Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

The next morning, Lin Mo bid farewell to Pei Ziyu and went straight to the Yue Family Money Shop.

Upon hearing that Lin Mo had arrived, Yue Wanjin personally went to the door to greet him, his face crinkling with a smile even deeper than at the last auction.

"Lord Lin! We've been waiting for you!"

Yue Wanjin pulled Lin Mo's hand and led him inside, talking as they went.

"The soaps and glasses you gave me last time, I sold them all the way to the capital. Even the eunuchs in the palace asked me if there were any left!"

Now, the young ladies and wives of wealthy families in Hezhou City swarm around my servants whenever they see them, asking, "Do you still have soap?"

Do you still have any floral water?

They almost collapsed my old counter!

After entering the inner hall and taking their seats, Yue Wanjin personally poured tea for Lin Mo and said in a low voice:

"Lord Lin, I won't beat around the bush with you. These things are in high demand and short supply. All the wealthy merchants in Hezhou know that the Yue family has rare treasures. Orders have been placed all the way from Hezhou to the capital."

Could you please supply a little more goods?

Lin Mo took a sip of tea and spoke slowly:

"Brother Yue, I didn't have much of the goods I gave you before. I can add another 10% to your order!"

But those are the best of the best, with complex craftsmanship and extremely low production.

However, Lianhai County has now built several workshops that can mass-produce some slightly lower quality but equally useful daily necessities, such as glass tableware, soap, and mirrors.

Although the quality isn't as good as before, they're still rare items. I wonder if Brother Yue would be interested?

As Lin Mo spoke, he took out a bar of ordinary soap produced by Lianhai Workshop, a rough glass, and a bottle of lightly scented floral water from his bag and placed them on the table.

I looked at each of the soaps from Yue Wan Jin. The soap wasn't as fine as the previous jasmine soap, but it still produced a lot of lather.

The glass is not as transparent as the previous stemmed glass, but it feels heavy in the hand and is much thinner and more transparent than porcelain on the market.

The rose scent of the floral water was slightly weaker, but if you rub it gently on your wrist, the fragrance can still last for most of the day.

Yue Wanjin nodded emphatically after reading it:

"Although this batch of goods is not as good as the best, it is definitely fine for the mid-range market!"

How many adults are there? This old man will take them all!

"Currently, we can produce about 2,000 bars of soap, 500 to 600 sets of glass tableware, and more than 300 bottles of floral water per month, and we can increase that in the future."

But I can't give you all of these goods. I need to keep one-tenth for myself and sell it to people in this county through state-run trading companies in Lianhai and Cangwu.

Yue Wanjin nodded repeatedly:

"Okay, no problem."

After Lin Mo and Yue Wanjing finalized the matter, a series of light footsteps came from behind the beaded curtain in the inner hall.

A young girl dressed in a light red ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) lifted the curtain and peeked out halfway. A butterfly hairpin adorned her dark hair, swaying gently with her movements.

She was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with bright eyes and white teeth, lively eyes, and a mischievous smile on her lips.

"Father, is this Lord Lin from Lianhai County?"

Yue Linglong emerged from behind the beaded curtain, walked confidently to Lin Mo, and tilted her head to look him up and down.

"At the last auction, I couldn't see clearly from behind the beaded curtain, so I thought the person who could bring out so many rare treasures must be an old man with a white beard."

I didn't expect you to be so young! You look even younger than my third brother!

Yue Wanjin immediately rebuked:

"Linglong, don't be rude!"

This is Lord Lin, the magistrate of Lianhai County, a meritorious official who has just won a battle. Hurry up and pay your respects.

Yue Linglong gave a proper curtsy, but her eyes still lingered on Lin Mo without any attempt to hide her curiosity, which was almost overflowing from her pupils.

She sat down in the chair opposite Lin Mo, resting her chin on her hands, her tone slightly mischievous:

"Lord Lin, I've heard that your Lianhai County not only produces soap and glassware, but also large iron ships that can float on the sea. Is that true?"

"Where did you hear that from?"

Lin Mo was somewhat surprised; this news shouldn't have reached Yue Linglong's ears.

"I heard it from my third brother, a soldier in the Thousand Household Garrison."

He also said that you have a kind of fire-breathing hidden weapon called a rifle, which can kill people from a great distance. The six thousand rebels in Black Stone Gully were defeated by this thing.

Lord Lin, my third brother works under you. I know his abilities best. Even he respects you, so you must be much more capable than him.

Do you have a gun on you? Can I touch it? Shoot a shot?

"exquisite!"

Yue Wanjin slammed his hand on the table, his mustache standing on end.

"Lord Lin is here to discuss serious matters, what are you doing here making a scene!"

Get out of here!

Yue Linglong wasn't afraid of being scolded. She just pouted, stood up, and took a few steps towards the door. When she reached the door, she turned back to look at Lin Mo, blinked, and lowered her voice to say:

"Lord Lin, I'll come find you again later."

They disappeared behind the beaded curtain in a flash.

Yue Wanjin sighed, and with a helpless expression, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Lin Mo:

"Lord Lin, you flatter me. I've spoiled this girl rotten. She's been unruly since she was little."

Although she is mischievous, she is not a bad person at heart; please don't take offense, sir.

Lin Mo smiled and shook his head, saying it was alright. He picked up his teacup and continued discussing business with Yue Wanjin, but his gaze lingered for a moment on the faintly visible red figure behind the beaded curtain.

Yue Linglong hadn't gone far; she was eavesdropping behind the beaded curtain, her jade-like feet peeking out from the gaps, the curtain swaying gently with her breath.

The Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect led Zhao Dazhu, who was under the control of the Mind-Bending Technique, back to the mountain gate and secluded himself in a secret chamber, where he did not emerge for three days.

On the morning of the fourth day, several carrier pigeons took flight from the back mountain of the Hehuan Sect and scattered in all directions. The same secret letter was tied to the pigeon's leg, and the signature was marked with the blood seal of the Hehuan Sect.

The secret letter was extremely inflammatory.

The Supreme Elder made no mention of the details of the Black Stone Gully ambush, the mortars and machine guns, or the Flying Tigers; he only repeatedly emphasized one thing.

Lin Mo, the magistrate of Lianhai County, possesses a peerless divine weapon. With the strength of an ordinary person, he can silently kill a first-class expert from hundreds of steps away. Even those wearing iron armor and heavy shields are as fragile as paper.

The confidential letter ended with a special note:

This item is not just a legend; the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect has personally verified it, and no remains have been found.

The weight of the words "top-tier master" is clear to everyone in the martial arts world.

Which martial artist who can cultivate to the first-class level is not a powerful figure who is virtually invincible?

Weapons capable of killing top-tier masters with a single blow—I've never even heard of them, let alone seen them.

This is even more powerful than the Dragon-Slaying Saber and the Peerless Sword!

When the secret letter reached the various sects, the leaders and elders almost all had the same reaction: first shock, then an irrepressible covetousness.

The first to take action were those lone travelers and independent cultivators who already walked the line between good and evil.

They belong to no sect or faction, and have no distinction between good and evil; their actions are driven entirely by self-interest.

The secret letter circulated among them, and no one doubted its authenticity. The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect was indeed dead, in Lianhai County, and his remains were nowhere to be found. This was a fact that had been confirmed by many parties.

A top-notch expert is gone just like that, and the weapon that killed him is said to be hidden in the hands of Lin Mo, the magistrate of Lianhai County.

The White Lotus Sect headquarters was established, and the sect leader personally summoned all the disciples who were out training.

After Helan Zheng escaped from Cangwu, he reported the battle situation at Heishigou truthfully. The sect leader was still hesitating whether to send disciples to Lianhai to investigate, but as soon as the secret letter from the Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect arrived, he made a decision immediately.

Instead of sending disciples to investigate, he personally led the team.

The White Lotus Sect lost over a hundred disciples in the battle of Black Stone Gully. This grudge must be avenged. More importantly, if they could seize those peerless divine weapons from Lianhai County, the White Lotus Sect's status in the martial arts world would soar.

The Sun Moon Cult was not to be outdone. Li Shengnan returned to the main altar covered in wounds and reported the tragic scene at Black Stone Gully to the cult leader.

Enraged, the leader of the Sun Moon Cult also set his sights on the divine weapons and artifacts in Lianhai County.

The Divine Dragon Sect's reaction was even more direct. The sect leader secretly ordered all the elders in the sect who were skilled in using poison to go to Lianhai County to find an opportunity to poison the water source. After everyone was dead, they would then go and retrieve the divine weapons.

There are also some more clandestine forces operating in the shadows.