Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Chen Mo pushed open the slightly ajar courtyard gate.

The fragrance of osmanthus blossoms wafts over, so sweet it's almost cloying.

The yard was quiet, except for the sound of chopping vegetables coming from the kitchen.

He stood at the doorway and spoke first, without going inside.

Is anyone home?

The chopping sound stopped, the curtain was lifted, and the master's wife came out.

Wearing a plain blue apron, sleeves rolled up to her forearms, she held a rag in her hand.

Upon seeing a strange man with a goatee standing in the yard, her face immediately darkened.

"Who are you? Master Zhou isn't home. Go to the martial arts school to find him if you need anything."

His tone was cold, implying that he was being asked to leave.

Chen Mo didn't move, and switched back to his natural voice.

"it's me."

The master's wife was stunned for a moment.

Her brows relaxed from a furrowed expression, and she stared intently at Chen Mo, gently biting her lip.

The fingers gripping the rag slowly tightened, the knuckles turning white.

His eyes looked like someone who had been starving for a long time, suddenly seeing a table full of delicacies laid out in front of him, wanting to pounce on it and devour it immediately.

But the master's wife held back, turned around and walked into the main room, leaving behind a remark.

"Close the door."

Chen Mo closed the door behind him and followed him inside.

His wife poured tea with her back to him; her hands were trembling, and the spout of the teapot tapped against the rim of the cup.

He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pulled her into his embrace.

She froze, nearly dropping the teapot.

"Let go, the tea is going to spill."

Chen Mo didn't let go, resting his chin on her shoulder and speaking in a low voice.

"It's spilled, so be it. We haven't seen each other for ten days. Let me hug you for a while."

The teacher's wife placed the teapot on the table and put her hand on the back of Chen Mo's hand, which was wrapped around her waist, as if she wanted to pry it open, but she did not use any force.

What are you doing here?

"I came to see you."

Chen Mo's lips were almost touching her ear.

"I traveled a long way these past ten days, and it wasn't convenient to move around with my original face, so I got a new one. How is it? Are you satisfied with this new face?"

"It's so ugly."

"So what if it's ugly? You're not looking at its face anyway."

The master's wife broke free from his embrace and turned to face him.

"Get that stuff off your face, it's an eyesore."

Chen Mo smiled, walked to the well, drew a basin of water, and removed his disguise.

When I turned around, my master's wife was already sitting down at the table with a teapot in her hand, and two teacups were placed in front of her.

Chen Mo walked over and sat down next to her instead of sitting opposite her.

Thigh to thigh, she didn't move away.

Chen Mo reached out and took the cup of tea from her hand, took a sip, and then put it back in her hand.

"Your tea is still the best."

"The same tea leaves."

"no the same."

Chen Mo turned to look at his teacher's wife.

"Your drink tastes better."

The master's wife put down the teacup and slowly circled her fingers along the rim.

"How are your two girls?"

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips.

He knew that phrase all too well.

The question wasn't whether the two girls were good or not; it was who Chen Mo thought she was.

"They're doing well. They made arrangements before leaving, asking someone to look after the yard. I went back to check on them before coming here."

Chen Mo took her hand and gently rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand.

"But the first thing you asked them when you met was whether they should show concern for me first? After all, I'm the one sitting here."

"What do you care about?"

His teacher's wife looked up at him, her tone carrying a very faint hint of sourness.

"I've been concerned about you for over ten days, and you haven't come at all, not even a word?"

This was exactly what Chen Mo was waiting for.

He grabbed his teacher's wife's other hand and pulled her a step closer.

The two faced each other, so close they could feel each other's breath.

"Then tell me, what do you want to know? I'll tell you one by one."

"Where did you go?"

"I went on a long trip, and the roads were not safe."

"Where did you go?"

"I took care of some personal business. It wasn't anything good, so I can't go into details."

The master's wife looked up at him.

"Is it inconvenient for you to tell me, or do you think I'd worry if you did?"

"Yes, we have them all."

Chen Mo raised his hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers sliding across her earlobe.

"But even if I don't tell you, you'll still worry."

The teacher's wife kept her head down and didn't say anything.

She was different from those other girls. The other girls would ask for clear answers, but she knew that some things could only be left unsaid.

There's a reason he doesn't speak up.

If you force him to tell you, it might not be a good thing.

Her question was already the limit; to press further would be undignified.

Seeing that she was looking down and not speaking, Chen Mo suddenly pulled up his sleeve to reveal his arm.

There's an old wound that's just scabbed over; it was from a fall when I was a child. It's not deep, and its location is tricky, making it hard to spot.

"Look."

The master's wife looked down and frowned.

"How did this happen?"

"I ran into a few inconsiderate people on the way. It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

Chen Mo paused, looking into her eyes.

"I didn't want to show it to you, but if you don't take a look, you'll probably be even more worried."

The teacher's wife reached out and gently touched the skin next to the wound with her fingertips.

I touched it, then pulled back, then put it back on, my fingertip slowly gliding along the edge of the wound.

The movements were very gentle, as if afraid of hurting him.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"You're lying to me. How come it doesn't hurt with such a big cut?"

Chen Mo smiled.

It wasn't that he couldn't keep up the lie, but that he deliberately exposed a flaw so that his teacher's wife would see through it.

The more his master's wife felt sorry for him, the more he wanted to keep stacking the tattered items.

The typical tactic of a scumbag is to first make her feel sorry for him, and then, once she's felt sorry for him enough, to distract her.

From beginning to end, his wife was in sync with his rhythm.

Chen Mo reached out and pulled his teacher's wife into his arms.

The master's wife bumped into his chest, supporting herself on his shoulders with both hands.

"It doesn't actually hurt that much. I just wanted to see if you would feel sorry for me."

Chen Mo whispered in her ear, his voice so low it was like he was telling her a secret.

"Now I see it."

A very faint blush rose on the teacher's wife's cheeks, slowly spreading from her ears to her neck.

She raised her hand and gently tapped his chest.

Not a single word of the truth.

"Which part of it isn't the truth? Your distress is a fact, isn't it?"

The teacher's wife turned her face away.

The hand that was supporting him on his shoulder slowly loosened, slid down, and grabbed his shirt collar.

Chen Mo lifted his teacher's wife's chin and looked down at her.

The master's wife closed her eyes in response, her eyelashes trembled, and her fingers gripped Chen Mo's clothes tighter and tighter.

Chen Mo stopped at the corner of her mouth, neither kissing her nor pulling away.

Their breaths mingled, and they were so close that he could feel the warmth of her lips.

The master's wife opened her eyes, her eyes filled with suppressed emotions.

There was grievance, expectation, the disappointment accumulated from getting up every morning to water the flowers over the past ten days, and an unspeakable longing stuck in my throat.

Chen Mo deliberately refused to kiss her, insisting that she do it herself.

The teacher's wife bit her lower lip, tilted her chin up, and touched his lips to his.

It was very light and quick; after the touch, she buried her face in his chest, her ears turning bright red.

Chen Mo smiled with satisfaction.

"I haven't even tasted it yet."

This time, Chen Mo took the initiative to kiss her, and his teacher's wife collapsed into his arms.

After a while, Chen Mo took her hand and walked into the yard.

I relaxed when I reached the osmanthus tree and looked up at the canopy.

The tree was covered in golden blossoms, so dazzling that they made one's eyes water when the sunlight shone on them.

"These osmanthus flowers smell even better than last time; you must have watered them more."

His teacher's wife stood beside him, reaching out to brush away the osmanthus blossoms that had fallen onto his shoulder. "Water it once a day."

"Do you water it every day?"

"Um."

"No wonder. Flowers bloom well when people take good care of them."

"It's a blessing for this osmanthus tree to have met you."

He paused, looked down at her, and said, "Me too."

The teacher's wife raised her head, her eyes reddening, and her lips moved slightly.

"You..."

She opened her mouth, but before she could finish speaking, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

After a long while, their lips parted, and the master's wife's forehead rested against his chin.

The sound was very soft, so soft that it seemed to be blown by the wind and then blown away.

I'm thirsty.

This was exactly what Chen Mo was waiting for.

"Come on! Follow me inside!"

He rolled up his sleeves and spoke with a strong voice.

"Come on. I haven't wasted these ten days. I've studied and practiced diligently and made some breakthroughs. Today, I'll show my master's wife how amazing I am."

"Then you're not allowed to complain about being tired today."

Chen Mo miscalculated. He didn't expect his master's wife to be so skilled with her legs. She restrained Chen Mo with her legs, preventing him from escaping, and kept him under her control until evening!

The system panel is silently flashing.

[Gain Dual Cultivation Proficiency +100] ×12

Dual cultivation (Completion: 18000/30000)

Until evening.

Chen Mo walked out of the courtyard, supporting himself with one hand against the wall.

His goatee was crooked, one of his buttons was fastened wrong, and his steps were unsteady.

Behind him came his master's wife's lazy, satisfied voice: "You can come a little earlier next time."

Chen Mo didn't turn around, but slowly moved out of the alley while holding onto the wall.

The teacher's wife leaned against the door frame, retied her disheveled hair, and smiled.

She didn't turn back into the house until Chen Mo had turned the corner of the alley.

Chen Mo leaned against the wall all the way back to the courtyard.

When he entered the house, Suyue and Qingzhu were setting out dinner. Qingzhu ran over and took his arm.

"Has the young master gone off to negotiate another deal worth tens of billions?"

Su Yue poured a cup of hot tea and placed it on the table.

Chen Mo was helped to sit down, picked up his teacup and drank half a cup before he could catch his breath. He then waved to Qingzhu.

"Yes, I was careless this time and almost got myself killed."

P.S.: This book is dead on the table, it won't recover. Nothing worthwhile, time to study stocks.