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

Lin Mo dodged to the side, easily avoiding the fall, and at the same time, he twisted his foot, causing Duan Xing to fall flat on his face.

Looking down at Duan Xing on the ground, Lin Mo's voice turned cold, and a flash of killing intent crossed his eyes:

"Don't push your luck."

If it weren't for the crowds and distractions here, he would have dragged this person into World Number One long ago and killed him.

"Lin Mo, are you crazy?!"

Seeing that her boyfriend had been wronged, Li Jing hurriedly ran over and knelt down beside Duan Xing, her face full of heartache.

"Brother Xing, are you alright?"

"N-nothing..."

Duan Xing spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, gritted his teeth and got up under the gaze of the onlookers, his face turning pale and red in turns.

Li Jing turned around and started berating Lin Mo:

"You violent freak, pervert, poor bastard, all you know is violence. Do you know why I dumped you? Because you're a self-righteous idiot!"

And Lin Qingyue, are you brain-dead? Didn't you realize we're standing up for you? Lin Mo wants to sleep with you, didn't you know that?

Lin Qingyue's face also turned cold:

"Li Jing, you've gone too far! I know exactly what I'm doing, I don't need you to tell me what to do."

"Fine, fine! You're biting the hand that feeds you. Just wait until Lin Mo has played you to pieces, then you'll regret it."

"You're sick. Lin Mo, let's go."

After Lin Qingyue finished speaking, she pulled Lin Mo into the taxi parked by the roadside without looking back.

Perhaps the alcohol was taking effect, because the taxi hadn't gone far before Lin Qingyue's head slumped heavily against Lin Mo's shoulder, and she fell into a deep sleep, showing no signs of waking up until the car came to a complete stop.

Lin Mo carried her out of the car.

This is an old residential area with sparse streetlights, most of which are broken. The road can only be barely seen by the light leaking from the windows of a few houses.

He asked several elderly people who were cooling off downstairs, and finally found the entrance to Lin Qingyue's apartment building.

Upon reaching the third floor, he rummaged through Lin Qingyue's bag for the key and opened the old wooden door.

This is a standard room; you can see the whole room from one end to the other.

The house wasn't big, and the furniture was quite old, but it was spotless, with everything neatly placed in its proper place.

On the innermost bed, a beautiful woman leaned against the wall. She looked to be in her early thirties, and her features bore a resemblance to Lin Qingyue, though her eyes were shrouded in an unyielding melancholy.

Lin Mo sighed inwardly; this must be Lin Qingyue's mother.

No wonder Lin Qingyue is so beautiful; she took after her.

Unfortunately, it's paralyzed.

The beautiful woman's face changed drastically when she saw a strange man helping her drunken daughter push open the door, and her voice was filled with tension:

"Qingyue, what's wrong?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she instinctively tried to sit up in bed.

However, because he was already paralyzed from the waist down, he overexerted himself and fell off the bed.

With a "bang," the beautiful woman fell heavily to the floor.

"Auntie, no..."

Before Lin Mo could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the beautiful woman's angry outburst:

Turn around, don't look!

"good!"

Lin Mo turned around reluctantly, then began to explain:

"Auntie, I'm Qingyue's classmate. She drank too much, so I brought her back."

"Drunk? She doesn't usually drink, how could she be drunk?"

The beautiful woman pulled the blanket over the bed and scanned Lin Mo warily.

"She should be happy. She sold a house today."

"Oh……"

The beautiful woman responded, but the wariness in her eyes hadn't completely disappeared.

"Thank you for bringing her back. Just put her on the bed!"

"Okay, can I turn back?"

"Can!"

With the beautiful woman's permission, Lin Mo turned around, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes when he saw that she had already covered herself with a blanket.

After placing Lin Qingyue on the bed, Lin Mo spoke:

"Auntie, I'll be going now!"

The beautiful woman watched Lin Mo's retreating figure, her face conflicted. Finally, seeing Lin Mo about to walk out the door, she spoke:

"Wait a moment!"

"What's up?"

Lin Mo turned around in confusion.

"Um, could you carry me to the bed?"

"Can!"

Lin Mo stepped forward, picked up the beautiful woman, and placed her on the bed.

During the process, he inexplicably checked whether the beautiful woman was truly paralyzed.

Surprisingly, there was no reaction at all when I pinched it.

The beautiful woman noticed Lin Mo staring at her blankly and her expression turned somewhat displeased.

"How long are you going to keep hugging me like this?"

"Excuse me, I just remembered something."

Lin Mo placed the beautiful woman on the bed, and seeing the wariness in her eyes, he tactfully took his leave.

Once outside, Lin Mo shook the sweat from his hands:

"Sisters are easy to find, but mothers and daughters are hard to come by!"

The next morning, Lin Mo was sitting cross-legged in meditation when his phone rang.

He glanced at it, saw it was an unfamiliar number, and hung up immediately.

A few seconds later, the same number called again, seemingly determined to keep answering, so he pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Mr. Lin. This is Wang Xin from Lianjia Real Estate Agency. Didn't you have an appointment to transfer the property today? Where are you?"

"Wang Xin? I don't know him. I only know Lin Qingyue. Let her talk to me."

"Mr. Lin, it's like this, Lin Qingyue has other commitments to attend to, so I will be in charge of handling the house purchase from now on."

"I don't want to repeat myself." Lin Mo said this and hung up the phone.

The other party immediately called back, and he promptly blacklisted the number.

Not long after, a text message popped up. It was sent by Wang Xin from another phone number. The message was polite but contained a hidden threat. It said that if Lin Mo did not contact her, it would be considered a breach of contract and the deposit would not be refunded.

Lin Mo snorted coldly, went online to find the complaint hotline of Lianjia Real Estate Agency's headquarters, and reported the whole situation to them.

Less than half a day later, Lin Qingyue called, her voice filled with barely concealed excitement:

"Lin Mo, you really know how to handle things. Sister Wang returned the order to me."

"It's fine to return it to you. Did she give you any trouble?"

"No. Are you free to transfer the title now?"

"Okay, send me the address, I'll be right there."

The transfer of ownership went very smoothly.

After leaving the trading hall, Lin Qingyue accompanied Lin Mo to get his passport, book plane tickets, and exchange foreign currency.

It would take a few more days for the passport to be issued, so Lin Mo took advantage of the gap to immerse himself in cultivation again.

Three days later, Lin Mo, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of stale air.

"At the peak of the third stage of the unranked level. But the rate at which these pills are being consumed is far too fast."

After meditating day and night for several days, he had consumed every last of the Lesser Rejuvenation Pills.

He picked up the porcelain bottle containing the Great Elixir and twirled it between his fingertips.

"We don't know how much medicinal power the Great Rejuvenation Pill contains; it might be dangerous to take it rashly."

After a moment's thought, he put the porcelain bottle back into his spatial storage. Given how rare this elixir was in the alchemy room, it was best not to take any risks for now.

"Never mind, we should go to Bayang anyway."

He got out of bed, washed up, changed into some neat clothes, and went out the door.

The plane landed at Bayang International Airport at 2 p.m. local time.

Lin Mo walked out of the terminal with nothing in his sight. South Asia was as hot as a steamer. Dry winds carrying sand and dust rushed towards him. The sunlight shone brightly on the asphalt road, and the distant snow-capped mountains distorted slightly in the heat.

The arrival gate was crowded with locals holding signs, and Lin Mo spotted his name at a glance.

His name was scrawled in a marker on the cardboard sign. The person holding the sign was a lean young man in his early twenties with dark skin, thick curly hair, and a pair of clever eyes that darted around. He smiled and revealed a set of white teeth.

"Mr. Lin? I'm Amir, your tour guide."

He greeted Lin Mo in heavily accented but fairly fluent English, and warmly took Lin Mo's backpack.

"The car is waiting outside. Shall we take you to a hotel to rest first?"

"No rush, let's take a look around the city first."

Lin Mo got into the slightly worn Toyota Corolla, rolled down the window halfway, and the street scene slowly unfolded in the hot air.

The streets of Bayang were cleaner than I had imagined, with tall palm trees lining both sides of the road. Colorful trucks weaved through the traffic, each one decorated like a moving mosaic mural.

The temple in the distance gleamed white in the sunlight, and the air, thick with the aroma of spices and roasted meat, rushed in through the car window.

Amir is a talkative person; he didn't stop talking the whole way, from the history of the presidential palace to the price of lamb at the market, and he enthusiastically recommended several of the most authentic local barbecue restaurants.

Lin Mo responded half-heartedly, but his eyes were always observing the city. The police on the street corner carried old rifles, the market vendors squatted on the ground selling all kinds of spices he couldn't name, and the old man in the long robe sat at the entrance of the teahouse, slowly drinking tea. Everything was completely different from the world he used to live in.

The car turned several corners in the narrow alleys of the old town, and Amir led him into an inconspicuous little restaurant, ordering a table full of dishes:

The grilled lamb skewers sizzled with oil, the pilaf was filled with large chunks of lamb leg meat, and the roasted naan bread was freshly cut from the pit, its skin crispy and still steaming when broken open.

Lin Mo didn't stand on ceremony and ate it all with the yogurt.

Amir grinned from the other side, saying it was rare to see such voracious Chinese tourists.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, they strolled around the market for a while, and then it gradually got dark.

Amir dropped him off at the entrance of a reasonably clean hotel, arranged to meet him at Baiwa early the next morning, and then drove off into the night in his beat-up Toyota.

The next morning, the car drove west along the highway, and the terrain gradually transitioned from plains to rugged hills.

The road conditions began to deteriorate, with occasional wreckage of abandoned armored vehicles and checkpoints on both sides, and armed soldiers standing behind sandbags observing passing vehicles.

The closer they got to the white tiles, the more intense the tension became. Even Amir became much quieter, focusing intently on the road ahead, which was riddled with craters from shells.