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

At noon, in the courtyard.

Mother was carrying dishes out of the kitchen, Father was setting out bowls and chopsticks at the stone table, and Lu Xingyao and Ye Yunshu were squatting under the fruit tree peeling garlic.

After peeling the last clove of garlic, Lu Xingyao stood up, patted the garlic skin off her hands, and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Then she froze on the spot.

In mid-air, a figure was slowly drifting down from the sky.

It's like a leaf blown down by the wind, falling slowly against all reason.

Chen Mo's white shirt was gently lifted by the mountain breeze, and there was nothing under his feet to lean on.

He stood there in the air, as if he were walking down an invisible staircase, step by step.

Sunlight shone from behind him, casting a pale golden halo around him.

Lu Xingyao stared wide-eyed at Chen Mo.

Seeing that Lu Xingyao was looking up without moving, the mother followed her gaze to the sky, and her hand trembled, almost dropping the plate.

The wine glass that the father had just picked up stopped in mid-air, the wine swirling slightly inside.

Ye Yunshu suddenly stood up, the garlic in her hand slipping through her fingers and falling to the ground without her noticing.

Chen Mo slowly floated down in front of the stone table, making almost no sound when his feet touched the ground.

The courtyard was quiet; even the hens had stopped pawing the ground and were staring blankly at the stone table.

"Mom, is dinner ready?"

His mother snapped out of her daze and rushed over first, grabbing his arm and checking him over, her voice still trembling.

"How did you get down from the sky? Are you hurt? What happened just now?"

Her hands patted Chen Mo's shoulders, arms, and back repeatedly, as if to confirm that he was intact.

Lu Xingyao rushed over, circled him several times, squatted down to pinch his calves, and then stood up to touch his shoulders.

"Brother Mo! You can fly? You landed by yourself? Not with wires? Not special effects? How did you do that?"

The father put down his wine glass, walked up to Chen Mo, looked him up and down, and said nothing.

He glanced back at the sky, where a person had just been hanging, but now it was empty, with only a few white clouds drifting slowly by.

His mother pulled Chen Mo to sit down and pressed him to tell her where he had learned this skill and whether it would be harmful to his health.

Chen Mo had already prepared his explanation.

"This is a lightness skill. I learned it from an old Taoist priest on Longhu Mountain. He's the same old Taoist priest who taught me medicine before. The skills he taught me only strengthen the body."

The worry on her mother's face dissipated considerably.

"That old Taoist priest taught you medicine last time, and now he's teaching you to fly... How come this old Taoist priest knows everything? What does he want from you?"

Chen Mo made it up on the spot.

"He's after my money, so I'll give him money for his retirement. The old Taoist priest is very old, the temple is in very difficult conditions, and he has many disciples, so even feeding them is a problem. I donated one million to the temple before he agreed to teach me."

"Mom, don't worry, this is a skill I earned with money."

The mother remained silent for a long time.

"...Okay. You're much smarter at accounting than your dad. You've learned a lot of skills and even cured your dad. This money was well spent."

The father lit a pipe beside him and took a puff.

"Don't let outsiders know that you flew down from the sky. There are too many people in the village, and it will cause trouble if word gets out."

He paused, then added.

"Don't fly home like that again. Your mom was so scared just now that she almost dropped the plate of food."

Chen Mo nodded.

"Don't worry, only the four of you know about this."

Lu Xingyao quickly raised her watch in response.

"I absolutely will not tell anyone! Not a single person!"

Ye Yunshu also spoke up.

"Auntie and Uncle, don't worry, I know what's important, I won't tell anyone."

The father nodded and said nothing more.

The mother looked at her two daughters and nodded in satisfaction, then pulled them down to sit.

"Alright, alright, sit down and eat first, fill your stomach."

At the dinner table, Lu Xingyao kept asking questions, including whether she could learn it.

Chen Mo put down his chopsticks and spoke.

"Dad, Mom, I learned a lot of martial arts from the old Taoist priest, and I plan to teach you martial arts too. It will make you healthier, and Xingyao and Yunshu can also use it for self-defense."

Lu Xingyao's eyes lit up.

"I've wanted to learn this for ages!"

Ye Yunshu nodded as well.

The mother was puzzled.

"Why bother practicing martial arts? We don't need to fight."

The father also frowned.

"Why should we practice martial arts at our age?"

"It's not a fight."

Chen Mo shook his head and pointed to the firewood in the yard.

"Practice will increase your strength, making your work easier. Before, you could only carry a little over 100 pounds of firewood, but with martial arts training, you can carry 400 or 500 pounds."

"Is it really that amazing?"

The mother didn't quite believe it.

Chen Mo stood up and pointed to the stone table.

"Dad, how did we get this table back then?"

The father put down his wine glass.

"This was carried up from the foot of the mountain by five or six strong men from your grandfather's generation. It took them a whole day to carry it, and they had to rest four times."

Chen Mo nodded and asked Lu Xingyao and Ye Yunshu to clear the dishes.

The stone table was quickly cleaned up. He held the edge of the stone table with one hand and gently lifted it off the ground.

Then he simply raised it above his head, without any bulging veins or trembling muscles in his arms, as if he were lifting a small stool.

The light in the courtyard was blocked by the stone table, casting a large shadow on the mother's face.

The mother took a half step back, knocking over the low stool behind her.

The father squatted down and measured the shallow indentation left by the stone table leg on the bluestone slab with his hand.

Then he looked up at Chen Mo, his voice dry.

"This...this stone table probably weighs over a thousand pounds. And you...you lifted it with just one hand?"

Chen Mo put the stone table back in its original position, and the ground shook.

"That's right. With my current strength, I can easily lift a stone table with one hand. That's why I want to teach you martial arts, not so that you can also lift stone tables, but so that you can increase your strength and make farm work easier."

The mother reached out and touched the edge of the stone table, then looked at Chen Mo's hand.

"If they practice this, they'll have more energy to work in the future and be able to do more and faster. There are still many families in the village whose fields are uncultivated; they can take over those fields..."

Chen Mo interrupted his mother.

"Mom, I teach you martial arts not so that you'll do more work, but so that you can have an easier time doing chores, or even not do them at all."

He looked into his mother's eyes.

"I'm very rich now, extremely rich. You don't have to work so hard on the farm anymore. I made money so you wouldn't have to work so hard. If you don't want to work anymore, you can rent out the land to others, and you can go wherever you want to have fun."

The mother paused for a moment, her eyes reddening slightly, but the corners of her mouth were turned up.

She lowered her head and wiped the corner of her eye.

"Then I won't take jobs from other people. I'll only do my own work. I can't stay idle; I can't stand being idle."

The father nodded in agreement.

Chen Mo continued speaking.

"Practicing martial arts can also improve your health and prevent illness. Dad's illness is almost cured, and practicing will help him recover even faster."

Lu Xingyao also spoke up at the opportune moment.

"Auntie, practicing martial arts makes you healthy, you don't catch a cold in winter, and you don't have back pain when you do housework."

Ye Yunshu continued the conversation.

"Yes, Auntie, my second uncle often practices martial arts in the army, and he's the healthiest person in the family now."

The mother looked at the two of them and said with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll learn martial arts from my son."

After the meal, to avoid being seen by outsiders, the five of them went up the back mountain together.

Chen Mo planned to teach them the "Stone-Shattering Fist" from the Tianxuan Continent, which has few moves and is simple.

He broke down the movements and taught them one move at a time.

My father was the first to try. He had a good memory, but his movements were stiff, and his shoulders and back were too tense when he threw a punch.

The mother practiced twice, but couldn't keep up with the rhythm and was always a beat behind.

Lu Xingyao had a dance background and learned the fastest, but her point of exertion was incorrect.

Ye Yunshu's movements were precise but lacked power, like she was doing slow-motion calisthenics.

An afternoon passed, and none of the four people had even entered the gate.

Chen Mo sat under a pine tree and lit a cigarette.

He has a hundredfold proficiency system, which means he has never experienced the feeling of not being able to learn or learning slowly.

Now, looking at his parents and two daughters' clumsiness, he suddenly felt a strange emotion.

This is what a normal person should be like.

Chen Mo took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke.

Can we use the system to speed up the learning efficiency of the four people?