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

Chen Mo reached out and picked up the booklet, casually flipping through two pages—pages he hadn't studied yet.

He was secretly overjoyed, but outwardly he pretended to be calm and spoke.

"Okay, come to the store to pick it up tomorrow afternoon."

The rough-looking man's eyes widened instantly, as if afraid that Chen Mo would change his mind, and he turned around and squeezed out of the crowd.

"You keep your word! I'll be waiting for you first thing tomorrow morning!"

These words were like pouring cold water into a hot oil pan; they immediately caused an uproar.

"I want to reserve one too! A Yellow-Rank cultivation technique! Make a note of it!"

"I need two! Exchange them for two bottles!"

"Line up behind me! Don't push!"

Dozens of people surged forward, overturning tables and chairs, and their hands were almost reaching Chen Mo's face.

Chen Mo didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly. The men in Lin'an City were so enthusiastic that he completed his mission ahead of schedule.

However, we need to impose some restrictions; we can't just switch to any trashy cultivation technique.

Chen Mo slapped the table twice.

"Everyone, stop for a second. If you want the secret medicine and the 'Heroic Man's Wine,' listen to me first."

He only spoke after the scene gradually quieted down.

"I never expected the men of Lin'an to be so hospitable!"

Immediately, someone below urged them on.

"Boss Zhang, hurry up and finish, I'm in a hurry to make a reservation."

"Yeah yeah."

Chen Mo chuckled.

"I can see that everyone has a desire to be a tough guy."

"But to be honest, my secret medicine and special wine are extremely time-consuming and resource-intensive to make. Production is currently limited, with only ten bottles of each per day."

"There are too few items and too many people, so without rules, things will fall apart. That's why we need to set the rules today to ensure everyone has a chance to exchange."

Chen Mo took a sip of his drink and then continued.

There are only two rules.

"First, we don't accept cultivation techniques below the Yellow Rank. If you're hoping to get lucky with a low-level technique, go home and sleep."

Several people in the crowd who were clutching low-level booklets blushed instantly and secretly pulled their hands into their clothes.

"Secondly, the pill formula only requires those at the Transformation Realm or above. The same goes for the medicinal herbs; those below that threshold can be used for soup."

An old man holding a few herbs in the corner sheepishly tucked them back into his coat and lowered his head.

"Everyone, please line up and register one by one. From now on, the list will be published every afternoon in the order it appears on the list, and those on the list can come and collect the secret medicine and wine themselves."

Once the rules were in place, the crowd spontaneously formed long queues, with people tiptoeing and craning their necks, making the place packed full.

Fatty Wang glanced at the long queue, then walked over to Chen Mo with a smile, rubbing his hands together.

"Young Master Zhang, I've got nothing better to do, so I've come to help you take notes!"

Liu Jingting closed his folding fan and walked over as well.

"Liu also came to lend a hand."

The two worked together, one counting and the other registering, and then handed the registering documents to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo sat in the main seat, flipping through each book that was handed to him.

System prompts kept popping up one after another.

[Host detected learning: "Whirlwind Blade Technique", record?]

Yes!

[Host detected learning: Iron Wire Fist, record?]

Yes!

……

We've made it big! We've made it big!

It's just like buying goods.

One after another, Yellow-rank martial arts techniques were entered into the system. Chen Mo only glanced at whether the rank of the techniques was correct and did not look at the other details carefully.

After about an hour, most of the people had finally dispersed.

Fatty Wang wiped his sweat, handed over the register, his voice trembling.

"Young Master Zhang, please count. There are a total of 57 Yellow-Rank cultivation techniques, 9 internal energy cultivation methods, and 8 formulas for Transformation Realm pills."

Chen Mo packed all the booklets into a cloth bag and weighed them in his hand.

He glanced at the night outside the window; there were still martial artists loitering on the street. He said casually.

"It's only the first day. Once your legendary story spreads far and wide in a few days, that number will increase tenfold."

Fatty Wang chuckled, scratched his head, and swallowed.

"It's all thanks to your secret medicine, young master. I'm only able to make a name for myself because of your secret medicine."

Chen Mo raised his hand and patted Fatty Wang on the shoulder.

"I'm short of someone to watch the shop. If you work hard for me from now on, you'll definitely get plenty of benefits."

Wang Pangzi had long admired Chen Mo to the point of worship, and he hurriedly nodded and bowed.

"Of course! From now on, I will follow you wholeheartedly, Young Master Zhang!"

"Based on the registration list, select ten people for the medicine and ten for the alcohol. Make a separate list with the title 'List of Macho Men.' Post it on the shop door first thing tomorrow morning and let them come and pick it up in the afternoon. It will be invalid if it's not picked up by then."

Before Fatty Wang could even make a move, Liu Jingting, quick-witted and agile, grabbed the paper and pen first.

"Young Master Zhang, leave this chores to me."

Chen Mo turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow.

"You can come and help if you want."

Liu Jingting responded repeatedly and buried himself in writing quickly.

Fatty Wang pursed his lips, secretly displeased.

Chen Mo didn't take it to heart at all; having competition was a good thing.

He turned to face the crowd surrounding him and spoke loudly.

"Listen up, everyone. Because of a shortage of raw materials, the shop can only produce ten bottles of each of the secret medicine and the 'Heroic Man Wine' per day."

After saying that, he took the paper that Liu Jingting had written and opened it to show everyone.

"See this list? These twenty people should go to the 'Dream Shop of a Macho Man' tomorrow afternoon to collect their secret medicine and alcohol. If they don't show up by then, they've automatically forfeited."

He folded it and handed it to Fatty Wang.

"Put this paper on the shop door tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Chen Mo picked up his cloth bag, stepped towards the door, and stopped just as he crossed the threshold, casually uttering a sentence.

"By the way, I have a close relationship with Registrar Wang, who is also close to the county magistrate. Anyone who wants to cause me trouble should think twice about their own capabilities."

The expressions of the men standing in the back row changed instantly.

The rough-looking man in first place slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"Don't worry, Boss Zhang! Anyone who dares to mess with you, robs your goods, or delays my medicine delivery is cutting off my path! I'll be the first to make them pay!"

"That's right! Anyone who dares to touch Boss Zhang is going against all of us!"

"Tomorrow I'll personally lead a team to guard the store entrance! Let's see who dares to cause trouble!"

One by one, they stood up, and the crowd was filled with righteous indignation, which was ten times more effective than Chen Mo's own threats.

Chen Mo didn't turn around, but only nodded slightly.

As Chen Mo left Zuiyue Tower, the night breeze brushed against his face, and he walked towards the small courtyard in the east of the city.

The alleyway became increasingly remote, with high walls on both sides and only a few stars overhead.

He walked slowly, but he had already calculated everything clearly in his mind.

There were three hiding around the corner ahead, two more following thirty meters behind, and the roof tiles were creaking softly—there were at least four more.

Two were at the Inner Strength Realm; the rest were all mediocre.

Chen Mo's lips curled into a slight smile.

Only nine people?

Who do you think you are?

As I walked to the middle of the alley, three people emerged from the corner ahead, carrying knives that gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Footsteps sounded behind me at the same time, blocking the way completely.

The leader of the thugs spat and grinned maliciously.

"Boy, leave the cloth bundle behind, and I'll spare your life."

Before Chen Mo could even switch hands, a pistol equipped with a silencer suddenly appeared in his right hand.