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

For the next month or so, Lin Mo did nothing but treat Su Qing and Chen Ting and cultivate.

He quickly broke through to the level of a third-rate master, fourth dan.

Of course, the consumption involved is enormous, and ordinary martial artists simply cannot afford it.

The white-haired old man's body was so shriveled that it was no longer recognizable as human, and he had lost all the Great Rejuvenation Pills he had.

Lin Mo stood up, stretched his limbs, and his joints cracked like popping beans.

He took out a full set of biochemical protective gear from his spatial storage, put it on one piece at a time, and finally held the shotgun in his hand and cocked it.

With a thought, he vanished from the living room of the main world.

World One.

The night was as dark as ink, and a few torches flickered in the wind inside the Hehuan Sect's mountain gate.

Lin Mo crouched in the bushes at the edge of the dense forest, first glancing down at the biochemical detector on his wrist. The value in the nerve gas column on the screen had already dropped to zero, indicating that the air was safe.

He put away the detector and took out the nerve gas from his spatial storage again.

He pulled the fuse, wedged the gas canister deep in the bushes, and with a thought, returned to the main world.

Returning an hour later, Lin Mo made his way to the alchemy room with practiced ease.

A faint candlelight still shone through the window of the alchemy room.

Lin Mo crouched outside the window and observed for a while, but didn't touch the window. The first two times he climbed through the window, even if the other person was an idiot, they would have tampered with the window frame this time.

He went around to the front door, stood to the side of the door, held a shotgun in one hand, and slowly pried the door open a crack with the barrel.

The door had barely moved two inches when a sudden sound came from the mechanism inside.

Several crossbow bolts shot out from above the lintel, striking the spot where he had just stood. The shafts were three inches deep in the ground, and the fletchings were still humming.

Lin Mo glanced down at the eerie blue light emanating from the arrow tips and narrowed his eyes.

"Fine, fine, I just wanted to borrow some things, and you guys are playing games like this, huh?"

A murderous glint flashed in his eyes.

"Today I will make the Hehuan Sect disappear from this world."

He leaped into the air and landed silently on the roof of the alchemy room.

Ti Yunzong unleashed his full power, leaping swiftly between the layers of rooftops of the Hehuan Sect. Upon reaching a new area, he would retrieve a canister of nerve gas from his spatial storage, pull the fuse, place it in a dark spot on the roof ridge, and then drift away.

Under the moonlight, the silver canisters hidden between the roof tiles quietly emitted colorless and odorless mist, like invisible poisonous flowers blooming one after another at the mountain gate.

The patrolling disciples quickly spotted the uninvited guest on the roof.

The alarm gong rang urgently in the night, torches converged from all directions, and dozens of disciples, swords in hand, pursued relentlessly below. Lin Mo didn't turn his head, his left hand holding the M4A1 carbine, the holographic scope focusing on the figures charging at the forefront, and he pulled the trigger.

With a short burst of fire, the disciple at the very front fell to the ground.

With another short burst of fire, a disciple from the inner sect on the left rooftop, who was about to leap over, had a bloody flower explode in his chest. He didn't even have time to scream before he tumbled off the eaves.

Gunshots echoed through the valley, each one striking down a man with pinpoint accuracy, as if Death itself were calling roll.

The pursuers gradually dared not approach.

They stood several dozen paces away, and no one dared to rush forward.

In their eyes, this strangely dressed man used an extremely bizarre hidden weapon. It had no visible blade, no sound of it cutting through the air, and could take a person's life from dozens of steps away. Even a third-rate master could not dodge it.

Aside from the Tang Clan, they couldn't think of any other place that could produce such a ruthless person.

Ignoring the pursuers behind him, Lin Mo continued leaping between rooftops at his own pace, releasing a canister of poison gas at each landing. When he landed on the rooftop opposite an ancient building with a plaque that read "Furnace Pavilion," someone finally blocked his path.

A beautiful woman dressed in a dark red gauze robe slowly walked out from the crowd, stood on the stone steps in front of the furnace pavilion, and looked up at Lin Mo on the roof.

The night wind lifted her skirt and long hair, and the firelight reflected on her charming eyes, but offered no warmth.

Hongling did not rush forward. From the reports her disciples had given her, she already knew that the villain's hidden weapons were extremely vicious, and engaging in long-range combat would be suicide.

She waved her hand to stop all the disciples who were trying to rush forward, raised her head slightly, and spoke in a cold but subtle way:

"I wonder what grudge my Hehuan Sect has against the Tang Clan that would lead you to lay such a deadly hand on my Hehuan Sect?"

They have repeatedly harassed my sect, killed my disciples, and stolen my secret manuals and elixirs. Although the Tang Sect is strong, my Hehuan Sect is not a pushover.

If you don't tell me the whole story today, don't blame me for using my deadly skills!

Lin Mo didn't listen to what she was saying at all.

He crouched down on the roof, took out a new canister of poison gas, placed it on a tile, slowly pulled the fuse, and watched the poison gas begin to spread silently before standing up to prepare to jump to the next spot.

Just as he straightened up, his gaze swept across the area below the furnace pavilion, where the door opened.

A group of disciples were dragging a woman who was tied up tightly out of the room.

The woman was slender with long, disheveled hair. Her face was only a silhouette in the torchlight, yet it froze Lin Mo in his tracks.

That face was so beautiful it seemed otherworldly.

Her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips—every curve was just right. Even though she was bound in a disheveled state by the thick hemp rope, she couldn't hide her ethereal, aloof beauty that seemed to have been cast down to earth, like a jade statue that had been brought down to the mortal realm.

But it wasn't just that face that Lin Mo couldn't take his eyes off.

At that moment, the internal energy in his dantian automatically accelerated its flow upon sensing the meridians within the woman's body, like a beast that had caught the scent of its prey.

This is exactly the reaction to encountering the Mysterious Yin Body described in the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic.

His current conversion and absorption rate of internal energy is only about 20%, which is why most of the medicinal power of the many people he has absorbed and the many pills he has consumed has been wasted.

The Xuan Yin Body is the ultimate furnace that all martial artists who practice the cultivation and replenishment system dream of.

People with this physique can absorb up to 80% or even 90% of their internal energy, meaning they can absorb four to five times more than others and become martial arts geniuses.

Moreover, people with the Xuan Yin body recover several times faster than ordinary furnaces after being nourished.

For example, when Lin Mo used Yang Liu to replenish his energy, it took her almost a month to recover. But if Yang Liu had a Xuan Yin body, she would probably recover in just two or three days, which is ten times faster than a normal person!

"This Xuan Yin Body must be captured."

Lin Mo's mind raced as he calculated.

The disciples carrying the woman were running up the stone steps toward the mountain path, and they were about to turn past the rock wall behind the furnace pavilion.

Without further hesitation, he pulled the Barrett directly from the space.

The heavy gun was mounted on the roof ridge, and the crosshairs of the holographic sight glowed with an eerie green light in the night.

The crosshair caught the disciple carrying the Xuan Yin Body who was walking at the front.

Lin Mo held his breath and pulled the trigger.