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

Late at night, in an alley in the east of the city.

Torches were lit at both ends simultaneously, their orange-red light dazzling the eyes.

Nine men blocked the alley entrance, the leader carrying a large knife with the tip pointed at Chen Mo.

"Hand over the secret recipes for the medicine and the wine, and I'll spare your life."

Chen Mo slowly turned around, flipped his right hand, and revealed a palm-sized lump of iron, gleaming coldly.

The leader frowned.

"What is that? A hidden weapon?"

Chen Mo didn't say anything, and pulled the trigger directly.

"Bang!"

The burly man behind the leader suddenly caved in his chest, as if struck by a battering ram, and a cloud of blood erupted from his back as he fell straight down without uttering a sound.

The leader stared down at the corpse, his face frozen.

I couldn't see anything clearly at all, I couldn't see anything at all.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Second tone, third tone.

One by one, the people around him collapsed, and the leader finally reacted, hissing.

"Charge! Charge!"

He shouted the loudest, but took a half step back.

Seven out of nine people collapsed.

The remaining two were at the Inner Strength Realm. They exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, they turned and ran.

Chen Mo put the gun back into the bronze ring, then flipped his right hand over, revealing the eight-sided Han sword in his palm.

He didn't chase after them, but casually swung his sword.

The sword energy shot out close to the ground, and the one running behind had just taken a step when he felt a chill at his waist and was instantly cut in two.

The one who had climbed over the wall was about to turn around when the sword energy reached his face, slicing off half of his head at an angle.

The alley fell silent instantly.

Chen Mo sheathed his sword, not even glancing at the corpses scattered on the ground, and continued walking forward with his cloth bag.

Three lean men dressed in black suddenly emerged from the shadows and knelt on one knee.

"Young Master Zhang, I was sent by Registrar Wang. Please rest assured that this matter will be handled by me."

Chen Mo glanced at them and nodded.

"Clean it up."

"yes!"

This was something Chen Mo had specifically instructed Wang Fucheng beforehand: in the future, they would inevitably encounter some people who were courting death in Lin'an City. Killing them would be easy, but collecting their bodies would be a real hassle.

Therefore, having a professional corpse collection team would solve many of his problems.

Chen Mo returned to the small courtyard in the east of the city, where all three women were fast asleep.

He wasn't going to sleep; he put the cloth bag into his bronze ring and started working.

Only by quickly transforming these things into our own strength can we sleep more soundly in this world.

Moreover, as long as he takes action, he gets positive feedback, so he simply can't stop.

The system notifications in my mind were like a pot exploding, popping up non-stop.

[Congratulations! Your "Whirlwind Blade Technique" has broken through! From Mastery to Perfection!]

Congratulations! "Iron Wire Fist" has broken through! From Mastery to Perfection!

Congratulations! Breakthrough in "Opening the Monument Palm"! Great Success → Perfection!

……

My proficiency level skyrocketed, and the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon. Then, the final notification popped up.

The fifty-seventh gate, complete.

Chen Mo glanced at the panel, which showed a neat row of "Perfect" marks, and all the proficiency values ​​for the various techniques were consistent.

It looks so pleasing!

He yawned, closed his eyes for three seconds, and used his deep sleep skill.

It's alright, much easier than playing games all night.

Next, you record a tutorial video for the Perfect Realm, then lie down and grind at double speed to reach the Transcendent Realm.

The next morning, as soon as the three women got up, they saw Chen Mo lying on a recliner watching videos.

Qingzhu jogged over and asked.

"Young master, how was your first day at the shop yesterday? Did it go smoothly? Did anyone cause any trouble?"

Su Yue and Xu Wanqing also came over with several cups of tea and sat down.

Chen Mo picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"It went very smoothly. We had a good harvest; no one caused trouble, and everyone lined up to get their medication changed."

Qingzhu's eyes lit up.

"You've switched to a different cultivation method?"

"All fifty-seven cultivation techniques are of the Yellow Rank."

"Fifteen, fifty-seven gates?"

Qingzhu opened her mouth wide and raised her voice several decibels.

Su Yue stared at Chen Mo intently and asked a question.

"Young master, you've exchanged so many in just one day, won't you be able to exchange even more in the future?"

Chen Mo put down his teacup, his tone indifferent.

"Yes, there will only be more in the future."

"By the way, I've mastered all of them."

Xu Wanqing put down her teacup and stared at him.

"How many perfect ones did you say?"

"All fifty-seven doors."

The courtyard fell silent instantly.

Qingzhu's mouth was so wide open it could fit an egg, and her eyes were wide open, unable to close for a long time.

Su Yue looked at Chen Mo quietly, while Xu Wanqing's lips moved several times, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Chen Mo took another sip of tea.

"It won't be long before I reach the Transcendent Realm, and then I'll teach you."

Qingzhu nodded mechanically, and Suyue also nodded slightly in response.

Xu Wanqing took a deep breath, picked up the teacup again, and then put it down.

"You're a monster."

Qingzhu moved closer to Chen Mo, pinched his arm back and forth, and patted his shoulder, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Young Master, how did your cultivation progress so dramatically? How exactly did you train?"

Chen Mo reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"It's simple, you can practice while lying down."

Su Yue and Xu Wanqing blushed deeply.

Eager to go out shopping as soon as possible, the three women chatted for a few minutes before continuing their cultivation in the courtyard.

Chen Mo continued to cultivate while lying down.

In the afternoon, Chen Mo waved goodbye to the three women and walked out of the courtyard.

As Chen Mo passed by the alley from last night, he took a special look at it.

The bluestone path was clean and spotless, without a trace of blood.

The marks left by the sword energy on the wall were all smoothed out with lime.

Professionals are indeed efficient at their work.

As we approached the shop, we could see a huge crowd of people from afar.

The line stretched from the store entrance all the way to the street corner, and after turning the corner, it extended for half a street.

There are all sorts of people in the team.

The wealthy steward, dressed in silk, had a small notebook tucked into his sleeve and looked anxious.

The pimp at Zuiyuelou used a food box as a stool, squatting in the queue and yawning.

There were also two people from the martial arts school, one with a bruised and swollen face, glaring at each other, clearly having just fought over a spot.

Fatty Wang stood on tiptoe and peered through the doorway. When he saw Chen Mo, his eyes lit up, and he skipped over.

"Young master, you've finally arrived! These bastards have been squatting here since dawn. One of them has been holding his pee for three hours straight and hasn't dared to move, afraid someone will take his spot!"

"Are there really this many people coming to the martial arts school?"

Liu Jingting stood behind the counter and poked his head out.

"Young Master Zhang, the third batch of reservations has reached page seventeen. This business is even more insane than the release of the martial arts examination results."

Chen Mo squeezed through the crowd into the store, walked behind the counter, and slowly picked up his teacup to take a sip.

Hundreds of people stood outside, craning their necks, their hearts pounding in their throats.

After putting down his teacup, Chen Mo pretended to walk to the backyard and returned carrying a large wooden box.

He placed the wooden box on the counter and opened it.

Ten bottles of secret medicine and ten bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) were neatly arranged.

A chorus of swallowing sounds came from outside the door.

"Manager Wang, read out the list."

Chen Mo pushed the paper over and leaned against the counter.

Fatty Wang cleared his throat, his voice just loud enough to drown out the buzzing voices.

"First place, Butcher Zhang! Trade a Yellow-Rank cultivation technique for a bottle of 'Macho Man's Wine'."

A burly man in the crowd paused for a second; he was the very same burly man who had made the first appointment last night.

"I'm here!"

He squeezed to the front of the counter, took the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) with both hands, unscrewed the cap, and brought it to his nose to smell it.

Her eyes immediately turned red, and her voice trembled.

"This flavor...it's really strong!"

He stuffed the wine into his coat and squeezed it out, shouting as he did so.

"Make way, make way!"

Someone nearby shouted.

"What's your rush!"

Zhang the butcher didn't even turn his head.

"Gifts! It's the county magistrate's clerk's birthday today. If this gift is delivered properly, my daughter can get a job in the embroidery workshop!"

Some people laughed and cursed.

"You're a pig butcher, and your daughter wants to use an embroidery needle?"

Butcher Zhang shouted back.

"Can't a butcher's daughter hold an embroidery needle?"