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

Chapter 261 Ruthless Emperor

Ruhua leaned against the tree trunk, lifeless.

Chen Mo, however, did not leave.

He put away his Barrett, switched to a pistol, and fired several more shots into her head.

As a professional undercover agent for decades, who knows if he has the ability to feign death by breathing heavily?

After finishing the shot, he waited a few more minutes to make sure the body was completely cold and lifeless before putting the pistol away.

Then they dug a hole in the woods and put the person in.

Consider this a final farewell to this Right Protector.

He didn't hate Ru Hua; they were simply working for different masters.

Moreover, they had gotten along well for the past six months. Ru Hua taught the women around him dual cultivation techniques, handled many trivial matters for him, and didn't resort to any tricks before she died.

A wise person should not be left to rot in the wilderness.

Chen Mo took one last look at the slightly raised mound of earth, then turned and flew south.

The night wind whistled past my ears.

Not long after they flew away, Chen Mo finally had time to ponder the secret that Ru Hua had told him before she died.

The more I think about it, the more interesting it becomes.

The Nine Yang Manual is extremely yang, while Shangguan Hong is a woman, and women belong to yin. When she practiced it, the yin and yang clashed, and she almost ruined herself.

What about the reverse?

The Nine Yin Manual is extremely yin and gentle. If a grown man practices it, the yin-attribute internal energy in his body will accumulate day by day. If it is not channeled in time, it can still cause problems for him over time.

Therefore, the emperor's solution was to completely solve the problem at its root.

That means cutting off one's manhood, becoming neither male nor female, so that yin and yang will naturally no longer clash.

"Goodness."

Chen Mo almost burst out laughing in the night breeze.

Like the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, to master this divine skill, one must first castrate oneself.

He used to read novels on Earth and thought they were just made up by the authors. Turns out, it wasn't made up; there really is such a method!

That emperor is a ruthless man.

In order to practice his skills, he would cut whenever he felt like it.

But thinking about it more deeply, they might not have lost money in this deal.

Once one cultivates to the Innate Realm and ascends to the Upper Realm, perhaps even the physical body of a cultivator can be reshaped, and what has been cut off may not necessarily be unable to grow back.

By then, one will have achieved mastery of divine skills and perfect physical form, possessing both.

Of course, these are things to follow.

The most important thing right now is how to get my hands on the "Nine Yin Manual".

Chen Mo quickly calculated in his mind.

A martial artist at the early stage of the Grandmaster realm has a strength of only around 30,000 jin.

He possessed dozens of advanced cultivation techniques stacked together, weighing over 100,000 jin (approximately 50,000 kg). It looked intimidating, but being a half-step Xiantian (a level in the Chinese cosmology system) meant he had touched another threshold.

It's no longer a matter of strength; it's a different species.

Not to mention, there might be other old monsters lurking in the capital.

His greatest advantage right now is not his strength of tens of thousands of kilograms, but that the enemy is in the open while he is in the dark.

Not urgent.

Now that there are plenty of pills, I can improve my cultivation level while using the system to continue cultivating other techniques to build up my power.

With the system around, his cultivation level will only be a matter of time before he improves.

We should wait until our cultivation level also reaches the half-step innate realm before going to the capital.

As I was thinking, the gate of the Crimson Fire Sect came into view.

Chen Mo first saw that the mountain path was covered with torches.

Good heavens, they've completely lost their armor and weapons.

Banners were scattered all over the ground, broken spears and shields were stuck in the cracks of rocks, and the imperial army had fled completely.

When the disciples cleaning up the battlefield in front of the mountain gate saw him, they all stopped what they were doing, bowed, and couldn't hide the awe in their eyes.

After that night's battle, the man who was the leader of the cult held a position of greater influence within the cult than the leader himself.

As soon as he landed, Shangguan Hong came up to him, looking him up and down and examining him from all angles.

"I'm fine."

Chen Mo took her hand, took the booklet out of his pocket, and handed it to her.

Shangguan Hong took the "Nine Yang Manual," glanced at it, and then looked up at him.

He didn't ask anything, yet he understood everything.

The items have been returned, but Ru Hua is gone forever.

She stroked the scripture, remained silent for a moment, and asked only half a question.

"she……"

"She took her own life and passed away peacefully."

Chen Mo said.

Shangguan Hong nodded, put the booklet into her bosom, and considered the matter closed.

Chen Mo changed the subject.

"Why did the imperial army retreat?"

Before Shangguan Hong could speak, a clear voice rang out.

"Young master! You're finally back!"

Qingzhu carried her Gatling gun and jogged over, her eyes sparkling, her words coming out like a machine gun.

"After you left, the imperial troops attacked four more times! The third wave was the fiercest; I ran out of ammunition on both of my belts! They didn't even get within fifty paces of the mountain gate!"

She became more and more excited as she talked.

"Sister Suyue's rifle wasn't idle either, it was used to shoot those who were crowding in front."

"The scariest one is Sister Xu! She specifically targets those holding torches. Whoever lights a torch and shouts from below will get shot."

"They hit their targets every time! Later, those guys were so scared they threw away all their torches, crouched behind rocks in the dark, and didn't dare move!"

Su Yue smiled and added from the side.

"When Sister Qingzhu's machine gun went off, the whole mountain road shook. I just picked up the scraps; it's nothing special."

Qingzhu reached out and grabbed Suyue.

"Sister Suyue, don't be modest! You hit the head with every shot; you're more accurate than me!"

Xu Wanqing stood to the side without saying a word, her mature and beautiful face showing a hint of fatigue, but she couldn't hide the smile in the corner of her eyes.

Chen Mo was delighted to hear this.

Night battles and uphill assaults relied on torches for illumination and verbal commands for communication.

Xu Wanqing's Barrett rifle had a night vision scope, so darkness was no problem for her. But the officers holding torches on the other side were just glowing targets.

With the officer dead, it was pitch black, and the soldiers didn't even know whose orders to take.

Shangguan Hong added a comment from the side.

"The Grandmasters and Grandmasters who led the team were wiped out by us last night."

"If the leader dies, morale drops by half. If they all die, the soldiers are no longer soldiers, but 50,000 civilians who want to go home. Once the hearts of the people are scattered, they will naturally retreat."

As they were talking, Xu Wanqing spoke softly.

"Young master, you must be exhausted after a long night. But with the court suffering such a crushing defeat, the lady in the palace is probably having a sleepless night."

Chen Mo looked at Xu Wanqing, his eyes lighting up.

A "click" sounded in his mind, and something connected.

Yes.

The emperor was a eunuch.

What about his harem?

Three thousand beauties, guarding a man who is impotent.

Perhaps he could try his luck with the harem, which is his area of expertise...

How much did the emperor's bedmate know?

Where is the Nine Yin Manual hidden? What is the emperor's daily routine? Who are the masters in the imperial city?

Those women are a ready-made gold mine of intelligence.

Chen Mo was lost in thought, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

Shangguan Hong watched him for a long time without saying a word, just smiling, and couldn't help but ask.