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

Three thousand men headed south, avoiding official roads and choosing instead mountain trails, traveling by night and hiding by day.

Even with the martial artist's excellent stamina, it took a full week of walking before the familiar mountain silhouette of Stone Village finally appeared at the edge of his field of vision.

Chen Mo stood on the mountain ridge, looking at the small village at the foot of the mountain, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

After going around in circles, I've ended up back here again.

The village is still the same small village, with a dozen or so households scattered sparsely in the mountain valley.

But the fields in the village have all changed.

Super hybrid rice, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn have been planted and are growing very well.

All of them were seeds he brought from Earth.

The group stopped three miles outside the village.

Chen Mo first called Shangguan Hong aside.

"Hong'er, there's something I need to take care of first."

He pointed in the direction of the village.

The seeds have been sown, and it's time for people to take root here.

"The villagers are simple and kind. If you mention the name 'Crimson Fire Sect,' the reputation of it as a demonic sect is enough to terrify people. We need to change that name."

Shangguan Hong had no objection.

The Crimson Fire Sect has come to an end along with that empty mountain.

"Change it to what?"

Chen Mo raised his hand and pointed to the lush green fields outside the village.

"The sect will rely on this land to make a living and grow stronger in the future."

"Let's call it the Shennong Sect. It sounds friendly, and no one will think of it as a demonic sect."

"Shennong Sect..."

Shangguan Hong repeated the name twice.

"The Crimson Fire Sect, which lasted for hundreds of years, disappeared just like that."

Chen Mo put his arm around her waist.

"The name is gone, but the person is still here."

"Furthermore, what has the name 'Crimson Fire' brought you besides summoning the imperial court's sword?"

Shangguan Hong thought for a moment and nodded.

"That's true, then let's change it to Shennong religion."

From that day on, the Great Abyss lost one demonic sect and gained a new, unheard-of Shennong Sect.

When the convoy entered the mountain pass, the village was thrown into chaos.

The villagers had never seen a force of three thousand people before. They thought it was bandits coming down from the mountain, so every household closed their doors and windows, and chaos ensued.

The village chief, steeling himself, organized dozens of young people.

He held the only longsword in the entire village, while the others, carrying hoes, pitchforks, and machetes, lined up tremblingly at the village entrance.

A child, about half a year old, peeked out from under the door to watch the commotion, but his mother quickly pulled him back inside.

The village chief was shouting while shaking his leg when he suddenly saw the person walking at the front of the procession, and the sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

"Yes, it's Mr. Chen!"

Chen Mo took two steps forward and started making things up.

"Uncle Zhou, don't be afraid. These people are all unfortunate souls who were wronged and had their homes confiscated by corrupt officials. They had nowhere else to turn, so they banded together to rebel against the imperial court. I came back this time to help them find a place to settle down in the mountains to the south."

The villagers were simple and honest, and believed it on the spot.

"That corrupt official! All he knows is how to oppress us honest, law-abiding citizens!"

An old man slammed his hoe on the ground and started cursing.

The villagers all agreed and rushed to vacate their houses.

The village chief immediately decided to slaughter two pigs that evening to welcome the young people, but Chen Mo had to persuade him to stop.

A welcoming banquet for three thousand people could really empty the village.

He smiled and politely declined everyone's offers, deciding to make his own arrangements so as not to cause trouble for the village.

The days that followed were filled with activity and excitement.

South of Stone Village lies a dense forest, with mountain ranges stretching endlessly as far as the eye can see.

The site for the church was chosen to be on a mountain.

It is concealed, open, and has defensible terrain.

At the same time, fields were cultivated at the foot of the mountain, allowing Blue Star's superior seeds to be planted on a large scale.

When martial artists get involved in infrastructure projects, their efficiency is truly remarkable.

Three thousand followers cleared mountains and quarried rocks, felled trees and built houses. Villagers also spontaneously came to help. The followers and villagers mingled together, making it look like a large village.

Just two weeks ago, this place was a desolate wilderness;

Half a month later, the terraced fields climbed up the mountainside layer by layer, and the houses with blue tiles lined the ridge, their lights forming a continuous expanse at night.

The city was built so quickly.

During this time, Chen Mo entered all the martial arts techniques that had been emptied from the Transmission Pavilion into the system.

There are six Heavenly Rank techniques, seventeen Earthly Rank techniques, and a total of twenty-three high-rank techniques.

There are thirty-seven gates in the Xuan rank and more than three hundred gates below the Huang rank.

He calculated on the panel that if he leveled up all the hundreds of martial arts techniques to the highest level, the combined strength, constitution, and agility from each technique would increase his overall stats to a terrifying number.

If he improves his internal strength level then, he will have more confidence even if he faces that half-step Xiantian emperor head-on.

On the fifteenth day after returning to Stone Village, the four people summoned by Chen Mo arrived together.

Wang Fucheng, Pharmacy Manager Zhao, Fatty Wang, Liu Jingting.

The letter only said to invite them to come, promising them immense wealth and honor, without mentioning anything else.

In the courtyard, Chen Mo sat on a stone bench and drank tea.

Four women stood behind him, some massaging his shoulders, others fanning him, serving him very attentively.

Four people stood before him, bowed, but the more they looked at him, the more something seemed off.

They saw it on their way here.

The hillsides were filled with people engaged in large-scale construction. Their commands were clear, and they moved in and out in an orderly manner. This was not the style of a peasant household; it was clearly an organized team.

I didn't see the immense wealth and glory, but I did see the overwhelming spectacle first.

Liu Jingting's heart was pounding, so he leaned close to Fatty Wang's ear and whispered something in his voice.

"This setup...it looks like a military camp?"

Fatty Wang didn't dare to respond, but after holding back for a while, he spoke first.

"Young Master Zhang...who are those people on the mountain?"

Chen Mo put down his teacup and said in a calm tone.

"Oh, those people are now disciples of the Shennong Sect. They were originally formal disciples of the Chihuo Sect."

Before the four of them could even process that sentence, Chen Mo reached out and pulled Shangguan Hong from behind into his arms, making her sit on his lap, and slowly added the second sentence.

"Let me introduce you to this gentleman, the former leader of the Crimson Fire Sect."

"Now, she's my woman."

Crimson Fire Cult!

The Great Abyss Dynasty's Number One Demonic Cult!

The four people felt a buzzing sensation on their scalps, and their scalps went numb.

Shangguan Hong leaned against Chen Mo's chest and glanced at the four of them indifferently.

The former leader of the demonic sect still exudes an aura of authority.

That one look was more oppressive than Chen Mo's two sentences combined.

All four of them lowered their heads, none of them daring to meet her gaze.

Wang Pangzi and Liu Jingting subconsciously took a few steps back.

Wang Fucheng's forehead was covered in sweat, but he remained rooted to the spot.

He was the first to regain his composure, taking a step forward and bowing with his hands clasped.

"Your subordinate... is late, please forgive me, young master."

Manager Zhao also took a step forward, cupped his hands, bowed, and lowered his head to show his attitude.

Liu Jingting's legs were trembling uncontrollably.

"Young master, your entourage is even more extravagant than what's described in books..."

Fatty Wang took two steps back, then stopped.

Chen Mo took in the reactions of the four people, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

He put down his teacup and looked at the four of them with a smile.

"Don't be afraid. I've called you here today because I truly have an immense fortune to bestow upon you."

After a pause, he lowered his voice and spoke.

"It's up to you whether you dare to take it."