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

The old emperor was so angry that his chest heaved violently. He suddenly stood up, his finger trembling as he pointed at Chen Mo, his voice so high-pitched it was almost split.

"you!!!"

The other two also lost their tempers completely, their inner strength surging, ready to punish them at any moment.

A major battle was imminent.

Chen Mo instantly suppressed his smile and slunk back into his chair.

Unfold a sheet of white paper and pick up a calligraphy brush.

The three men's burning anger was forced back down by this move.

Their faces were contorted with rage, and they trembled with fury.

Hands-on?

He was still waiting for the other party to recite the Nine Yang Manual from memory, and dared not gamble.

Not taking any action?

He was slapped repeatedly in public, subjected to extreme humiliation, and lost all face.

Chen Mo looked at the three of them with a smile in his eyes.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and grind the ink."

The room was completely silent; no one moved.

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.

"What? You expect me to take care of myself?"

After a long stalemate, the reigning emperor finally walked slowly to the table and picked up the ink stick.

The mighty Emperor of the Great Abyss, the supreme ruler.

At this moment, he bent down and bowed his head to grind ink for a "prisoner".

The ink stick slowly rotates, and the ink gradually thickens and turns black.

Chen Mo held his pen above the page, a cold smile playing on his lips.

I will write, I definitely will.

As for whether what is written can be guaranteed to be true, that's hard to say.

In the inkstone

Chen Mo sat in the chair, looking at the ink in the inkstone, and praised it as if he were coaxing a child.

"Hmm, not bad, it's ground quite finely."

He nodded earnestly after speaking, like a teacher praising a student's homework.

These words, when they reached the emperor's ears, were an immense humiliation.

His eyes instantly became bloodshot, and anger surged from the depths of his heart.

Click!

With a firm squeeze of his palm, he crushed the hard ink stick into powder.

Chen Mo glanced at him and smirked.

He then turned to look at the eldest emperor, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Can't you control your grandson? He has such a bad temper; he can crush a perfectly good piece of ink."

"How am I supposed to write the true scriptures now? Do you still want the complete Nine Yang Manual?"

The old emperor opened his eyelids a crack and glared at his enraged grandson.

"Go, fetch another ink stick and continue grinding!"

The emperor, his face dark with rage, picked up another inkstone and bent down to grind more ink.

Seeing his frustrated expression, Chen Mo slowly praised him again.

"That's right, good boy."

In one sentence, he struck a nerve with the emperor once again.

The veins on the back of his hands bulged, almost bursting through the skin, but he gripped the inkstick tightly, daring not to exert any more force, and painstakingly ground the ink until it was fine and even.

Chen Mo couldn't help but laugh out loud, deliberately adding fuel to the fire.

"As expected, Grandpa can keep people in check. A good scolding is all it takes to curb his temper. Unlike your good-for-nothing father, he can't control you at all."

The old eunuch standing to the side still felt the burning pain from the slap mark on his face. Upon hearing these words, his face instantly burned with humiliation, and the feeling of being humiliated shot straight to the top of his head.

Click!

The old emperor crushed the teacup he was holding into pieces.

His face was ashen, and he was about to utter some harsh words to intimidate others.

Chen Mo casually raised his hand to stop him.

"Quiet down, be quiet, I'm going to start writing the cultivation method."

The angry curses and threats that were on the tip of their tongues were all swallowed back down, their chests heaving so hard they felt like they were about to suffer internal injuries.

Let's swallow this insult for now. Once he finishes writing the Nine Yang Manual, we'll immediately tear him to pieces and shred him to wash away all the humiliation we've suffered today!

His murderous intent was written all over his face, without any attempt to hide it.

Chen Mo ignored it completely, picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote with great flourish.

Lines of the Nine Yang Manual were written steadily on the white paper, neat and clear.

The three generations of the family huddled tightly around the table, holding their breath and not daring to make a sound.

Just moments ago he was furious, but now he is as quiet as a student listening to a lecture, his eyes fixed on the paper.

The late emperor's hands, hidden in his sleeves, were clenched into tight fists, his mind extremely tense.

With each additional word he wrote, the light in his eyes grew brighter, and his greed and excitement intensified.

Chen Mo sneered inwardly as he made a slight adjustment to a key energy flow route.

If you follow the instructions for cultivation, you're bound to run into big problems.

Before long, the entire mental cultivation method of the Nine Yang Manual was completed from memory.

The reigning emperor, who had been holding back for a long time, suddenly reached out and snatched the paper away.

The late emperor's eyes lit up instantly, and he urged him urgently.

"Quick! Bring it here so I can examine it closely!"

The three heads huddled together, their eyes burning with intensity, carefully checking and studying each word and sentence.

The late emperor became increasingly excited as he read, his fingertips trembling as he touched the paper.

"Look at this line! 'When Yang reaches its extreme, Yin arises; when Yin reaches its extreme, Yang returns!' It perfectly complements the Nine Yin Manual we've cultivated throughout our lives!"

The other two nodded repeatedly, their eyes filled with fervor.

"That's right! Absolutely true! Yin and Yang are opposites, strength and gentleness complement each other, the methods match perfectly, there's no way it could be faked!"

The emperor's eyes lit up as he looked on, his heart filled with longing.

"If one could truly master this Nine Yang technique, harmonizing Yin and Yang and resolving the backlash of the Nine Yin, then future emperors of my Great Abyss would no longer have to suffer the torment of castration and end up neither male nor female!"

After reading the entire piece, the three of them couldn't help but throw their heads back and burst into laughter, filled with ecstatic joy that lingered for a long time.

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! No wonder it's the world's number one, supremely masculine and powerful martial art!"

The late emperor carefully blew the ink off the paper, folded it neatly, and tucked it into his bosom.

The moment they put away the scriptures, the three faces, which were still filled with ecstatic joy, suddenly stopped smiling, and became cold and filled with murderous intent.

"Shangguan Hong!!!"

A sharp, piercing roar suddenly exploded.

"Today I will surely tear you to pieces!"

"I will subject you to three thousand six hundred cuts, so you will suffer endless torment!"

"I'll sever your tendons, skin you alive, and burn you to a crisp, so you'll suffer a terrible death!"

Chen Mo yawned leisurely, crossed his legs, and looked relaxed.

"You've said so many harsh words, but unfortunately, you can't kill me now."

The emperor's anger surged again, and he roared fiercely.

"If I want to kill you, I can do so anytime! Why should I hesitate?"

Chen Mo extended a finger and gently shook it.

"I told you, you dare not, and cannot, kill me."

The emperor wanted to continue his angry rant, but the late emperor raised his hand to stop him.

"Give me a reason not to kill you."

Chen Mo smiled faintly and casually praised him.

"As expected, experience counts; you're much more composed. Unlike you, you were completely driven by your emotions, without a shred of reason."

"My patience is limited."

The old emperor's eyes grew increasingly cold.

Chen Mo leaned back.

"What makes you so sure that what I wrote is true?"

A single sentence was uttered.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

The three generations of the family froze, their bodies instantly turning cold, and their backs were covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

The difference between a single word or a single line in the mental techniques of unparalleled martial arts is like heaven and earth.

If the cultivation method is flawed, recklessly practicing it will inevitably lead to reversed meridian flow and qi deviation, resulting in the complete loss of cultivation or even immediate death.

They were so overjoyed and excited that they didn't bother to carefully verify the truth.

Fear, anxiety, and anger welled up inside me instantly.

The old emperor stared intently at him, his voice hoarse and chilling.

"As expected of the leader of the Crimson Fire Sect, his methods are sophisticated and his mind is ruthless. He has manipulated the three of us, grandfather and grandson, into his grasp."

"However, whether the mental cultivation method is genuine or not can be determined with a test."

He turned to look at the reigning emperor and gave his orders in a cold voice.

"Sit down and practice the mental cultivation method once to verify its authenticity."