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

World Number One, the dense forest surrounding the entrance to the Hehuan Sect.

Lin Mo crouched behind a clump of bushes. The first thing he did after appearing was to look around 360 degrees to make sure there were no ambushes.

The biochemical detector on my wrist showed that the residual toxic gas had been reduced to zero, and the air was safe.

He slowly straightened up. The surroundings were unusually quiet. There were no footsteps of patrolling disciples, and even the birdsong was much sparser.

"Could this be a trap?"

Lin Mo's vigilance only increased.

He took off his hazmat gear and stored it in his spatial storage, took out his newly bought drone from his backpack, found a dense old tree, squatted down against the trunk, and swiped his finger across the remote control screen. The drone hummed and took off.

The black quadcopter swept past the treetops, and the images captured by the camera were transmitted frame by frame back to the remote control screen.

Lin Mo controlled the drone to slowly advance along the mountain path. The alchemy room was empty, the door was crooked, and the shelves were empty. The scripture pavilion, a three-story wooden building, stood quietly, with a thick layer of fallen leaves in front of it, which no one had swept.

The furnace chamber was closed, and the wooden door was tightly shut. The ground still bore the craters left by the Barrett blast he had used last time, as well as the dried and blackened bloodstains.

He flew the drone all over the sect's territory, but there wasn't a single living person in sight.

"Strange, where did they go?"

Lin Mo frowned as he stared at the screen, then flew around again to confirm.

The entire Hehuan Sect seemed to have vanished into thin air; not only were there no disciples, but not even a small animal was seen.

He suppressed his confusion; no matter what, it was best to leave this place first!

He used a drone to thoroughly scout the path down the mountain, confirming there were no ambushes along the way, before picking up his shotgun and, under the cover of the trees, making his way towards the mountain gate.

Unbeknownst to him, not far above him, on the mountainside, in an inconspicuous pavilion, several disciples of the Hehuan Sect were peering intently at him through the window cracks.

One of them was sketching rapidly on a rough sheet of paper with a charcoal pencil. The person in the drawing was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, holding a shotgun, and looked exactly like Lin Mo.

The other two released a carrier pigeon through the back window. The gray-feathered pigeon flapped its wings and took flight toward the mountaintop.

Lin Mo arrived at the mountain gate smoothly, passed through the gate tower, and descended along the winding mountain road.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, he suddenly turned around. A figure was rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed on the mountain path behind him, leaving a blurry afterimage in the moonlight. The figure was even faster than the red ribbon.

The figure moved nimbly across tree trunks and rocks; it was none other than the Hehuan Sect Master, with whom he had fought before.

Lin Mo did not run away.

He pulled the pineapple machine gun from his spatial storage, shouldered it, and pulled the trigger at the approaching dark figure.

The ammunition belt was frantically pumped from the feed port, and spent casings ejected from the ejection port bounced all over the ground, the dense barrage completely blocking the sect leader's pursuit route.

The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect leaped left and right, his figure twisting and turning several times amidst the hail of bullets, before finally leaping into a half-collapsed dilapidated temple at the foot of the mountain, the brick walls shattered by bullets.

"Boy, you've gone too far!"

The sect leader's voice boomed from behind the ruined temple walls, carrying a powerful internal force that caused the surrounding leaves to rustle and fall.

Taking advantage of the reloading break, Lin Mo quickly retreated behind a rock about half a person's height, but his mouth didn't stop talking:

"I'm going too far? When you kidnapped me to be your vessel for sexual exploitation, why didn't you say you were going too far then?"

There was a two-second silence from the dilapidated temple.

The sect leader's tone carried a hint of confusion:

"Abducted? Are you perhaps mistaken? With your cultivation and abilities, how could the disciples of the Joyful Union Sect possibly abduct you?"

What he said was the truth.

The young man's use of muskets, poison mist, and his unbelievable ability to disappear on the spot was something that ordinary disciples could not withstand. Not to mention ordinary disciples, even he himself almost fell victim to the musket barrage.

If anyone in the Hehuan Sect could forcibly abduct such a ruthless person to the mountain, they would have no chance of holding the position of sect leader.

"There's no misunderstanding."

Lin Mo had no interest in explaining to him. While dealing with the conversation, he quietly took out a drone and a string of grenades from his spatial storage.

He secured the grenade to the drone's mounting hook with a thin rope, and attached the pull ring to the remote-controlled throwing device.

The drone buzzed as it rose from behind the rocks and flew straight up to the ruined temple.

The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect heard a buzzing sound coming from above. He looked up and saw a strange black cross-shaped object flying towards him.

He instinctively sensed something was wrong, but looking at the dilapidated temple roof that was sheltering him from the wind and rain, he felt that with the cover there, even if the other party used hidden weapons, they couldn't hurt him. Going out rashly might be more dangerous!

At the same time, he really didn't want to give up. Based on his previous observations, Lin Mo's internal energy cultivation was at most at the third-rate level, which was far inferior to his own.

A third-rate young man was able to turn the Hehuan Sect upside down with the help of external objects. How precious must those external objects be?

If they could seize it and make it their own, the Hehuan Sect might be able to recoup their losses with interest.

Lin Mo was overjoyed to see that he hadn't run away.

If the opponent really takes off running, even a top-notch fighter might not be able to catch up with the drone's speed.

He slid his thumb across the remote control screen, locked the crosshair onto the roof of the dilapidated temple, and then slammed down the throw button.

When the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect saw the black lump throw something down, he instinctively felt a strong sense of unease and turned to rush out of the dilapidated temple.

However, he had only taken two steps when a loud explosion erupted behind him. The grenade detonated inside the dilapidated temple, and the shockwave, carrying shrapnel and broken bricks, shot out in all directions, blowing away half of the temple's wall.

The sect leader was slammed hard into the back by the shockwave, flying seven or eight steps through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, covered in blood, with several pieces of shrapnel embedded in his back.

But he was a top-notch expert after all. His internal energy protected him and negated most of the fatal damage. He stood up, supported himself on the ground, and disappeared into the nearby woods without looking back. He moved in an S-shape and disappeared from sight in a few flashes in the bushes.

Lin Mo gazed at the now silent forest and spat regretfully.

Top-tier fighters are indeed tough; even grenades can't kill them.

However, this injury will keep him bedridden for ten days to half a month, so he won't be able to catch up for the time being.

He had no time to feel melancholy. Afraid that the other members of the Hehuan Sect would catch up, he packed up the drone and sped along the mountain road.

After running for more than an hour, the mountain road gradually leveled out, and the cliffs on both sides were left behind, replaced by sparse shrubs and scattered farmland.

Lin Mo stopped in a grove of trees, leaned against a tree trunk, drank half a bottle of cola, and swallowed a few compressed biscuits.

After recovering his strength, he took out the gray, antique-style costume and wig he had bought earlier from his spatial storage. He put on the wig in front of the front camera of his phone, tightened the belt of the costume, and then used his one-finger technique to gently press several acupoints on his face to fine-tune the contours of his facial features.

When he stood up straight again, the person on the phone screen was a handsome and refined young man in ancient costume, completely different from the one who had wreaked havoc in the Hehuan Sect.

After walking along the dirt road for most of the hour, we gradually saw signs of human habitation ahead.

There were more pedestrians and carriages on the official road, and vendors selling tea and steamed buns could be seen every now and then by the roadside.

A city, not large but fairly well-organized, appeared at the end of the official road, with two mottled seal characters, Yunxi, engraved on the city gate.