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

"Cars can be mass-produced on assembly lines, mobile phones can be mass-produced, so why can't elixirs be mass-produced?"

With the system's hundredfold proficiency cheat code, anything is possible.

Lu Xingyao opened her mouth, but couldn't find the words to refute it.

She scratched her head, finding it increasingly absurd, yet unable to find any fault with it.

Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa in the villa and turned to look at Ye Yunshu.

"Yun Shu, I'm entrusting you with the entire responsibility of setting up the company. You can start by establishing the framework. We'll decide on the specifics of what to plant and how to plant it after I return from the border."

Ye Yunshu nodded and took out her phone to take notes.

"Okay, I will take full responsibility for this matter."

She finished writing, looked up at Chen Mo, and asked.

"Brother Mo, is there anything else you need?"

Chen Mo thought for a while before slowly speaking.

"There's something else very important."

Ye Yunshu looked serious, waiting for Chen Mo to continue.

"Help me set up a top-notch biological gene laboratory. All the equipment must be configured to the highest standards and most advanced levels in the world. If it's not available domestically, purchase it from abroad. Don't try to save money."

"At the same time, we will utilize the Ye family's channels to acquire large quantities of aged medicinal herbs."

He had already made up his mind.

Taking advantage of the break during this border training trip, he had plenty of time to hone his skills in gene-related technologies.

Because he cannot find medicinal herbs with stronger effects and cannot refine better pills, his strength has stagnated.

I always feel uneasy about returning to the Tianxuan Continent to see the leader of the Crimson Fire Sect next time.

Although he now possesses strength of over 100,000 jin, the legendary sect leader is a Grandmaster, and a Grandmaster is ultimately a whole realm lower than a Grandmaster.

If the cult leader goes mad and attacks him, then things will get complicated.

He disliked fighting opponents of higher levels; it was risky, he wasn't confident, and he could easily lose his life.

I only like to dominate in one-sided games, like punching a nursing home or kicking a kindergarten. It's so satisfying.

Therefore, he wants to use genetic technology to improve medicinal materials and refine better elixirs to enhance his strength.

The existing medicinal materials have an inherent limit. No matter how well they are cultivated or nurtured, their medicinal properties will only reach that point and cannot support cultivation at the Grandmaster level.

Genetically modified medicinal herbs may be able to forcibly enhance their medicinal properties, break through the natural limitations of medicinal herbs, and cultivate top-grade herbs with medicinal properties far exceeding those of ordinary varieties.

As long as he can develop this improved medicinal material with extremely high medicinal properties, he can re-formulate and optimize it according to Taoist alchemical formulas and refine a high-level elixir that is truly suitable for Grandmaster-level cultivation.

Once his research on pills suitable for Grandmaster-level cultivators is successful, his cultivation level will be able to break through once again.

Only by breaking through to the Grandmaster level can one feel more at ease when facing the Cult Leader.

But he prepared for the worst: if the woman went mad and attacked him, and he couldn't defeat her, he would have no choice but to expose his secret of dual transmigration and travel back to Earth.

Thinking more is useless. What he needs to do now is to research pills for Grandmasters, and also to research and improve the ingredients for Bone Strengthening Pills and Blood Tempering Pills, enhancing their medicinal properties so that the people and warriors around him can cultivate faster.

This biological laboratory was extremely important to him, and Chen Mo had complete confidence in entrusting it to Ye Yunshu.

She is thoughtful and reliable.

In addition, with the Ye family's connections and resources, everything from approving qualifications to introducing top-notch equipment can proceed smoothly without him having to worry about anything.

Ye Yunshu looked down at her phone and typed a note. When she typed the word "gene", she paused for half a second, but didn't look up to ask or say anything. She just continued to write.

"Hey, hey, what about me?"

Lu Xingyao yawned and rushed over, pointing to her own nose.

"What work am I supposed to do? They can't just leave me idle!"

Chen Mo glanced at her and said slowly.

"Since you're so smart, why don't you be the supervisor? Keep an eye on Yun Shu and make sure she doesn't slack off."

"Supervisor?"

Lu Xingyao's eyes lit up at first, but then she realized what was happening and her face fell.

"So you're saying I don't have to do anything productive?"

"Yeah, what else would you do?"

"Okay..."

Chen Mo looked at her cute pout and joked.

"You just stay at home and do whatever you want. When I come back from the border and find that you haven't broken through your cultivation level, I'll deal with you then."

Upon hearing the word "border," Lu Xingyao immediately grabbed Chen Mo's arm and glared at him.

"Are you going to the border?"

"Yes, about half a month."

"I want to go with you too."

Chen Mo reached out and pinched her cheek, his fingertips slightly cool.

"You and Yunshu stay at home and do what you need to do. That place is over 4,000 meters above sea level; it's not a place for sightseeing."

"I can endure hardship too..."

Lu Xingyao pouted, but before she could finish speaking, Ye Yunshu pulled her aside.

Ye Yunshu put away her phone and looked up at Chen Mo.

"Be careful, we're waiting for you to come home."

After saying that, he pulled Lu Xingyao, who still wanted to argue, upstairs. When they reached the top of the stairs, he looked back and saw that Chen Mo had already stood up in the living room and was explaining something to Ye Jingge, his back straight.

That morning, Chen Mo and Ye Jingge packed up and took a military off-road vehicle straight to the airport.

Chen Mo changed into the uniform of a newly awarded major general and straightened his shoulder insignia in the rearview mirror in the car.

The two gold stars gleamed coldly in the dim light. When he asked the Ye family for this military rank, he originally just wanted to take advantage of the Ye family and deliberately make things difficult for them.

Later, I told my parents so that they could hold their heads high in front of their relatives and neighbors and understand their wish.

Now, wearing it and feeling my fingertips brush against the metal epaulettes, I feel a strange heaviness in my heart.

When he was in college, he had the opportunity to enlist in the army, but due to unforeseen circumstances, he was unable to go.

After starting work, I sometimes think about how things might be very different now if I had joined the army back then.

Chen Mo's mind drifted to the distance as he looked out the car window.

"Second brother, what are the soldiers like on the border?"

"None of the generals on the frontier rose through the ranks by sitting in an office."

Ye Jingge sat to the side, carrying a black military-grade reinforced case containing two hundred bottles of premium bone-strengthening pills.

"The soldiers below only recognize ability, not shoulder insignia."

Chen Mo hummed in agreement and continued watching the scenery rushing past the window.

It perfectly matches his imagination.

At 8 p.m., after getting off the plane, we were picked up by a private car. The convoy traveled for more than three hours before finally arriving at our camp deep in the snow-capped mountains.

The moment Chen Mo pushed open the car door, the biting cold wind rushed into his collar, scraping his face like a knife.

He squinted subconsciously. Before him were rows of low bungalows, their roofs covered with thick snow. The national flag on the flagpole fluttered in the wind, almost stretched into a straight line.

The team, which had just withdrawn from the patrol line, was standing in formation on the edge of the playground. Their faces were tanned dark red, their lips were cracked and bleeding, their eyebrows and hat brims were covered with white frost, and their breaths were like white mist.

Chen Mo scanned the queue, his gaze lingering on the last row for half a second.

He was an old soldier, his eyelids half-open, staring intently at his epaulets.

That look wasn't one of awe, but rather as if he were weighing the true worth of this golden star from the capital.