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

At midday, under the blazing sun, the portly shopkeeper was dozing off behind the counter of the general store, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, oblivious to anyone approaching.

Chen Mo raised his hand and tapped the counter three times, neither too hard nor too soft.

"Shopkeeper, do you sell this?"

The fat shopkeeper raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at Chen Mo, then closed his eyes again, speaking in a muffled voice.

"Not for sale. Please leave, young master."

Chen Mo didn't leave.

He leaned against the counter and glanced at the shelves.

A thin layer of dust covered the surface, and the abacus lay upside down in the corner, clearly indicating a lack of consistent, half-hearted work.

He turned his gaze to the Drunken Moon Pavilion across the street, where a girl was leaning against the door, cracking melon seeds and laughing.

"Shopkeeper, you've chosen a great location for this shop. I'm willing to pay a high price."

The fat shopkeeper frowned and looked up at Chen Mo.

"Not for sale, not for sale. It's an ancestral shop, only for rent, not for sale."

Chen Mo glanced at the fat boss's face. His skills in traditional Chinese medicine were so advanced that he could tell at a glance that the fat boss had a health problem.

Kidney deficiency!

He instantly had an idea.

"Manager, your seat faces the Drunken Moon Pavilion. You can sit here and watch the girls every day. Life must be quite comfortable."

Chen Mo paused for two seconds before speaking.

"I've heard that the girls at Zuiyue Tower are quite delicious."

Upon hearing this, the fat shopkeeper opened both eyes wide.

He sat up straighter and looked Chen Mo up and down.

Wearing a brocade robe and jade belt, he looked like a young master from a noble family, but he spoke without any airs, like a commoner who frequented the streets.

"What? Young master, you also have this taste?"

Chen Mo chuckled.

"What man wouldn't like that?"

The fat shopkeeper stared at him for a couple of moments, then suddenly grinned, as if he had found a kindred spirit.

He wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, walked around from behind the counter, and moved a chair to the doorway.

"Please sit, young master! I like to hear that. Unlike those pedantic scholars who are all talk and no action but are more anxious than anyone else behind the scenes."

The two sat down, and the portly shopkeeper started talking.

"Young master, you may not know this, but I don't run this shop to make money. It's an inheritance from my ancestors; I'm just content to keep myself from starving."

He gestured towards the door across the hall with his chin, looking smug.

"Besides, this spot is perfect. You sit right by the entrance every day, and the girls from Zuiyue Tower come and go. Their little waists sway so much, it's much more comfortable than earning money."

"That's great. You know all the girls inside?"

"It's so ripe! It's incredibly ripe!"

The chubby shopkeeper slapped his thigh, perked up, and started counting on his fingers.

"Lingling's slender waist, one twist and she could steal half a soul; Xiaohong's voice, it's crisp and clear even from two streets away; Xiaocui is the most charming, and Chunlan, her hands are so soft..."

He listed them off as if they were his own treasures, spitting as he spoke, and even after listing four or five, he was still not satisfied.

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair and listened, nodding occasionally. He only spoke slowly after the other person had finished speaking.

"I've heard that the Drunken Moon Pavilion is most famous for more than these things."

The fat shopkeeper abruptly stopped speaking, his eyes darting around.

"What you say is true, young master..."

"flowery."

The moment those two words were spoken, the fat shopkeeper's smile froze instantly, then he collapsed like a deflated balloon.

He chuckled twice, picked up the herbal tea next to him and took a big gulp, before speaking after a long while.

"That's the top star."

His voice was much lower, and he had lost his previous energy.

"Countless heroes and masters have fallen for her in bed, and no one has ever won against her to this day."

Chen Mo looked up at him.

"Has the shopkeeper been there?"

The fat shopkeeper's shoulders slumped, his round belly almost touching his knees, and he deflated completely.

"I've been there. That Ruhua's kung fu is truly amazing. I couldn't hold out for more than a few moves before I was out."

He shook his head and sighed.

"From then on, I avoided Ru Hua whenever I saw her; I couldn't bear the embarrassment."

Chen Mo looked at him.

"Shopkeeper, it's your health that's the problem, not your pride."

The fat shopkeeper looked helpless and spread his hands.

"On the day I went to take the challenge, I also took the Zhou family's secret medicine, which was very expensive, but I still couldn't last long."

"The Zhou family's won't work, but mine will."

The portly shopkeeper stared at him for several seconds, his eyes filled with disbelief: "Young master... what do you mean by that?"

Chen Mo took out a palm-sized white porcelain bottle from his pocket and placed it on the counter with a "thud".

"I have something here that can cure your ailment, and I guarantee it will be more effective than the Zhou family's."

The fat shopkeeper stared at the porcelain bottle for a couple of seconds, a hint of expectation flashing in his eyes, which then turned into suspicion. He reached out and pushed the bottle back.

"Young master, it's not that I don't believe you. Over the years, I've tried many things and spent a lot of money, but none of them worked. They're all just scams to fools."

Chen Mo didn't touch the bottle, his tone indifferent.

"Would those things you tried even last ten breaths in that brothel?"

The fat shopkeeper's hand froze in mid-air.

"I can do that."

"What makes you say that?"

Chen Mo leaned back and crossed his legs.

"You know the county magistrate, right? He used my medicine, and after he finished using it, he immediately took two concubines."

He didn't know whether he would take a concubine or not, but that didn't stop him from bragging.

The fat shopkeeper's eyes widened instantly, and his voice changed tone.

"The... the county magistrate?!"

"Go ask them if you don't believe me."

Chen Mo waved his hand.

"However, the county magistrate is extremely busy, and you may not be able to see him. Here's what we'll do: you try one pill first. If it works, sell it to me; if it doesn't, I'll just leave."

He pushed the porcelain vase forward.

"Think about it again. So many masters in Lin'an City have all fallen to Ru Hua. No one has won the bet yet."

"If you can last for more than half a cup of tea, then in this street, or even in the whole city of Lin'an, you can say you are a real man, and no one will dare to say a word against it."

The fat shopkeeper stared at the white porcelain bottle, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down several times.

He gritted his teeth and grabbed the porcelain bottle.

"Okay! I'll try it! If it doesn't work..."

"It didn't work, I'm leaving."

The chubby shopkeeper uncorked the bottle and poured out a small blue pill, which had a faint medicinal scent.

Without hesitation, he tilted his head back, threw the tea into his mouth, gulped down a large mouthful of cold tea, and swallowed it with a thud.

The chubby shopkeeper smacked his lips and patted his round belly.

"It's a little sweet. But I don't really feel anything..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of heat suddenly erupted from his lower abdomen.

It felt like boiling oil being poured into hot coals, and with a "whoosh," it spread throughout my entire body.

The fat shopkeeper jumped up from the stool with a loud yelp, his knee hitting the cabinet leg and knocking the teapot to the ground with a crash, shattering it into pieces and splashing tea everywhere.

He gripped the counter tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white, veins bulging on his forehead, his chubby face turning as red as a well-cooked pig's liver, and even the flesh on his cheeks was trembling.

"This...this..."

His voice was trembling.

"Ten times more potent than... than the Zhou family's secret medicine!"

Chen Mo said slowly.

"The county magistrate himself said it was good, would I lie to you?"

The fat shopkeeper suddenly ripped open his collar, panting heavily like a fat fish out of water.

"About the shop..."

"Let's talk about it after I go to Zuiyue Tower."

The chubby shopkeeper ran towards Zuiyue Tower as he spoke.