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

That night, once the door was closed, the lights in the room didn't go out until almost dawn.

Xu Wanqing received the most generous "reward," while the other three women also received one, though not as much as she did.

When the four women lay down to sleep, Xu Wanqing's lips curled into a smile.

Chen Mo was in a state of deep sleep, dozing off for an hour, and woke up feeling refreshed.

The four women were still asleep. He dressed and tiptoed out of the courtyard.

The mornings in the mountains are misty, and every breath you take feels cool to the touch.

He stood at the gate of the courtyard and looked across the street.

On the opposite mountainside, the houses of the Shennong sect are being built layer by layer up the hillside, and they are almost finished.

Black tiles and stone walls, with a grand hall at the highest point, the mountain mist shrouds the building, revealing only a corner of the hall.

The training ground is located on a platform halfway up the mountain, with stone walls following the ridge and neatly arranged battlements.

Several new religious flags were stuck on the wall, blowing straight in the mountain wind.

Smoke rose from the rooftops of the surrounding houses, making it look less like a demonic cult and more like a mountain town.

He turned his gaze away and looked down the mountain.

A river flows at the foot of the mountain, and when the sunlight shines on it, the surface of the water glistens like scattered gold.

The banks of the river are lined with golden paddy fields, and a dozen or so farmhouses live side by side.

The rice paddies are golden yellow; it's the super hybrid rice he brought from Earth, and it's almost ripe.

People were bent over in the field, weeding and catching grasshoppers.

This world has no pesticides; it relies entirely on human hands.

Once the genetically modified seeds are successfully planted, we can bring them over next time.

Chen Mo stood and watched for a while.

He recognized the scene; it looked very much like the one in his hometown.

He walked down the mountain.

Someone in the field straightened up, squinted to recognize the person, and shouted out.

"Mr. Chen! It's Mr. Chen!"

People from all directions gathered around.

"Mr. Chen! It's been a while!"

"It has been some time."

Chen Mo smiled and waved.

"Is everyone still in good health?"

"So robust! Thanks to Mr. Chen!"

An older woman squeezed up and stuffed an egg into his arms.

"Mr. Chen, please take this; it's a fresh egg laid by our chickens!"

Chen Mo tried to push it away twice but couldn't, so he smiled and accepted it.

"Okay, then I won't be polite. I'll bring your aunt some nice things back later."

"Mr. Chen, have you eaten yet? Come in and have a seat!"

"I just ate. Next time, I'll definitely go again."

He answered readily, leaving no one out.

"Mr. Chen, how many days will you be staying this time?"

"Stay for a while."

Someone grabbed his sleeve and wouldn't let go, telling him not to leave at noon because they had stewed chicken at home.

The mother pulled her child, who was squeezed in the front row, back, scolding, "Don't get your husband's clothes dirty."

Chen Mo smiled and declined each offer.

Upon hearing the news, the village chief rushed over, squeezed in front of him, and looked excited.

"Mr. Chen, the rice seeds you gave me are truly amazing! One stalk produces so many ears; I've never seen anything like it in my entire life of farming!"

Chen Mo squatted on the edge of the field, pinching the rice ears. They weren't as good as those on Blue Star, mainly because there was no fertilizer.

"Uncle Zhou, it's all thanks to the good care you've taken. Judging by how well they're growing, they'll be ready to harvest in about ten days."

An elderly man wiped his eyes and said that he was a righteous and upright official, and that he was like a second parent to him.

Chen Mo waved his hand.

"We're all from the same village, there's no need to be so formal."

A group of children ran over from the edge of the field, surrounding him and calling him Mr. Chen.

A child looked up and asked.

"Sir, are you really a deity?"

Chen Mo rubbed his head.

"Gods may not necessarily provide meals, but I will."

The crowd laughed.

Some people remarked that no one starved to death this year thanks to the potatoes and sweet potatoes given by Mr. Chen.

Someone nearby chimed in, saying that the corn harvest was good, and now the kids can eat two big bowls of food in one meal.

Chen Mo felt a warmth in his heart as he listened.

He came from a farming background on Earth and understands these people best.

If you feed them well, they will give you their hearts.

As they were talking, a villager leaned closer and spoke in a low voice.

"Mr. Chen, those thunderclaps last night, and that fire in the sky... were you performing a ritual?"

The surroundings fell silent, and a dozen pairs of eyes turned to look at them.

Chen Mo remained unfazed.

"Yeah, I tried out a magical artifact, and it made a lot of noise, disturbing everyone."

"Quiet down, quiet down!"

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Looking into his eyes again, it was no longer as if he were looking at a benefactor, but as if he were looking at a deity.

The village chief approached, looking worried.

"Mr. Chen, these grasshoppers are getting more and more ferocious every year. Is there any way to get rid of them?"

Chen Mo patted his shoulder lightly.

"Uncle Zhou, next time I'll bring you some good stuff. It'll increase yields and help control grasshoppers."

"Hey! Hey!"

The village chief responded repeatedly, his face crinkling into a wide smile.

As the sun rose, Chen Mo stood in the crowd, a head taller than the others.

He had fair skin and dressed elegantly, exuding a noble air, which made him stand out from the villagers in their coarse clothes and calloused hands.

But he was originally the son of a farmer from Earth.

The faces before him, the warmth they exuded, reminded him of the people in his village when he was a child.

He doesn't bother anyone; he can squat down and chat with anyone, just like visiting a neighbor.

After chatting for a while, he dusted off his hands and said goodbye to the villagers.

He walked a dozen steps, his arms full of things: eggs, roasted sweet potatoes, and wild fruits that a child had given him.

He glanced back.

The villagers were still standing on the edge of the field waving to him.

Chen Mo waved to them and turned to walk towards the Shennong Sect across the street.

The disciples were busy all the way up the mountain.

Some were clearing land, some were farming, and others were moving stones and building walls, all shouting slogans – a scene of vibrant energy.

Upon seeing him, the disciples guarding the mountain gate immediately stood up straight, clasped their hands in a salute, and spoke in a loud voice.

"Master Chen!"

On the training ground, a group of disciples were practicing their boxing, shouting in unison. When they saw him, they all stopped and clasped their hands in greeting.

Chen Mo frowned and raised his hand, signaling them to continue.

Along the way, every disciple I encountered was like this.

Chen Mo was puzzled and grabbed one of his disciples.

"Why do you all call me cult leader?"

"The order came from Master Shangguan."

The disciple answered decisively.

She said you are her man, and seeing you is like seeing her; she has to respect you even more.

The disciple immediately became excited.

"Even without the leader's orders, we have great respect for you."

"Back then, when 50,000 imperial troops besieged us, it was you who led our 3,000 men to fight your way out! No one in the sect dares to disobey you!"

After listening, Chen Mo smiled and waved his hand.

"Alright. We're all brothers, let's skip the formalities."

Upon hearing this, the disciple's eyes welled up with tears, and he bowed even lower.

The cult leader treated him like a brother.

Chen Mo originally didn't want to be a cult leader.

But seeing the respect in the eyes of these disciples, he swallowed back the words of refusal that were on the tip of his tongue.

He knew perfectly well that Shangguan Hong had made this address without his consent, without even giving him a heads-up.

I'll teach her a lesson tonight!

"Take me to Protector Wang."

"yes!"

The disciples led the way, their steps light and quick.

Chen Mo followed behind and casually asked him his name and what level he had reached in his training.

The young disciple was both surprised and delighted, and answered each question in turn.

As the sun rose higher, the mountain mist dissipated.

Chen Mo followed his disciple, looking at the buildings on both sides while pondering.

With his current strength, he's practically invincible in the Tianxuan Continent, right?

But he has a habit of gathering intelligence before taking action.

No matter how strong your fist is, you shouldn't fight a battle you don't understand.