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

Its daybreak.

The first rays of morning light pierced through the hole in the window, casting dappled patterns of light on the floor.

Yang Yuhuan opened her eyes, momentarily lost in thought.

The air was filled with the cool scent of sandalwood, not the stench of yesterday's blood.

He was covered with a blue Taoist robe that still carried the warmth of the man's body.

The unfamiliar touch and smell reminded her that her life had been completely turned upside down.

The soft, rhythmic sound of pages turning came from the courtyard.

Yang Yuhuan quickly stood up, and the Taoist robe that was too big for her slipped off her shoulders. She hurriedly grabbed it and walked to the door.

In the morning light, Shen Mo was sitting at the stone table, holding a book with a black cover in his hands.

She took a deep breath, walked to the simple stove in the corner, and began to clumsily start a fire and wash the rice.

Those delicate hands, which should have been used for playing the zither and painting, and whose fingers never touched the water, were soon stained black with stove ash.

The thick smoke made her cough incessantly, and tears mixed with soot from the stove left several messy black streaks on her fair face.

Shen Mo raised his head.

His indifferent gaze fell upon her embarrassed figure.

Yang Yuhuan lowered her head subconsciously, her voice soft: "Daoist Master... I... I want to make you some breakfast."

Shen Mo didn't speak, he just watched her quietly.

That little face smeared with soot, those stubborn eyes reddened by embarrassment and smoke, stirred a long-forgotten corner of his heart with a slight pang.

The mirror in my mind lights up at the right time.

[Received a kind response from Yang Yuhuan, +1 Good/Evil Point]

Shen Mo's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

This insignificant 1 point is nothing compared to the thousands upon thousands of blood debts on the ledger.

But this feeling... isn't bad.

His gaze returned to the ledger, where the densely packed names were the true source of the good and evil points.

Breakfast was a complete mess.

The rice porridge was undercooked and had a strong burnt smell.

Yang Yuhuan stood there helplessly, holding the bowl, her eyes instantly reddening, hot tears welling up in her eyes.

She felt utterly useless, unable to even do such a small thing right.

Shen Mo reached out and calmly took the bowl of porridge.

Without the slightest hesitation, he began to eat without changing his expression.

They ate very slowly and attentively.

Finally, he scraped off the burnt rice crust at the bottom of the bowl and put it in his mouth, leaving not a single grain of rice.

Yang Yuhuan stared blankly, the tears welling in her eyes finally being forced back by a warm current.

"Starting today, stay in the yard and don't go anywhere."

Shen Mo put down the bowl, his voice returning to its usual coldness.

"Yes, Daoist Master." Yang Yuhuan nodded obediently.

Shen Mo stood up, his gaze passing over the courtyard wall to the vermilion towers and green tiles of Chang'an City.

The last trace of warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by indifference and chilling indifference, as if he were looking down upon a sinful land awaiting purification.

"Time to harvest the next batch."

---

The Ministry of Revenue was shrouded in gloom.

Right Chancellor Li Linfu died and was beheaded by a Taoist priest in his residence in front of all the powerful officials.

The entire officialdom of Chang'an trembled in the face of this bloody earthquake.

Only the residence of Wang Weizhong, the Vice Minister of Revenue, remained a place of revelry and prosperity.

"A bunch of idiots!"

Inside the luxurious main hall, Wang Weizhong, who was as fat as a pig, kicked his subordinate over, and the wine spilled onto the Persian carpet.

"Some nobody from the underworld has scared you to death? Li Linfu deserved it; he's just a good-for-nothing!"

Wang Weizhong, Li Linfu's number one lackey, was even more corrupt than Li Linfu himself.

He dared to embezzle 30% of the funds allocated for disaster relief along the Yellow River last year, resulting in widespread famine downstream.

The flesh and blood of those common people were transformed into the fat around his waist and the fine wine in his cup.

A worried aide said, "My lord, this man was capable of slaughtering the entire Prime Minister's residence; he is no ordinary person..."

"Strength? Bullshit strength!" Wang Weizhong slammed his hand on the table, his fleshy face trembling, his eyes blazing with madness.

"My Vice Minister's residence houses the 'Three Fiends of Jianghuai'! Three hundred guards stand ready outside the residence! The Imperial Guards can surround this place like an iron barrel within half an hour!"

He let out a piercing, sinister laugh.

"He'd better not come. If he dares to come, I'll take his head and claim credit before His Majesty!"

The entire room of subordinates fell silent, trembling with fear.

Just as Wang Weizhong was laughing wildly.

A ripple appeared in the air in front of him.

A thin piece of paper, without any warning, spun through the layers of guards' gaze and floated lightly to the side of his jade cup filled with fine wine.

The laughter that filled the room abruptly stopped.

Clang!

All the guards drew their swords in an instant, their eyes scanning the surroundings in horror.

The roof is intact.

The doors and windows were tightly closed.

This piece of paper appeared out of thin air!

Wang Weizhong's fat face twitched violently as he stared intently at the paper, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

That was a page from the ledger, the black ledger he knew best!

The document, written in vermilion ink, clearly records every single piece of evidence of his crimes, including reselling grain from the government granary and embezzling funds for river works!

Time, place, and person involved—everything is included!

Below the account book was a line of words with ink still wet.

At noon, I'll take your dog's life.

Signed: Shen Mo.

"ah--!"

Wang Weizhong let out a scream that sounded inhuman, his obese body tumbling off the armchair, a foul-smelling liquid instantly soaking his luxurious silk trousers.

"Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!! Someone come here!!"

The entire palace went completely mad.

---

Suddenly, turmoil erupted once again in Chang'an.

The news of the "death omen" received by Wang Weizhong, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, swept through every prominent family like a hurricane.

This time, it was a public announcement of the execution!

It was also a blatant provocation against the entire Tang Dynasty law and the supreme imperial power!

Thousands of Imperial Guards, clad in armor, surrounded the entire residence of the Vice Minister, their bows strung and swords drawn.

Wang Weizhong spent a fortune hiring martial arts masters to guard his secret steel chamber like an iron barrel.

All eyes in Chang'an were focused on this.

Countless eyes are waiting.

Waiting for noon.

Watch how that Taoist priest named Shen Mo will take the life of a second-rank official in this inescapable net!