip and continued walking forward.

Suddenly, the ancient bronze mirror in my mind vibrated.

[Spatiotemporal channel disorder detected]

[Time required to return to the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes: three months]

Shen Mo stopped in his tracks.

Three months.

He looked up at the night sky over Chang'an, where towering buildings cast huge shadows under the moonlight.

The city was more complex than he had imagined.

Powerful figures, aristocratic families,江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world), the imperial court... countless undercurrents surge beneath the surface of this city.

He is now an outsider.

An outsider who has been trapped here for three months.

"Since we can't go back..."

Shen Mo muttered to himself, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Let's make these three months meaningful."

Shen Mo had a sudden thought and checked the Good and Evil System.

Good/Evil Points: 38100

He wasn't in a hurry to deplete his energy.

First, understand the situation in this world, then decide how to allocate resources.

Yang Yuhuan led him to a secluded residence in the ward. This was one of her vacant residences in Xinghua Ward, and no one ever came here on ordinary days.

Shen Mo placed his palm on the door lock and gently released his inner strength.

With a snap, the copper lock broke and fell to the ground.

He pushed open the door and went in, flicking his sleeve.

A strong gust of wind swept all the dust out of the house, even cleaning away the cobwebs.

Light the remaining half-burnt candle on the table.

The dim candlelight dispelled the darkness and illuminated the simple furnishings in the room.

Yang Yuhuan walked to the table and sat down, hugging her knees with both hands and burying her face in her arms.

So much happened that night.

Monsters, death, her uncle's betrayal... her mind was on the verge of collapse.

Shen Mo took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, poured out a brown pill, and handed it over.

"After eating, I can sleep well."

Yang Yuhuan didn't ask any further questions and swallowed it.

As the pill entered his stomach, a warm current rose up.

A heavy drowsiness washed over her, and she slumped onto the table, her breathing gradually becoming long and even.

Shen Mo looked at her sleeping profile and gently tapped his fingers on the table.

This young woman, in the original history, should be Yang Guifei.

But now, he has changed the course of history.

She will have a different life.

As for what kind of life it will be...

Shen Mo looked away.

That's not something he should be thinking about right now.

Just then, he frowned slightly.

Two hundred years of innate true energy circulated within his body, and his senses spread outward like a tidal wave.

Two breaths could be heard from the watchtower eighty feet to the southeast.

One hundred and twenty feet to the due north, there was an even more obscure aura.

Shen Mo turned his head, his gaze passing through the hole in the window paper to the dark night sky.

They arrived quickly.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

Three months is enough time for him to accumulate a large number of good and evil points.

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On the watchtower outside Xinghuafang.

Two men in black lay on the railing, holding binoculars, their eyes fixed on the abandoned mansion.

"He went in. He was dressed in a blue robe, his hair in a topknot, and he was with a woman. The features match."

The person on the left took out a bamboo tube from his waist.

A small black insect crawled out and spread its wings, which had fine golden patterns on them and shimmered with an eerie luster in the moonlight.

"Report this to the Prime Minister."

He flicked his finger.

The insect flew into the night sky at an astonishing speed.

Just then—

A gust of wind swept across the night sky.

puff.

The insect burst into a ball of black liquid in mid-air.

The man in black on the left froze.

He suddenly looked up towards the direction of the house.

A single candle flickered by the dilapidated window, but there was no one in sight.

"The insect is dead."

His voice trembled slightly.

"Killed?"

"I don't know... I didn't see it clearly."

The two looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

This place is a full eighty feet away from the residence.

What kind of hidden weapon can travel that far?

How can it accurately hit a flying insect?

more importantly--

They didn't even see the direction in which the attack was made.

"withdraw."

The person on the left made a decisive decision.

As assassins kept by the Right Chancellor's Office, their primary objective was to bring back intelligence alive.

The two of them stepped back at the same time.

They kept their bodies extremely low, using the cover of night to move towards the edge of the watchtower.

Just as they turned around—

A figure in cyan was already standing behind them.

"Are you in such a hurry to leave?"

A silent voice echoed in the night breeze.

The pupils of the two men in black instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

They were assassins trained by the Right Prime Minister's Office for ten years.

His lightness skill was considered top-notch in the martial arts world.

But how did this Taoist priest manage to do that?

They were only eighty feet apart, and in the blink of an eye, their opponent was already behind them!

The man in black on the left reacted extremely quickly.

With a flick of his wrist, a poisoned dagger pierced straight into Shen Mo's throat.

The people on the right attacked simultaneously.

A cloud of white powder shot out from his palm, spreading out in the air and covering an area of ​​about three feet.

The two worked together seamlessly, knowing exactly when to advance and retreat.

This is a deadly move they honed through countless life-or-death battles.

Shen Mo stood still.

The dagger pierced three inches from his throat.

stopped.

The poisoned dagger was held gently between two fingers.

A white powder wafted towards me.

But it stopped in mid-air half a foot away from Shen Mo, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

"Poison powder?"

Shen Mo glanced at the clump of suspended powder.

His gaze turned cold.

His fingers loosened, and the dagger fell to the ground.

Then he flicked his finger.

The white powder swirled back and poured into the mouth and nose of the man in black on the right.

"Ugh—!"

The man in black clutched his throat and collapsed to the ground.

His body twitched a few times, blood began to seep from his seven orifices, and then he became still.

The man in black on the left was sweating profusely.

He knew he had failed today.

Completely ruined.

"Prime Minister...which Prime Minister?"

Shen Mo asked, his voice as calm as still water.

The man in black gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Not going to tell?"

Shen Mo sighed, "Fine."

He reached out and pressed his hand on the top of the man in black's head.

A surge of innate true energy rushed into the opponent's body, rampaging through his meridians.

The man in black shuddered.

Blood began to seep from his seven orifices, and his eyes were almost bulging out.

"I'll ask one more time, which prime minister?"

"Right...Right Chancellor...Li Linfu..."

The man in black finally spoke, his voice filled with despair.

A cold glint flashed in Shen Mo's eyes.

Thank you.

As soon as he finished speaking, he applied slight pressure to his palm.

Click.

The man in black's skull shattered, his body went limp, and he was completely lifeless.

Shen Mo withdrew his hand and looked at the two corpses on the ground.

His expression was calm.

He turned and left the watchtower, his figure disappearing into the night.

Only two cold corpses remained, gradually stiffening in the moonlight.

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[Kill 2 villain]

[Gained Good/Evil Points: 200]

Current Good/Evil Points: 38300

Shen Mo looked at the prompt that appeared in his mind, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

Two assassins, only two hundred points.

It seems that the amount of good and evil points one can acquire in this world is related to the depth of the sins committed by evil people.

So...

How much is that Right Chancellor Li Linfu worth?

Shen Mo looked up in the direction of Daming Palace.

The place was brightly lit, like a sleeping giant beast.

"Three months..."

He muttered to himself.

"That's enough."