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

The room was brightly lit, and two powerful auras of half-step Xiantian level cultivators locked onto Chen Mo, leaving him no way out.

Chen Mo stood quietly in place, his gaze fixed on the "Nine Yin Manual" that was being tossed back and forth.

This is going to be difficult.

These three old eunuchs had already memorized the martial arts techniques, so the destruction of the manual had no effect on them.

But Chen Mo was different; he wanted the complete contents of the entire scripture.

The entire text must be read by hand for the system to fully input the data; not a single page or sentence can be missing.

Right now, there is only one path ahead.

drag.

Delay the inevitable, cultivate a good mindset, act according to circumstances, and wait for the most opportune moment to turn the tide.

On two armchairs, two white-haired old monsters sat leisurely, their high-pitched, effeminate voices singing in unison, each word piercing the heart, deliberately controlling the rhythm to mock.

"Father, look at this, the once mighty leader of the Crimson Fire Sect! He stormed the palace and caused a huge disturbance, but in the end, he was still captured and imprisoned."

"In my opinion, she's panicking terribly right now and is thinking about how to die in a dignified way."

The two men's unrestrained laughter echoed in the room, harsh and sarcastic.

Chen Mo remained expressionless and silent throughout, refusing to respond.

He didn't bother to reply, letting the two mock him.

The more complacent the enemy becomes, the easier it is for them to reveal their weaknesses.

Before long, steady footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and the reigning emperor slowly walked into the room.

The moment he entered, he stared at Chen Mo, squinting as he scrutinized him from head to toe, as if examining a piece of merchandise that had been captured.

After looking him over, he sneered and let out a sneer.

"You're Shangguan Hong?"

"Your skills are indeed impressive; your disguise technique is quite good."

He closed the door behind him, sat down next to the two old eunuchs, and spoke with increasing contempt.

"Breaking into the palace in the middle of the night and slaughtering my guards, you're bold enough, but not smart enough. You thought your plan was ingenious, but in the end you still fell into my trap."

Chen Mo raised his eyes and calmly looked at the three people in front of him.

The current emperor, along with two former emperors, and the entire royal family of Dayuan, spanning three generations, have gathered here, including all those at the half-step innate level.

Chen Mo decided to continue acting, pretending that all was lost and he was utterly helpless, and he spread his hands slightly.

"No matter how much I scheme and plot, I still fall into your hands in the end."

He deliberately used his original male voice, which was hoarse and deep.

The three of them were taken aback when they heard the voice, and then their faces broke into knowing, sinister smiles.

"No wonder he's so amazing. He can even perfectly imitate a voice with his disguise. He's really got some skills."

The three of them completely let down their guard and sat down in a relaxed manner.

In their eyes, the situation was already a foregone conclusion.

A Grandmaster who is seriously injured and whose internal energy is depleted has absolutely no chance of turning the tide against three half-step Xiantian masters.

They're like turtles in a jar, completely at your mercy.

The oldest emperor, the first emperor, spoke slowly, his eyelids drooping halfway, his voice deliberate.

He habitually raised his hand to stroke his beard, but his fingertips only touched his smooth chin. He paused for a moment, but didn't seem to care.

"The Nine Yin and Nine Yang martial arts are two unique skills, representing Yin and Yang respectively, and dominating the world. We have endured for so many years, and today we can finally gather both true scriptures."

The reigning emperor responded with a smile, his tone tinged with emotion, but mostly with pride.

"My grandfather's lifelong obsession was to combine the Yin and Yang skills. Our Great Yuan royal family has practiced the Nine Yin for generations, which has great drawbacks, and none of the princes can escape this calamity."

"Throughout history, princes had to first give birth to offspring and leave behind imperial offspring before they could castrate themselves to practice the Nine Yin Manual's icy internal energy. Generation after generation, they were rendered neither male nor female, suffering endless torment from the backlash."

His eyes were fixed on Chen Mo, his smile icy.

"As long as we obtain the complete Nine Yang Manual, and the Yin and Yang are in harmony, there will be no more drawbacks for the royal children's cultivation. They will no longer have to suffer the pain of dismemberment, and the foundation of the Great Abyss can be guaranteed to prosper for ten thousand generations."

"Your previous leaders of the Crimson Fire Sect were all incredibly stubborn. They only knew how to practice the Nine Yang Manual to death, which resulted in them developing incurable internal injuries all over their bodies, but they could never find the root cause of the problem."

The emperor leaned forward slightly, his tone carrying a cruel mockery.

"Do you know what happened to them in the end?"

Chen Mo feigned confusion and gently shook his head.

"Could it be... that you were the ones who killed them all?"

The three of them burst into unrestrained laughter, arrogant and flamboyant.

The oldest emperor pointed at Chen Mo with a mocking tone.

"You're right, but there's no reward."

"Your Crimson Fire Sect's Nine Yang Heart Method is passed down orally without being written down. Our previous leaders were captured alive and tortured for three whole years, but they refused to utter a single word. They are truly tough."

The old emperor, recalling those days, still looked disappointed.

"In the end, all that's left is to kill them, which is really boring."

Chen Mo clenched his fists, forcing a look of anger, grief, and resentment onto his face.

But the anger quickly subsided, his shoulders slumped weakly, and he exuded a sense of utter despair.

The three men took in his expression and were secretly pleased with themselves.

What they feared most was that Shangguan Hong was strong-willed and would rather die than submit, taking the Nine Yang Manual to her grave.

So I didn't use any physical force or pressure, but only used words to gradually undermine her mentality and wear down her bottom line.

The second old emperor, with his legs crossed and one hand resting on the edge of the chair, interjected with a contemptuous and sarcastic remark.

"A direct confrontation won't work, so we might as well change our strategy and secretly infiltrate and lay the groundwork for decades."

Chen Mo stiffened his neck, pretending to be determined to protect the faith to the death.

"No matter what underhanded methods you use, my Crimson Fire Sect is united and of one mind; it will never be infiltrated or dismantled by you!"

Upon hearing this, the three laughed even more wildly, almost unable to stop.

The laughter was sharp and piercing, and the eunuch's uniquely effeminate voice sent chills down one's spine.

"Unity from top to bottom? What a joke!"

"If we wanted to destroy the Crimson Fire Sect, it would be a piece of cake. The reason we haven't acted yet is because of the complete Nine Yang Manual in your mind!"

"To tell you the truth, decades ago, we infiltrated the entire upper echelons of the Crimson Fire Sect. Apart from you, the lonely sect leader, the left and right protectors, and all the elders, are my spies!"

"You've spent half your life causing trouble, thinking you're in charge of the demonic sect and a powerful figure, but in the end, you've been nothing more than a clown we've manipulated!"

Chen Mo chuckled inwardly; he had wiped out all the so-called undercover agents in one fell swoop.

However, he still pretended that his face turned pale instantly, his body swayed slightly, his lips trembled, and he couldn't squeeze out a word for a long time.

He looked as if he had suffered a fatal blow and his beliefs had collapsed.

After a long silence, he slowly raised his head, his voice hoarse and low, filled with deep resentment and despair as he let out a soft laugh.

"That clown... is absolutely right."

"But the Nine Yang Manual that you all yearn for only exists in my mind."

He looked up and stared directly at the three of them, his tone firm.

"If you want the cultivation technique, you must spare my life."

The room fell into a deathly silence instantly, and the oppressive atmosphere suddenly intensified.

The reigning emperor narrowed his eyes, and after a moment, he burst out laughing.

"A wise person."

Chen Mo then spoke.

"How about we make a deal? You can exchange the Nine Yang Manual for my life, and also take a look at the Nine Yin Manual."