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

The pirate leader Zheng San, who had been observing from the shadows, now stared intently at Long Qingxue, his pupils slightly contracting in shock.

He had never taken the people in the county government seriously; in his eyes, they were nothing more than a bunch of chickens and dogs. He didn't even plan to fight them tonight.

It wasn't until Long Qingxue killed several people that his eyes widened in shock.

Because he discovered that this cold and beautiful woman in white under the moonlight was not only a martial artist, but also seemed to possess the legendary Xuan Yin Body.

His breathing suddenly became rapid.

The Profound Yin Body, a top-tier physique only heard of in martial arts legends, has actually appeared in a godforsaken place like Lianhai County.

The greed in his eyes was almost overflowing.

If I can get my hands on this woman, my cultivation speed will increase several times after I start absorbing her essence!

That way, my status in the military will be elevated!

But he didn't rush to make a move. Instead, he stared at Long Qingxue and observed her closely, trying to figure out her strength!

He soon discovered that Long Qingxue's internal energy fluctuations were roughly at the level of a second-rate first-stage cultivator, but her overall strength was only around a third-rate sixth-stage cultivator.

The opponent's sword angle was too straight, his footwork was too rigid, and his reaction was always a beat too slow. Every move he made seemed to be copied from a sword manual, and he didn't know how to adapt to changing circumstances.

It's like a child with immense strength but no skill in using it, holding a powerful sword that can cut through iron but only knowing how to swing it like a fire poker.

"Looks like she's a hothouse flower! I'm so lucky!"

Zheng San licked his lips and gestured to several trusted confidants hidden in the darkness behind him:

"I want that woman alive. She possesses the Xuan Yin Body. Whoever captures her will be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold and promoted three ranks."

Several martial artists reacted to the sound, leaping out of the darkness and forming a semi-circle to surround Long Qingxue.

There were seven people in total. Six of them were third-rate first-dan, and the other was a third-rate fifth-dan!

The seven worked in perfect harmony, their feet forming a coordinated attack formation. They advanced and retreated in unison, leaving virtually no openings in their offense or defense.

Long Qingxue was instantly tense when she saw seven people suddenly dart out of the darkness.

She parried the three swords that came slashing at her from the front, and just as she was about to counterattack, two more swords came thrusting at her from the flank. She had no choice but to withdraw her sword and retreat. Before she could even steady herself, she heard the sound of wind being cut from behind.

He struggled to defend himself, his swordplay gradually became chaotic, and several cuts appeared on his moon-white robes. Although no vital organs were injured, he was forced to retreat repeatedly.

Lin Mo glanced at the darkness where Zheng San was, and took out a long sword from his spatial storage.

This was seized from the body of the white-haired old man in the Hehuan Sect's Sutra Repository.

With a leap, he transformed into a blur and swept into the battle. The first move of the Quanzhen Sword Technique was executed from a tricky angle, the tip of his sword piercing the throat of a low-level martial artist. Blood spurted as the sword was pulled out, and the man fell backward before he could even scream.

He then twisted his waist and spun around, his sword strikes flowing continuously. The second sword slashed across another man's chest, and the third sword pierced straight through the third man's heart.

The ancient moves of the Quanzhen Swordplay were unleashed in his hands. Every sword strike was just right, using not a bit more force and not moving an inch too much. The formation of the martial artists besieging Long Qingxue was instantly torn open.

Zheng San's expression changed.

Second-rate, first-class!

This young county magistrate is actually only a second-rate first-class official!

Her swordsmanship was also genuine, unlike Long Qingxue's empty showmanship that only had internal strength but didn't know how to use it.

He recognized the Quanzhen Swordplay. It was the direct lineage of the Quanzhen Sect, with its moves being conventional yet concealing deadly intent, making it most suitable for those with profound internal strength.

He gritted his teeth. The Quanzhen Sect was a large and powerful sect with disciples all over the country. If this county magistrate were allowed to leave alive, it would be extremely troublesome if the Quanzhen Sect investigated.

But now there is no turning back. He is determined to obtain the Xuan Yin Body, and this magistrate must die here tonight.

Without further hesitation, Zheng San seized the moment when Lin Mo's sword had pierced through the fourth martial artist and his sword momentum was waning, and suddenly sprang up from the shadows, his long saber transforming into a sharp blade of energy, slashing straight at Lin Mo's back.

This strike was imbued with the full power of a second- or third-tier master, its blade whistling sharply as it cut through the air, swift and ruthless, intent on killing Lin Mo with a single blow.

Lin Mo felt a gust of wind behind his ears. Without thinking, he suddenly activated the Cloud Leap Technique, lightly tapping his toes twice on the ground, and moved three feet horizontally in mid-air, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

Zheng San's blade struck the bluestone ground, sending shards of stone flying and leaving a half-foot-deep blade mark.

Zheng San's pupils contracted.

Wudang Ladder Cloud Leap.

It seems that Lin Mo used this same lightness skill when he joined the battle. I didn't realize it at the time, but I can see it clearly now.

He was momentarily bewildered by the variety of martial arts styles employed, first using the Quanzhen Swordplay and then the Wudang Cloud Ladder Leap.

What exactly is their background?

But the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released. He gritted his teeth, his long sword swirling in his hand like waves, slashing at Lin Mo one after another with great force, each move aimed at a vital point.

Lin Mo swung his sword to parry, using the Quanzhen sword technique to defend instead of attack, and sparks flew as the swords clashed.

Although his cultivation level was two levels lower than Zheng San's, he had top-notch comprehension, so he could predict most of the opponent's moves after seeing them only once, and he was able to barely hold on for a short time.

During the exchange, Lin Mo used his sword as a finger, parrying Zheng San's horizontal slash while simultaneously flicking his left index finger. An invisible and traceless finger force shot out from his fingertip, striking Zheng San's shoulder squarely.

Zheng San groaned, his left shoulder suddenly felt sore and numb, and his longsword attack paused for a moment.

After taking three steps back, he clutched his shoulder, his expression even more shocked!

One-Finger Divine Skill, a unique martial art from Dali in the south.

The magistrate of a small coastal county in the east is proficient in Quanzhen swordsmanship, Wudang lightness skills, and Dali Duan family's One-Finger Divine Skill, with martial arts styles that span thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!

How is that possible?

No disciple of any prestigious sect would learn so many different martial arts styles at the same time.

Unless it's the evil cult Hehuan Sect that steals martial arts techniques from various schools by harvesting the essence of others!

Zheng San instantly became calm.

He couldn't afford to offend the Quanzhen Sect, he couldn't afford to offend the Wudang Sect, and he couldn't afford to offend the Dali Sect in the south, but the Hehuan Sect was the common enemy of all the famous and righteous sects in the world.

As long as he releases the news, he won't need to lift a finger; experts from various factions will come to clean up his own mess.

Having figured this out, Zheng San spoke with a cold smile:

"How ironic that a dignified county magistrate is actually a disciple of the heretical Hehuan Sect!"

"I never imagined that the pirates who were terrorizing the area were actually the garrison from the west of the city!"

As Lin Mo spoke, he threw his longsword to the ground and took out an M4 from his spatial storage.

Zheng San had seen muskets before, but never the M4 in Lin Mo's hand. However, he instinctively sensed a strong aura of danger and instinctively created distance, taking three steps back while simultaneously threatening:

"Boy, if you give me this Xuan Yin Body today, I'll spare your life and won't tell anyone else that you're from the Hehuan Sect."

If those prestigious sects find out you're from the Joyful Union Sect and have stolen their martial arts, even if you're a master of the Innate Realm, you'll still meet your end here!

Hearing the other party's words, Lin Mo frowned slightly. Judging from the other party's tone, it seemed that the Hehuan Sect was a pariah.

But he quickly realized that it made sense. The Hehuan Sect had so many martial arts manuals from various sects, and it was a crooked and shortcut-oriented sect. It seemed reasonable that it was a pariah.

"It seems I can no longer easily use those prestigious martial arts techniques from renowned schools!"

Lin Mo secretly memorized it, and then decisively aimed the M4 at Zheng San.