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

The night was pitch black, but the lights inside the ancient buildings not far away were still bright.

Using the dim light, he crouched down and surveyed the bushes, making sure no one was around before taking out a nerve gas canister from his spatial storage.

This thing has an effective coverage range of 500 meters, enough to cover the nearby scripture pavilion and alchemy room.

He pulled the trigger, wedged the gas canister into the grass, and then without hesitation, flashed back to the main world.

Dilireba kept her face covered by the blanket, motionless, and her breathing was very restrained.

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction, went to the bedside, pulled back her blanket, and once again savored the exotic atmosphere.

However, this time he didn't rely on hard work; he relied entirely on his own abilities.

Judging that it was about time, Lin Mo patted Dili, who was cleaning him, and ordered her to keep her eyes covered by the blanket.

Lin Mo rolled out of bed, took out the antidote pill, and began to put on protective gear.

I put on the full-body protective suit, rubber gloves, and filter mask, checking the zippers and buckles twice, and finally put on the biochemical detector.

This is no joke; one puff and you're dead.

With a thought, Lin Mo arrived in World Number One.

The surroundings remained as silent as ink, and the lights in some rooms had already been turned off.

Several disciples' corpses lay scattered on the ground not far away, presumably poisoned while on night patrol.

Lin Mo glanced at the biochemical detector on his wrist. Seeing that the toxic gas level was still off the charts, he put the biochemical weapon on the ground into his spatial storage.

Instead of taking a step, I squatted in the shadows and listened for a full two minutes.

Apart from the occasional low chirping of night insects and the rustling of the wind through the leaves, there was nothing else.

He then got up and, using the dim moonlight, made his way towards the library.

The Sutra Repository is a three-story wooden building with upturned eaves, standing out among the surrounding low buildings.

The door was tightly shut, and not a single ray of light could see through the crack.

Lin Mo didn't touch the door; who knows if there were any mechanisms like bells hanging behind it?

He went around to the side window, gently pried open the window paper with the tip of his dagger, and peered inside.

In the guardhouse on the first floor, three law enforcement disciples lay sprawled on the ground, one slumped on a table, and two lying face up beside chairs, their longswords scattered around them. Their faces were bluish-purple, their lips were black, and they had died silently.

Lin Mo pushed open the window and nimbly climbed inside. When he landed, the soles of his rubber shoes made a very faint rubbing sound on the floor tiles.

He straightened up and looked around.

The interior of the library is hollow and high-ceilinged, with three floors arranged in a ring around the central courtyard. Moonlight leaks down through the ventilation windows in the dome, cutting a blurry beam of light into the air.

There are four rows of bookshelves on the circular platform on the first floor. There aren't many, each row is about the height of a person, and each book on the shelf is in its own compartment.

Lin Mo glanced at it and saw that it was a low-level martial arts manual, with names like Li San's Sword Technique, Zhao Si's Knife Technique, Wang Er Gou's Iron Crotch Skill, and Wang Widow's Eighteen Styles of Playing the Flute.

However, Lin Mo didn't mind and bought the whole shelf and the books.

Finally, they also collected the bodies of the three disciples.

The second-floor bookshelves were even fewer, consisting of only two columns, standing forlornly on one side of the platform.

Lin Mo muttered to himself as he collected the items:

"The foundation of the Hehuan Sect isn't that great either. The first floor is all garbage, and the second floor has so little."

But then I thought about it again. This sect relies on absorbing spiritual energy to improve cultivation. They might not really care about these techniques on paper. They may claim to be a prestigious sect, but in reality, they are just a makeshift group that takes shortcuts.

The third floor, which is the top floor, has no bookshelves.

The entire floor was empty except for a long, narrow desk made of rosewood placed in the very center, with a bronze paperweight resting on one corner.

On the floor next to the desk lay an elderly man with white hair. The front of his Taoist robe was stained black with blood and foam vomited from the poison gas, which had dried and formed a hard scab.

Lin Mo stopped at the top of the stairs on the third floor, not daring to approach rashly.

The old man who can stand guard alone on the third floor of the Sutra Repository must have a high level of cultivation.

Although sarin gas is deadly, the physical condition of a martial artist is incomparable to that of an ordinary person. If this old guy still has a trace of life force left in his body, rushing forward would be like walking into a trap.

He squatted down and observed for a moment. The old man was lying face down, his chest was not rising and falling, the skin on his exposed forearm was grayish-white, and his fingernails were bluish-black. At first glance, he looked like he was dead.

Lin Mo took out the composite bow from his spatial storage.

He retreated to the stairwell, stood still, nocked the arrow, and drew it fully.

The composite bow's pulley system made a slight creaking sound as it was pulled, and the arrow tip was aimed at the motionless body on the ground.

puff.

The first arrow pierced the back of the head, and the white-haired old man didn't even twitch.

Lin Mo didn't stop, and fired two more arrows into the back of the heart and the lower back, each one piercing through.

This caution is not superfluous. In the Hehuan Sect, those who live to old age are all old monsters who have climbed up by stepping on the corpses of their fellow disciples.

If he had a breath left, he could have easily taken the life of this third-stage peak nobody with a single palm strike.

Once he was certain the old man was dead, Lin Mo put down his bow and quickly stepped forward to put the old man's body into his spatial storage.

There were only three books on the table on the third floor.

One of the books is the Yin-Yang Skill, the signature technique of the Hehuan Sect. This is the complete version, although the gold lettering on the cover is already somewhat faded.

The other book is the "Huangdi Neijing" (Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic), with an ancient meridian diagram on the cover.

There was another book called "The Great Art of Bewitching the Mind," with slightly blackened edges on the pages, as if it had been flipped through many times.

Lin Mo didn't open the books; he simply put the three books, the sandalwood desk, and the bronze paperweight into his spatial storage.

Good stuff, I'll take my time to look at it when I get back.

The library had been emptied. Lin Mo climbed out the window along the same path and disappeared back into the night.

Next target: the alchemy room.

He knew the way around the room well and quickly found his way to the window.

He used the dagger to pry open the window paper and peered inside.

Sure enough, new faces appeared on the ground. This time, three disciples had fallen, their postures similar to those he had seen on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

It seems that the Hehuan Sect increased its manpower after the theft of the alchemy room, from one guard to three. Unfortunately, this vigilance was worthless in the face of the sarin gas.

"What's the use of having more people? In the face of biological weapons, they'll just have to lie down and spread their legs."

Lin Mo smirked, pushed open the window, and climbed inside.

The interior of the alchemy room remained unchanged. The empty space left by the pill shelf that he had completely moved last time had been replenished by the Hehuan Sect. New ceramic medicine jars were neatly stacked on them, with brand-new labels on the jars, and the lettering had not been worn off.

Lin Mo walked to the shelf in a few steps, and without saying a word, he put the whole shelf and medicine bottles into his space.

After leaving the alchemy room, he didn't linger. He crouched down and disappeared into the nearby dense forest, found a spot with the densest bushes, and with a thought, returned to the main world.

After removing his protective gear and storing himself in his storage space, Lin Mo couldn't wait to take out the three secret manuals he had obtained from the third floor of the Sutra Repository.

First came the complete version of "Yin Yang Gong," which, compared to the fragment he had obtained in the cave, contained a large number of supplementary cultivation methods and techniques for breaking through bottlenecks. As he flipped through the pages, system notifications kept ringing in his mind.

[Ding! You have mastered the advanced internal energy cultivation technique, Yin Yang Gong!]

Next was the book "The Great Art of Bewitching the Mind".

After opening it, Lin Mo understood why this thing was kept separately on the third floor. If the dependence brought by the Yin-Yang Technique was similar to a love potion, then the Mind-Bewildering Technique was direct mental control. Once mastered, it could be manipulated by both men and women.

Of course, there are also drawbacks. The Mind-Bending Technique is extremely mentally taxing, and there must be a long interval between each use, otherwise it will damage the caster's mental state.

[Ding! You have mastered an advanced martial arts manual: the Mind-Bending Technique!]

The last book, "Huangdi Neijing," shocked him even more.

This is not a health book circulating in the market, but a long-lost medical classic. Its contents cover the diagnosis and treatment of difficult and complicated diseases, acupuncture, massage, elixir making, poisoning and detoxification, and even a few pages on the method of healing injuries by combining human meridians and internal energy.

When Lin Mo closed the book, he had already integrated this knowledge with his original background in chemistry.

"A miracle doctor is in the city."

He smiled, knowing that even if the system suddenly disappeared one day, his medical skills would be enough for him to make a living.

After carefully putting away the three manuals, he took out the bookshelves on the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion from his spatial storage and began to browse through them one by one to see if there were any suitable external martial arts techniques.

Dislocating Tendons and Bones Hand, Iron Palm, Mighty Vajra Leg, Iron Crotch Skill, Unyielding Golden Spear Technique...

Lin Mo flipped through the books one by one and quickly discovered a pattern:

Purely skill-based martial arts, such as the Tendon-Dislocating and Bone-Splitting Technique, can be learned simply by watching;

As for those hard skills that require long-term external training, Iron Palm requires rubbing salt and iron sand to polish the hands, Vajra Leg requires heavy-duty training, and Iron Crotch Skill and Unyielding Golden Spear Skill require day after day of hammering and endurance training. Just reading the manuals is useless; you have to spend time and put in hard work.

He then began to pick and choose, specifically seeking out techniques and body movements to learn.

The "Ladder to the Clouds" technique is a light-footed movement skill that requires no external training; one simply steps on the right foot with the left to ascend directly into the sky.

After he finished sweeping, the key points of the entire footwork and breathing rhythm were immediately in his mind.

The Little Li Flying Dagger, a hidden weapon technique, emphasizes the coordination of wrist strength and eyesight, and is also a skill-based method.

After he finished flipping through the wall, he picked up a pen from the table and tried it out as a throwing knife. The pen flew out with a whooshing sound and embedded itself directly into the wall.

The Quanzhen Swordplay, an orthodox sword technique, ran through the entire set of sword moves in my mind, and the connections and weaknesses between the moves were crystal clear.

The One-Finger Divine Skill is even better. The acupoint striking technique he stole from the law enforcement disciples was only a superficial one. This One-Finger Divine Skill can not only strike acupoints and seal meridians, but also injure people from a distance with finger force.

After reading the text word by word, Lin Mo unconsciously made a few finger gestures in the air with his right hand, and the tips of his fingers faintly showed the outline of some kind of energy.

After going through a round of selections, he pieced together a complete martial arts system:

Lightness skill includes the Cloud Ladder Leap, hidden weapons include the Flying Knife, swordsmanship includes the Quanzhen Sword, close-combat finger techniques include the One-Finger Divine Skill, internal energy includes the Yin-Yang Skill, healing includes the Yellow Emperor's Heart Sutra, and support includes the Star Absorbing Technique and the Mind-Bewitching Technique.

From close-quarters combat to long-range sneak attacks, from offense to escape to healing, everything is included.

Having satisfied his own needs, he pulled out another book from the pile: "The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra".

This method does not involve violence; it focuses on health preservation, maintaining youthful appearance, and self-repair.

Every night after falling asleep, cultivators' internal energy automatically circulates, repairing minor damage to their bodies. They wake up the next day feeling reborn, like a used car turned into a brand new one, every day feeling like a beautiful bride.

Most of the female disciples of the Hehuan Sect have practiced this, which explains why they all look radiant.