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

Fearing they might become suspicious, Chen Mo spoke again in a hoarse voice.

"Just one look!"

The reigning emperor glanced at him sideways and sneered.

"No, no, no, exchanging the Nine Yang Manual for your life is an extraordinary act of mercy on our part. As for the Nine Yin Manual, you are not qualified to see it."

He held his chin up, looking arrogant and haughty.

"Want scriptures? Wait for your next life."

Chen Mo's heart sank.

The other two old monsters, sitting in their armchairs, were staring at him with mocking expressions.

That look in his eyes was like someone examining an object they had already grasped.

In an instant, Chen Mo understood the other party's thoughts perfectly.

These three had no intention of leaving any survivors.

The first thing I did after getting the Nine Yang Manual was to kill him, and then crush the Crimson Fire Sect.

What talk of exchanging lives? It's all empty talk.

He spoke magnanimously, but in his heart he had already made up his mind to silence them.

"A prisoner dares to be picky."

The second old emperor said with a smirk.

Chen Mo silently made a mental note of this debt.

good very good.

The grudges of today will be settled with interest once I master the ultimate technique.

But now when I act, I go all the way.

His shoulders slumped down, as if he had completely let go of his last bit of spirit.

He let out a long breath, looking resigned to his fate.

"I know in my heart that I most likely won't leave here alive today. I'm outmatched, I admit defeat."

Seeing his expression, the three of them wore smug looks.

"only……"

Chen Mo suddenly changed the subject.

"Back then, my master passed on the Nine Yang Manual to me. I have cultivated it diligently for many years and believe that I am no less skilled than many masters in the world. I have always been very curious about what the other ultimate skill that can be compared with the Nine Yang Manual is like."

"Nine Yin and Nine Yang, renowned for over a century. I've practiced the Nine Yang Manual for half my life, and I've always dreamed of seeing the true form of the Nine Yin Manual."

Suddenly, he raised his hand to cover his chest, his face turned pale, his breathing became disordered, and he looked much weaker.

The three of them squinted, exchanged glances, and smiled.

This account and the details of the injury perfectly matched the secret report they had.

Chen Mo continued speaking, his voice growing lower and lower.

"I only realized something was wrong later in my cultivation. Now my meridians are reversed, and my injuries are getting worse every day. Even if you don't kill me, I won't live much longer."

His voice trembled slightly.

"Every time I practice, it feels like small knives are churning inside my meridians. I often wake up at night in pain, covered in cold sweat."

He raised his head, his eyes revealing the yearning of a dying man.

"Before I die, I only ask to see it once. To see what this legendary martial art, which is said to surpass even the Nine Suns, really looks like."

After saying that, Chen Mo was extremely nervous.

He had no idea whether his story could fool the other party.

However, people are always most willing to believe the results they predict.

The three stared at him for a long time. The room was quiet, and the candlelight cast four shadows on the wall, which remained motionless.

After a moment, the most senior emperor finally spoke.

"Alright. I'll let you take a look, so you can witness the Nine Yin Manual, the most Yin and gentle technique in the world."

Chen Mo breathed a huge sigh of relief and felt a surge of joy.

Become!

My heart started beating a few beats faster.

"Father, you mustn't!"

The second son suddenly sat up straight.

"What if there's a trap..."

Chen Mo's heart sank instantly.

Is the opportunity that was about to be in my grasp going to slip away?

Chen Mo cursed the old man in his mind several times.

He abruptly interrupted their final attempt.

The reigning emperor also echoed this sentiment.

"That's right. What if he refuses to hand over the Nine Yang Manual after reading it?"

Chen Mo's heart sank again.

Was all that acting for nothing?

Unexpectedly, the late emperor smiled faintly and spoke slowly.

"Are you two, father and son, unsure of our strength, or unsure of the intelligence we've gathered?"

"Men cultivate the Nine Yin and women cultivate the Nine Yang, which is to go against the heavens. Those who practice it will surely suffer severe injuries."

The old emperor opened his eyes, his cloudy gaze sweeping over the two people in front of him.

"This principle was learned at a terrible cost by our ancestors."

"It would be reasonable for him to have injuries. If there were no injuries at all, that would be suspicious."

The father and son were stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening.

Yes.

All three of them were at the half-step Xiantian level, while this sect leader was only at the mid-stage of the Grandmaster level. He was seriously injured, and his cultivation level would be greatly reduced.

Even if you show him the scriptures, even if he memorizes them all, what good will it do?

A person who is about to die cannot leave this room.

The second son gave an embarrassed smile, leaned back in his chair, and raised his chin again.

"Father is right; I was overthinking things."

The reigning emperor chuckled, crossed his legs, tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, and glanced at Chen Mo as if watching a monkey show.

He didn't forget to add a word of caution.

"Listen carefully, after you finish reading, you have to hand over Jiuyang."

After hearing this, the old emperor casually tossed the secret manual in his hand toward Chen Mo.

"Take this and look at it carefully."

The old eunuch picked up his teacup, blew away the foam, and slowly added a sentence.

"Don't even mention just watching it once, even if he memorized it all on the spot..."

He stopped and smiled without saying anything before he finished speaking.

The other two people in the room joined in the laughter.

"Anyway, we can't take it out of this room."

Chen Mo subconsciously reached out and caught the booklet.

His heart was like it had been on a rollercoaster, and he hadn't fully recovered yet.

Looking down into his palm, he saw a yellowed booklet lying there. The booklet wasn't thick, but it felt slightly heavy in his hand. The cover had four words written on it: Nine Yin Manual.

I finally got it!

He immediately turned the pages of the book and quickly read through them one after another.

The paper is yellowed and brittle, with curled edges, indicating it has been read and handled by countless people.

The second brother, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but sneer when he saw him flipping through the pages so quickly.

"You're flipping through it so fast, do you even understand the intricacies?"

The old emperor held his teacup, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"He's about to die anyway, so we'll just watch the show and let him do whatever he wants."

Chen Mo thought to himself, whether he understands it or not doesn't matter, because everything will be entered into the system anyway.

Halfway through the flip, the second son frowned and leaned forward.

"Why haven't you finished watching yet?"

Chen Mo didn't even lift his head; his voice was still hoarse.

"I don't have much time left to live... I'll cherish every last moment I can see."

The second son tried to speak again to stop him, but the late emperor raised his hand to stop him.

"Let him be."

The second son had no choice but to sit back down in his chair, feeling rather resentful.

Nobody took Chen Mo seriously.

Chen Mo disregarded everyone else around him, deliberately showing a greedy and eager expression on his face, his fingers trembling slightly, as if he wanted to tear the words off the paper.

The pages flipped rapidly, revealing every word of the mental techniques and energy cultivation routes.

Finally, we turned to the last page.

The last word came into view.

"Have you seen enough?"

The old emperor put down his teacup.

At the same time, a notification popped up in Chen Mo's mind.

[Host detected learning the Nine Yin Manual, record now?]

Yes!

Chen Mo dropped all pretense; it was his turn to perform.