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

"Young Master Zhang."

The woman opposite suddenly spoke.

"What is it?"

"You've been watching me for eleven breaths since you came in."

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Have you seen enough?"

Ru Hua at the door felt her heart leap into her throat.

Chen Mo remained unfazed.

"I haven't had enough. I could look at such a beauty for a hundred more breaths and still not be enough."

The cult leader stared at him for a couple of breaths, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"sit."

She raised her hand to gesture towards the prayer mat opposite her.

Chen Mo sat down cross-legged without ceremony and cupped his hands in greeting.

"I have long admired the name of the leader, and today I have finally met him. His reputation is well-deserved."

Ru Hua glanced at the two of them, poured them a cup of tea, and then tactfully withdrew.

There were only two people left in the room.

As he got closer, Chen Mo discerned another layer of information.

Her voice was still pleasant, though there was a slight hint of weakness.

He was indeed seriously injured.

The cult leader looked at him.

"Ru Hua told me about you, your secret medicine, your wine, and I'm very interested in them."

She paused.

"I'm quite interested in you as well."

Chen Mo smiled slightly.

"Same to you."

The cult leader frowned slightly.

"My surname is Shangguan, and my given name is Hong. Young Master Zhang has come from afar and is a distinguished guest of the Crimson Fire Sect."

"Shangguan Hong, what a good name. Hong means the sky after the rain, a bridge to the heavens. It suits the leader's face perfectly."

Shangguan Hong paused in her tea-serving hand, but did not respond to that remark.

She put down her teacup.

"Let's get down to business. Can your secret medicine be mass-produced?"

"able."

"What about the wine production?"

"As many as you want, we have them."

On Earth, you can have as much Viagra as you want, and Erguotou as much as you want.

Chen Mo glanced at Shangguan Hong's hand, then changed the subject.

"It's a pity that the leader's hands are used to wielding a sword. They would look much better used to holding a pen, writing and painting."

Shangguan Hong ignored her and continued asking.

"I wonder if Mr. Zhang can provide a stable supply of goods in the long term?"

Chen Mo picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Rest assured, Master. Someone like me may seem unreliable, but I'm incredibly dependable when it comes to getting things done. You'll see once you get to know me."

Chen Mo added another sentence.

"You can have as much as you want, but my wine is the best in the world. When the leader has some free time, I'll have a couple of drinks with you."

Shangguan Hong pretended not to hear Chen Mo's nonsensical words.

But her fingers tightened more and more as she held the teacup.

She endured it all for the sake of the secret medicine and the wine.

Chen Moquan saw it all.

He was very curious about just how far this beautiful cult leader could endure.

So Chen Mo stared directly at the peak below her neck, making his flirting even more direct.

"Does the leader always sit like this? Doesn't it get tiring to keep such a straight back?"

Shangguan Hong frowned and slowly put down her teacup.

"Young Master Zhang, let me speak from the bottom of my heart."

She sat up straight.

In that instant, the person on the futon was no longer a stunning beauty, but the leader of a religion.

"In this life, I only seek two things. One is martial arts. I am a martial arts fanatic, and my lifelong pursuit is to walk this path to its end and ascend to the upper realm."

"Secondly, the Crimson Fire Cult. The Great Abyss Dynasty is utterly corrupt, with officials embezzling public funds and the people suffering terribly. Such a dynasty should have been replaced long ago."

She looked at Chen Mo with intense gaze.

"Your unique medicines and remedies can continuously bring huge sums of money to the Crimson Fire Cult. With money in hand, we can expand our manpower and strengthen our power."

"Join the Crimson Fire Cult and assist me in achieving my goals. When the new dynasty is established, the position of Imperial Preceptor will be yours."

Chen Mo remained silent.

To be honest, this pancake smells pretty good.

If someone else were sitting here, they might actually have agreed.

Unfortunately, he had eaten more cakes than she had drawn.

Shangguan Hong raised the stakes again.

"In the sect's cultivation techniques pavilion, besides my unique skills, you are welcome to browse. I can also..."

"Master."

Chen Mo raised his hand to interrupt her, shook his head a few times, and then looked down at her neck.

"You've drawn this pie in a really big, round shape. But I have a problem: I don't eat pie!"

"Whether it's the Imperial Preceptor or the Martial Arts Pavilion, they're all too distant and too abstract."

He extended a finger and tapped the table.

"What I want is something I can see and touch right now."

Shangguan Hong narrowed her eyes.

"What exactly do you want?"

Chen Mo leaned back, his gaze fixed on her face, his tone frank.

"I have no other hobbies but I love beautiful women."

"I don't want gold or silver, I don't want official positions. What I want is a person."

"That person is you."

The air in the room froze instantly.

Shangguan Hong stood there, stunned, as if she hadn't heard clearly, or as if she couldn't believe she had.

Two breaths later, her face suddenly changed color!

"presumptuous!"

He slammed his hand on the low table, shattering it into pieces and spilling tea all over the floor.

The internal energy surged, causing the curtains in the room to move without wind, and a low gasp of surprise came from outside the door.

"I treated you with sincerity and honored you as a distinguished guest, yet you dare to..."

Shangguan Hong was so angry that her chest heaved violently, and the flush on her face could no longer be suppressed.

"You lecherous scoundrel! You shameless scoundrel! You think you can act so arrogantly before me just because you have a few secret medicines?!"

"Someone come here!"

She raised her voice towards the door, then abruptly stopped.

You can't call people.

If this gets out, where will she, as the leader of the cult, put her face?

"Zhang Deshuai, let me tell you."

She changed her tune, her voice as cold as ice.

"Kneel down now, admit your mistake, and get down the mountain. I might forgive you for the past dealings with the secret medicine. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

Chen Mo asked sincerely.

"Knock me down the mountain? Master, do you think you can defeat me now?"

Shangguan Hong was so angry that she laughed instead.

"Mid-stage Grandmaster, I can take on a beginner like you..."

"You're injured."

Chen Mo reminded her.

Four words completely shut down the second half of her sentence.

"Without you, the Crimson Fire Sect will still thrive! And I will still..."

"Master."

Chen Mo spoke slowly, his voice not loud.

"The teacup rolled to my feet."

Shangguan Hong choked.

He bent down, picked up the teacup that had rolled to his feet, and with his other hand, he picked up the teapot, poured tea into the cup, and took a sip.

"It's good tea, don't waste it."

Shangguan Hong felt a breath stuck in her throat, unable to go up or down.

She couldn't bring herself to curse anymore.

Despite being insulted like that, the person remained calm, didn't argue, and didn't leave. Instead, she continued drinking her tea with a faint smile on her lips.

She suddenly realized that from beginning to end, the rhythm of this room was not in her hands.

She stared intently at Chen Mo, the anger in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a layer of wariness.

"What exactly do you want?"

Chen Mo slowly finished his tea before looking up at her.

"Didn't I just say? I only want you!"

Shangguan Hong frowned, raising her hand to slam it on the table, but there was no table left.

Chen Mo wasn't in a hurry and waited for her to calm down before speaking.

"Master, I'll tell you the truth."

"Even if you go into seclusion ten more times, you still won't break through."

Shangguan Hong's pupils contracted.

"There's something burning inside you, and it's been burning for many years. It's agitated during the day, and even more so at night, like a ball of fire pressing down under your dantian, neither dissipating nor going out. When you practice your qigong to a critical point, your qi and blood surge, as if you've fallen into a fiery abyss."

He paused, looking into Shangguan Hong's eyes.

Am I right?