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

As dusk fell, the sky darkened.

Chen Mo arrived at Director Zhou's house alone.

Although he was nominally a disciple of the martial arts school, he rarely went to the school to practice.

He only went a few times, and each time he asked Han Tiesheng for leave on the grounds of having diarrhea.

With the 100x Proficiency System, his cultivation method is destined to be different from that of ordinary people.

If he were to train in the same way that martial arts school disciples do, it would be a waste of his time.

The martial arts school was merely a platform for him to acquire martial arts techniques and elixirs, but so far, he has only obtained a third-rate martial art from the school.

Everything else he obtained was through special means, by exchanging his body with his master's wife, and had nothing to do with the martial arts school.

Therefore, Chen Mo did not feel particularly angry about the martial arts school and what happened to Director Zhou. He was more like an outsider looking at something that was none of his business. He was more concerned about his master's wife.

Pushing open the half-closed courtyard gate, a suffocating atmosphere rushed out.

The room was dimly lit, and the sound of weeping could be heard softly.

Three familiar faces were all standing guard by the bedside.

Han Tiesheng stood on the far side, his fists clenched tightly, his face ashen, his eyes red-rimmed, and he remained silent, filled with resentment and anger.

The master's wife, who was standing by the bed, looked haggard, her face was pale, and her eyes were red and swollen from crying.

When she saw Chen Mo enter, a hint of panic and dependence flashed across her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it due to her status, leaving only helplessness in her eyes.

And standing at the very back was the young and impetuous Zhou Ping.

He stared intently at his master lying on the bed, his teeth grinding together, his chest heaving violently, his whole body radiating a murderous aura.

On the bed, Director Zhou, who was once at the peak of his inner strength, was now in a miserable state.

All the meridians in his body were shattered, his martial arts cultivation was completely destroyed, most of his bones were broken, and his aura was extremely weak.

It's a state where there's more air being exhaled than air being inhaled.

Anyone with eyes can see that he won't last much longer.

The Li family's actions were not intended as a lesson or warning, but rather to eliminate any potential threats at all.

In the eyes of the Li family, only the deceased Director Zhou was the Director Zhou they could truly trust.

"Those scoundrels!"

Zhou Ping suddenly let out a low roar.

He turned his head sharply, glanced at the people in the room, and clenched his fists.

"Master's current state is all the Li family's fault! I don't care how powerful they are, I'll go to the Li family tonight and risk my life to avenge Master!"

After these words were spoken, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Han Tiesheng sighed heavily, his face bitter, unable to utter a single word.

He was at the sixth level of body refinement, but his strength was far inferior to Zhou Ping's.

Even if he wanted to take revenge, he simply didn't have the ability and could only watch helplessly as his master suffered such a calamity.

The master's wife lowered her head slightly, tears silently streaming down her face, her heart filled with despair.

Everyone was overwhelmed by grief and helplessness, and no one noticed Chen Mo standing at the door.

Zhou Ping, however, caught a glimpse of Chen Mo out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes instantly filled with deep contempt and disdain.

Chen Mo remained calm throughout, quietly observing the group, clearly understanding their situation.

Zhou Ping is at the eighth level of Body Refinement, which is indeed top-tier among the younger generation in Qing Shi Town, and his physical constitution is also quite good.

It's a pity he's too young and naive; a typical hothead.

He possesses great skill, yet his mind is clouded.

Anyone who dares to shout for revenge based on mere hot blood and actually rushes to the Li family will only end up with one fate: losing their life in vain.

Chen Mo neither mocked nor tried to dissuade him.

No need.

Young people will never see reality clearly unless they suffer losses.

Just then, Director Zhou, who was lying on the bed on the verge of death, seemed to sense that there were outsiders and struggled to open his heavy eyelids.

His cloudy gaze slowly moved, finally landing on Chen Mo at the door.

The moment he saw who it was, a slight twitch appeared on his withered face.

He raised his hand and waved it with all his might.

"You...all of you, please go out first."

His voice was weak and hoarse, almost inaudible.

The master's wife stiffened, her face full of worry, reluctant to leave.

Han Tiesheng also stepped forward and whispered:

"Master, your health..."

"go out!"

Director Zhou's tone suddenly became stern.

Han Tiesheng dared not disobey, so he could only grit his teeth, turn around, and leave the room.

The teacher's wife gave Director Zhou a deep look, then glanced at Chen Mo discreetly. Suppressing all her concerns, she quietly retreated.

Zhou Ping, the last one remaining, was filled with resentment and wanted to stay and protect his master.

"Master, I'll stay and keep you company!"

Director Zhou waved his hand again:

"I have something to say to Zhang Deshuai alone."

Zhou Ping frowned. In his eyes, Chen Mo was a complete lazy bum and good-for-nothing.

Born into an ordinary family with no background or connections, he didn't know how to train hard after entering the martial arts school. Instead, he pretended to be sick and slacked off all day, willingly degenerating into a slump.

He hates this kind of person the most.

They had a chance to turn their lives around, but they chose to squander it; they were hopeless.

Zhou Ping gave Chen Mo one last fierce look, full of disdain and incomprehension, and reluctantly left.

Forced by his master's authority, Zhou Ping, though unwilling, could only glare fiercely at the door, turn around and walk out of the room, closing the door behind him.

In an instant, only Chen Mo and the dying curator Zhou remained in the huge room.

The door was tightly shut, cutting off all sound.

With his last breath, Director Zhou stared intently at Chen Mo and slowly spoke:

"Zhang Deshuai...who exactly are you?"

Without any preamble or small talk, she went straight to asking the question that had been lingering in her heart for a long time.

Chen Mo stood still, his expression calm and undisturbed, without uttering a word of reply.

Looking at his calm demeanor, Director Zhou smiled weakly and continued:

"I've known for a while that something was off about you."

"I could tell when you brought alcohol to my place last time."

"I've been a lifelong drinker, and I've tasted countless fine wines and rare vintages in the county, but none of them can compare to the jar of wine you casually brought with you."

"Your speech, your demeanor, your composure—these are qualities that a small place like Qing Shi Town could not possibly produce."

"I've kept my doubts to myself all this time, but now that I'm about to die, can't you just tell me the truth?"

He used the last of his strength to seek the truth.

But Chen Mo remained silent.

He is a human from Earth, and he will not reveal the secret of his transmigration, even if the other party is about to die.

He and Director Zhou didn't have a deep friendship to begin with, and the latter was always wary of him, so it wasn't worth risking his identity to expose himself.

Seeing that Chen Mo remained silent and refused to utter a single word, Director Zhou's hope completely vanished, and he gave up entirely.

He took a few slow, labored breaths, his breathing growing increasingly weak, and changed the subject, asking in a trembling voice:

"So what level are you at now?"

This question has nothing to do with one's background, but only with one's strength.

This time, Chen Mo broke his silence and spoke calmly:

"Early stage of air control."

These five simple words, like a thunderclap, resounded in Director Zhou's ears!

Director Zhou, who was already barely breathing, suddenly had his pupils contract sharply, his whole body trembled violently, his chest heaved violently, and he almost passed out.

He spent his entire life cultivating diligently, and even at his peak, he was only at the late stage of the Inner Strength Realm, which is already the ceiling of martial arts for most people.

Qi Control Realm!

That's far beyond his level!

A realm I've been unable to break through!

The disciple in front of me, who rarely comes to the martial arts school and is regarded by everyone as a good-for-nothing, is actually a Qi Control Realm expert!

A tremendous shock filled his mind, leaving him deeply shaken.

A moment later, a glimmer of desperate hope suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he hurriedly spoke, his tone pleading:

"I would like to request that you take over the martial arts school!"

"After I die, the martial arts school will surely be destroyed. No one in the entire Qing Shi Town can stop the Li family! Your strength is more than enough to suppress the Li family. As long as you take over, the martial arts school can be saved! I'm begging you!"

Faced with Director Zhou's dying pleas, Chen Mo remained calm and simply shook his head in refusal.

"Not interested."

"Qingshi Town is too small; a small-town martial arts school can't keep me here."

"I'm going to a wider world, I won't stay here."

His tone was straightforward, his attitude resolute, and there was not a trace of hesitation.

The hope on Director Zhou's face shattered instantly, leaving him filled with despair.

But just then, the earth-shattering event of the previous night suddenly flashed through his mind.

The entire Zhao family was slaughtered overnight, leaving not a single chicken or dog alive!

Everyone in Qing Shi Town was speculating about the killer's origins, but no one could find a single clue.