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

Liu Biao knelt on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on Chen Mo in the main seat, his voice trembling.

"Zhou Hai... he's a member of the Crimson Fire Sect!"

Chen Mo paused for a moment, holding the teacup, and the tea sloshed around the rim.

He glanced at Wang Fucheng standing next to him and raised an eyebrow slightly.

He's been here so long and has never heard of those three words before.

Wang Fucheng's expression was strange. He understood Chen Mo's meaning and wondered why Chen Mo, as a member of the royal family, didn't know about the Crimson Fire Sect.

But he still took half a step forward, his voice extremely low and his throat tight, and he secretly glanced at Zhou Hai:

"Young Master, the Crimson Fire Sect is the number one... heretical sect in our Great Yuan Dynasty. Its followers are spread throughout the entire dynasty, and they are extremely well hidden. The imperial court has been trying to eradicate them for decades, killing one batch only to have another emerge, but it has never..."

"It can never be completely eradicated."

Zhou Hai, who was kneeling beside him, suddenly spoke, coughing up blood and letting out a cold laugh. Blood and foam hung from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were full of mockery.

"The people your court kills are just peripheral lackeys. You won't even touch a hair of a true believer."

Wang Fucheng's hand trembled suddenly. He swallowed hard, forced himself to continue, and spoke in a softer and softer voice.

"The Crimson Fire Sect is divided into... Outer Sect, Inner Sect, Deacons, and above that are the Protectors. The two Protectors on the left and right are both Grandmasters."

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair, tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest, and asked in a calm tone.

"Where is the cult leader?"

Wang Fucheng's face suddenly turned deathly pale, as if covered with a layer of frost. He shrank back, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible, as if afraid of being overheard by something.

"The sect leader... is rumored to be as powerful as the current emperor. He's a late-stage Grandmaster and could break through to the Innate Realm at any time."

His Adam's apple bobbed violently several times, and the last four words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Then ascended."

Chen Mo was stunned, then overjoyed.

Soaring.

The two words hit his ears, and his mind instantly flashed back to all the cultivation novels he had read on Earth.

Flying through the sky and escaping into the earth, achieving immortality, splitting mountains and severing rivers.

He kept his mind focused on practicing martial arts and building up his strength, but something was always on his mind.

Once you reach the pinnacle of martial arts, is that the end?

The answer is now available.

Not only is there a road, but people are already standing on the threshold.

He picked up the teacup, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.

His fingers were clenched tighter than before, his knuckles turning slightly white, but his face showed no sign of distress.

Not urgent.

Take it one step at a time.

Let's sort out the matter at hand first.

Zhou Hai suddenly calmed down, becoming a completely different person from before.

His hand unconsciously pressed against his chest. His clothes had just been torn, revealing half a dark red brand mark, like a ball of fire burned by a branding iron, its edges curled up and deeply embedded in the flesh.

The moment his fingertips touched the brand, he felt as if he had been electrocuted. His previously limp body gradually straightened up.

When he looked up again, the despair in his eyes was gone, replaced by a gleam that seemed almost maniacal.

"Cult?"

He repeated it, then chuckled.

"That's a label the imperial court slapped on you. Wang Fucheng, you've been a dog of the court your whole life. Do you know how many people freeze to death in the mass graves outside Lin'an every winter?"

"The corpses piled up layer upon layer, higher than the city walls. Did the imperial court ever intervene? Did the government offices ever open even a single grain of rice?"

He used the broken bricks on the ground to support himself and slowly stood up.

There was a dent in his chest, and every movement made him gasp for breath in pain, but his back was taut and straight.

"We'll take care of it. Our leader will lead us to overthrow this lousy court sooner or later. On that day, we'll decide who's evil and who's good."

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair and watched him quietly.

understood.

They were a bunch of rebels who, under the guise of saving the people, wanted to bring down the emperor.

Zhou Hai stopped, his gaze fixed on Chen Mo, his tone filled with unwavering confidence:

"You are indeed a grandmaster. But if you kill me today, do you think you can leave Lin'an City alive?"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice not loud, but it struck Wang Fucheng's heart like a stone.

"In Lin'an City, there is a protector of our Crimson Fire Sect."

Upon hearing this, Wang Fucheng's legs went weak and he almost couldn't stand up.

He turned sharply to look at Chen Mo, his voice trembling:

"Young Master! The protector of the Crimson Fire Sect is a late-stage Grandmaster! Just one step away from becoming a Great Grandmaster!"

"That's right."

Zhou Hai smiled, looking confident of victory.

"If you know what's good for you, let me go now. I can pretend tonight's events never happened."

The living room fell silent instantly.

Liu Biao knelt on the ground, his face as white as paper, sweat dripping down his chin, and his body began to sway.

He just risked his life to betray Zhou Hai; if that man survives, he'll be the first to die.

Chen Mo didn't speak.

His eyelids drooped, and his fingers slowly tapped the armrest. He didn't respond to the "protector's" words at all.

He was busy calculating in his mind.

With fifty-seven Yellow-Rank martial arts techniques, and after a while, I'll be able to master them all to the highest level, at which point my punching power will exceed 100,000 jin.

Late stage of Grandmaster?

I reckon one punch would be enough to smash it.

He wasn't afraid of any guardian at all.

What he feared was that this protector didn't possess what he wanted.

First, we need to find out who this protector is, and see if we can get something out of him.

After a moment of silence, Chen Mo put down his teacup, the porcelain cup making a soft sound as it touched the table.

He looked up at Zhou Hai, his tone indifferent:

"I can let you go. But you have to answer one question for me."

Zhou Hai's eyes narrowed, and he instantly became alert.

He had witnessed this man's capricious nature before, and "a problem" was definitely not that simple.

He said in a deep voice:

"Go ahead and ask."

Chen Mo leaned forward, speaking casually.

"Does your protector possess any Heaven-Rank cultivation techniques?"

Zhou Hai was completely stunned.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his mind went blank for a moment.

When a normal martial arts practitioner hears that a late-stage Grandmaster protector is in the city, shouldn't they be afraid, wary, thinking about how to run away or how to negotiate terms?

The man's first reaction was to ask if there were any Heaven-rank cultivation techniques.

His expression became incredibly strange, staring at Chen Mo for a long time as if he were seeing him for the first time.

After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a single, dry word:

"have."

Chen Mo nodded, as if he had received a satisfactory answer.

"How can I contact that protector?"

"I have a token on me. If I take the token to Zuiyue Tower, someone will be there to meet me."

"Drunken Moon Pavilion?"

Chen Mo never expected it would be Zuiyuelou.

Zhou Hai stared at him, a glimmer of survival flashing in his eyes, waiting for him to say, "You can go now."

As a result, Chen Mo stood up and waved to Wang Fucheng.

Wang Fucheng reacted immediately, rushed up and kicked Zhou Hai in the back of the knee, shoving him back to the ground, and searched his body for a token.

Zhou Hai's expression changed drastically. He struggled desperately, and his roars were shattered.

"You promised to let me go! You broke your promise!"

Chen Mo walked to the door and paused.

He glanced back at Zhou Hai and smiled.

"I said I would let you go, but I didn't say when."

"Stay here for now. We'll talk about your matter after I get my hands on that Heaven-Rank cultivation technique."