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

Before setting off, Chen Mo was forced into a chair by the three women and given a thorough dressing-down.

A moon-white brocade robe with subtle silver thread patterns, tied at the waist with a white jade belt, and covered with a layer of plain gauze.

Qingzhu squatted in front of him, tying and untying her belt, muttering to herself.

"I carefully selected this ribbon; the shopkeeper said it's the only one in the whole city."

"You've been dawdling for fifteen minutes just to tie this strap."

Chen Mo looked down at her.

"What do you know!"

Qingzhu didn't even raise her head.

"My belt is tied crookedly, so my whole body is crooked."

Su Yue stood behind him, combing his hair carefully, strand by strand, and finally inserting the silver hairpin neatly.

Xu Wanqing took a step back, looked him up and down with gentle eyes, reached out to straighten his collar, and said softly:

"Young master is so handsome, he's sure to bewitch that cult leader."

Chen Mo stood up and walked to the bronze mirror.

The person in the mirror is tall and elegant.

The dual cultivation of the Transcendent Realm grants a 150% increase in charm, further enhancing his already handsome appearance.

He nodded in satisfaction.

There was no movement behind me.

He turned around and saw the three women standing there, staring blankly at him.

Qingzhu's mouth was slightly open, and she was still clutching her belt in her hand.

Su Yue held the comb and forgot to put it down.

Xu Wanqing's gaze flickered for a moment before she regained her composure.

"He's back to life."

Chen Mo nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand in front of Qingzhu's eyes.

Qingzhu blushed, turned around and ran out.

Just then, Ruhua's voice came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Young Master Zhang, the time has come."

Su Yue went to open the door, and Ru Hua was standing at the door, about to speak.

His gaze fell on Chen Mo, and he swallowed a few times.

She looked her up and down again, and suddenly laughed.

"Young Master Zhang, your attire today doesn't look like that of someone going to discuss cooperation."

"Oh?"

"It looks more like they're going to kidnap a bride."

Chen Mo straightened his cuffs.

Is there a difference?

Ru Hua was taken aback, then smiled and shook her head, turning to lead the way.

After leaving Lin'an City, the two flew through the air.

The plains beneath our feet have turned into hills, and the hills into mountains.

On the first night, the two camped out on a hilltop.

The campfire crackled.

Ru Hua, stirring the fire, suddenly asked.

"Young Master Zhang, are you comfortable letting your three family members come out?"

"What's there to worry about?"

Chen Mo threw a piece of firewood into the fire.

"I told you before I left that I wanted to turn your cult leader into their sister."

Ru Hua's hand trembled, and the fire poker fell into the fire.

She turned to look at him as if he were a madman.

"How dare you say that?"

"I dare to even think about it, so what's there to be afraid of?"

Ru Hua stared at him for a long time before finally managing to utter a sentence.

"Young Master Zhang, you are the bravest man I have ever met in my life."

"You flatter me."

Chen Mo lay down on the ground, resting his head on his arm and looking at the stars.

The flight then lasted three days.

On the afternoon of the third day, Chen Mo asked.

"Miss Ruhua, I have something to ask you."

"explain."

"What does your cult leader like?"

Ru Hua glanced at him sideways.

Why are you asking about this?

"Oh, I just asked around."

Ru Hua stared at him for two breaths.

"Young Master Zhang, you wouldn't actually be plotting against our leader, would you?"

"Is that not allowed?"

Chen Mo answered confidently.

Ru Hua choked for a moment before slowly saying

"It's possible, but the people who have taken a liking to the cult leader over the years are all overgrown with weeds."

Chen Mo stared straight ahead.

"That's because they're not capable enough. I'm different from them."

Ru Hua scoffed, too lazy to argue with him, but after thinking for a moment, she still spoke up.

"The sect leader doesn't care about gold and silver, but she loves power. Moreover, she's obsessed with one thing in her life: martial arts."

Chen Mo laughed heartily.

Skillful.

That's the one thing he has in abundance.

"besides."

Ru Hua suddenly added, her tone becoming more serious.

"The leader hates it when men stare at her. The last one stared at her for five breaths and is still lying in bed. You'd better watch out."

Chen Mo waved his hand casually.

"Don't worry, I'm a very sensible person."

Ru Hua glanced at him, her expression clearly saying, "I don't believe you for a second."

As evening approached, Ruhua pointed forward.

"arrive."

A steep, high mountain suddenly came into view.

Surrounded by sheer cliffs on all sides, with only a narrow mountain path leading up the front, winding its way along the precipice.

The two landed at the foot of the mountain and walked up the road.

There were checkpoints one after another along the way, and the guards all bowed to Ruhua when they saw her.

"Right Protector".

Halfway up the mountain, in a large square, hundreds of disciples practiced their boxing, their fists whistling through the air.

Barracks, pillboxes, and armories were built against the mountain, and patrol teams moved back and forth in an orderly manner.

How many people are in the church?

Chen Mo asked.

"There are three thousand formal disciples and over one hundred thousand peripheral disciples."

Ru Hua's tone carried a hint of smugness.

As Chen Mo walked and observed, he realized that the Crimson Fire Sect was even more organized than he had imagined.

At the highest point, a magnificent building with upturned eaves stands.

Ru Hua led him around the front hall and along a quiet stone path to the back, stopping in front of an elegant little house.

Several clumps of unidentified flowers were in full bloom in front of the house.

Ru Hua stopped, cupped her hands, and spoke in a more solemn tone than usual.

"Master, I have brought Young Master Zhang here."

The room fell silent for a moment.

"Come in."

The two words, like jade striking each other, are both distant and clear.

Ru Hua pushed open the door.

A very faint wisp of sandalwood incense wafted out first.

The room was dimly lit, and on the low table sat a plain porcelain vase with a single white flower in it.

A woman was sitting cross-legged on a futon directly opposite the entrance.

She wore a loose red dress, and her long hair was unbound, draped over her shoulders like splashed ink.

Chen Mo frequently travels between the two worlds and has seen many beautiful women.

Even the most heavily edited female celebrities on Earth pale in comparison when standing next to her.

He was stunned for a moment.

He mentally added another point of credit for Ru Hua.

This woman wasn't bragging.

The cult leader heard footsteps and slowly opened his eyes.

The corners of his eyes are slightly upturned, and his pupils are clear yet unfathomable.

She sat there, like a sword wrapped in silk.

"Young Master Zhang, I heard from Ru Hua that you have broken through to the Grandmaster level."

She spoke first, her gaze falling on Chen Mo.

"I didn't believe it at first. Now it seems I underestimated you."

"You flatter me, Master."

"May I ask, who is your master to cultivate such a high level of skill?"

Chen Mo spoke without hesitation.

"He had no teacher and just practiced blindly."

The cult leader glanced at him, clearly disbelieving, but didn't press him for details.

Chen Mo cupped his hands in greeting and took the opportunity to glance at her a few more times.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that something was wrong.

The skill of a master TCM practitioner is ingrained in their very being; they can observe a person's aura and complexion without even having to consciously try.

This cult leader had skin that was excessively white, but underneath it was a faint, almost imperceptible, flush.

A lingering restlessness hung between his brows;

Her breathing appeared steady, but her chest heaved more deeply than usual, as if something inside her was constantly surging within her blood and qi.

Excessive Yang energy!

And it's extremely heavy!

But the problem is...

She is a woman!

Chen Mo quickly went through the process in his mind.

The failure to break through and the backlash of internal energy can explain part of the reason.

However, a typical backlash involves a deficiency of both yin and yang, and will not burn a single yang fire.

These symptoms seem to indicate that the body's yang energy has been stagnating for years, with nowhere to be released.