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

"That's incredible!"

She remained silent for a long time before speaking, her voice very soft, as if afraid of waking something.

"So that's how it can be done."

Lin Mo took out another spare phone from his space, connected it to the home WiFi, and showed her basic apps like Douyin, Baidu, and Gaode Maps one by one, teaching her how to search, how to type, and how to watch videos.

Long Qingxue learned very quickly. She mastered the Pinyin input method after being taught it only once. Although her fingers were still clumsy on the nine-key keyboard, she could already type the two characters "你好" (hello) on her own.

"You can search for anything you want to know on it. There's so much to say about this world that I could talk for three days and three nights and still not finish. Just take your time and look around."

Lin Mo stood up and took out protective gear from his spatial storage.

"I have some things to take care of. You stay home and don't go out."

"it is good."

Long Qingxue nodded, her gaze already fixed on the phone screen, her finger carefully swiping over the title of a video about modern rule of law.

Lin Mo put on his protective gear and, with a thought, returned to World One.

It appeared near the furnace pavilion.

He first looked around warily. The detector on his wrist was still beeping red. Several corpses of Hehuan Sect disciples lay scattered on the ground, all of whom had been taken down by Barrett and machine guns earlier.

There was no sound of people or torches from the distant buildings, indicating that the Hehuan Sect had already withdrawn from the entire area.

He quickly stored the corpses within his field of vision into his spatial storage, then made his way towards the mountain gate.

Because he had placed a large number of gas canisters on the rooftops along the way, his journey was exceptionally smooth.

Occasionally, one or two disciples' corpses can be seen lying on the ground on the Qing Shi Mountain path. Their postures are as if they were running or on alert when they were poisoned, and their faces show no pain. They look more like robots that have suddenly lost power.

Lin Mo collected the bodies one by one, his steps never faltering.

Just as he approached the mountain gate, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Torches blazed brightly in the open space in front of the mountain gate.

Lin Mo peeked out from behind a rock and his heart sank. There were at least twenty disciples at the mountain gate, swords in hand, back to back, forming a complete blockade of the passage.

Moreover, the open space in front of the mountain gate is more than 500 meters wide, with no shrubs, rocks or buildings that can serve as cover.

His gas canisters have an effective coverage radius of 500 meters; not even a meter more.

More importantly, the open space is flat and open, so even if he grits his teeth and tries to move forward, he will be discovered before he enters the effective range of the poison gas.

Last time he caught the other side off guard, but this time the other side is clearly prepared.

He then turned his gaze to the cliff to the left of the mountain gate.

The abyss was bottomless under the moonlight, and clouds swirled halfway up the mountain. The cliff face was almost vertical, and it looked to be at least several hundred feet deep.

The cliff is very narrow, with walls on both sides. Even if he went back and got a hang glider, taking off in such narrow terrain would be no different from suicide.

Moreover, he had no idea what the bottom of the cliff was like. If it was water, that would be fine, but if it was a rocky beach or bushes, he would fall and not even be able to piece his body back together.

"We have no choice but to fight it head-on."

Lin Mo took a deep breath and set up the Barrett from behind the rock.

He slowly focused the crosshairs of his scope onto the gatekeeper disciple standing on the outermost side of the mountain gate.

Pull the trigger.

The muzzle brake exploded, sending out a shockwave that shattered the silence in front of the mountain gate.

In the scope, the disciple's head and upper torso turned into a blood-red mist, while his remaining lower body stood still for a second before crashing to the ground.

The other disciples scattered almost instinctively. No one rushed toward the source of the gunfire, no one organized a counterattack. Everyone frantically squeezed behind the stone pillars and rock walls on both sides of the mountain gate, faster and more skillfully than when they last saw Barrett.

Lin Mo held his gun for a few seconds, and no one dared to show their face.

He cursed under his breath, put away the Barrett, crouched down, and moved to a spot deeper in the grass. After confirming that no one had noticed his new location, he returned to the main world with a thought.

The living room lights were still on. Long Qingxue sat on the sofa with her phone on her lap. On the screen was a short video explaining modern infantry tactics.

She looked up and saw Lin Mo, a faint smile immediately appearing on her face, but then she noticed his expression and withdrew it.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just ran into a little trouble."

Lin Mo took off his protective suit and sat down next to her, still pondering the situation that had just occurred.

Breaking through the mountain gate head-on is too difficult, and the cliff is impassable. The people of the Hehuan Sect have obviously learned from his experience. As soon as he fires a shot, everyone immediately retreats and never shows their faces. With this tactic, no matter how good his marksmanship is, it's useless without a target.

However, what he didn't know was that shortly after he left, the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect also arrived at the mountain gate.

The sect leader stood beside the pool of blood in front of the mountain gate, his face colder than the moonlight on the ground.

He used his toe to push aside a piece of bone that had been sent flying far away, and looked up to ask his kneeling disciple:

"Which direction is the person facing?"

One of the disciples pointed tremblingly to the grove of trees:

"Sect Master, it must be from over there, the sound is incredibly loud!"

"Have you seen anyone?"

The group looked at each other and shook their heads.

The sect leader frowned slightly upon hearing this, and after a long while spoke:

"Have someone disperse the poisonous fog!"

"yes!"

Several hours later, when the poisonous fog dissipated, a small team composed of outer disciples went to the forest to scout.

A moment later, a disciple presented the sect leader with a spent cartridge case still bearing gunpowder residue, holding it out of his robes.

"Reporting to the sect leader, the thief has vanished without a trace. We searched the area and only found this on the ground."

The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect took the bullet casing and examined it repeatedly between his fingers.

There were no inscriptions or markings on the copper casing, only a pungent smell of gunpowder.

He couldn't understand what it was, but he knew how powerful it was. Last time, the thief used a musket that could turn people into a bloody mist, and he also used a dense array of hidden weapons that could seal the red silk ribbon. Both of these things were related to these copper shells.

Add to that the elusive poisonous fog, and the chilling ability to vanish into thin air...

His knuckles were clenched so tightly they turned white, and the bullet casings were slightly deformed from being squeezed in his palm.

Send someone over? We can't stop them.

Poisonous fog? We can't defend against it.

Setting a trap? They didn't even bother going through the gate; they just released poison on the rooftop, turning the entire mountain gate into a vegetable garden.

As the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, he had roamed the martial world for decades and had seen all sorts of ruthless people, but this time he was truly at a loss.

That person could disappear on the spot—what level of skill is that? Even a master of innate cultivation couldn't just vanish into thin air.

Unless the other party's cultivation has reached that legendary realm that he doesn't even know the name of, how can it be explained?