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

The armed helicopter flew towards Stone Village.

The vast capital city behind them shrank little by little until it disappeared completely from sight.

It took several days to fly there.

This iron machine is extremely fuel-consuming; a full tank of gas can only get it a few hundred miles.

Chen Mo refueled more than a dozen times and took a break seven or eight times.

At first, the eight girls were so nervous that their palms were sweating, and they clung tightly to the window, afraid to look down.

Once they got used to it, they started vying to lean against the porthole to watch the sea of ​​clouds and mountains, finding it incredibly novel.

Consort Li was the most daring; she pressed her entire face against the window, watching the landscape below rush past like a chessboard, completely absorbed in the view.

She sighed softly.

"Back in the palace, if you wanted to go on a long trip, it would take at least half a month of bumpy travel by carriage."

Chen Mo, gripping the joystick, answered casually without turning his head:

"If you follow me now, one day will cover the distance of half a month."

These past few days I've been traveling, flying during the day and stopping at night.

Whether it's a desolate mountain or a roadside in a small town, it flies wherever it lands.

Refueling is even simpler. Find a secluded spot where no one is around, land, and Chen Mo takes out an oil can from his bronze ring to refuel.

The eight women were already used to it and simply assumed he possessed magical powers.

A few days later, we finally returned to Stone Village.

The familiar courtyard, the familiar fence—everything was exactly the same as when I left.

Chen Mo called out and knocked on the courtyard gate. The four women inside immediately rushed out to greet him.

But when they saw the group of stunning beauties behind Chen Mo, their expressions froze instantly.

One, two, three... keep counting until the eighth.

The expectation on the four people's faces turned into helplessness.

These eight women were all stunningly beautiful with fair and rosy skin; it was obvious at a glance that they were all Chen Mo's women.

Shangguan Hong and Xu Wanqing exchanged a glance, then rolled their eyes at Chen Mo, their eyes full of helplessness.

Chen Mo chuckled, not embarrassed at all, and stepped forward to pull the two of them into his arms, giving each of them a kiss.

The two girls playfully pushed his chest, feeling both embarrassed and angry.

The eight concubines who had just entered the palace had never seen such a blatant scene before, being intimate in public in broad daylight. They all blushed instantly, lowered their heads, and dared not look at anyone.

The most lively Qingzhu couldn't help but come over, tugged at Chen Mo's sleeve, and chattered away with questions.

"Young master, young master, where did you bring these eight beautiful ladies from?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, speaking with righteous indignation.

"What do you mean by 'kidnapping'? Don't talk nonsense."

He pointed at Yan Ci and began to speak.

"This is the most beautiful courtesan in the capital, and she and I have a deep relationship."

Su Yue's expression softened slightly upon hearing this.

Chen Mo then pointed to seven other people.

"They were all concubines of that eunuch emperor, who lived as widows in the palace for more than ten years without the emperor ever touching them."

"I rescued them, freeing them from the prison of the palace. How can that be considered kidnapping?"

The four women in the courtyard were instantly stunned.

The emperor's concubine?

One would be one thing, but he brought back seven in one go?

Qingzhu's eyes widened:

"Young master is too amazing! He even managed to snatch away a concubine from the imperial palace!"

Shangguan Hong added casually from the side:

"When has he ever been weak?"

He seemed to be complaining, but the corners of his mouth were subtly turning up.

Consort Li led the other seven sisters forward and respectfully bowed to the four.

"Greetings, sisters."

That "sister" was spoken from the bottom of my heart.

Xu Wanqing quickly reached out to help the person up and spoke gently.

"Once you're in our family, you don't need to follow those palace rules."

"From now on, we are all one family. There is no distinction of rank or status; we will only care about who came in first."

Chen Mo didn't care about such formalities and went up to hug and kiss each of them.

They are all his women; he absolutely cannot favor one over the other.

This trip to the capital was incredibly profitable; not only did he obtain the "Nine Yin Manual," but he also gained the affections of eight stunning beauties.

Including the original four, there are now a total of twelve.

It took him quite a while to kiss them all, and his lips were sore from all the kissing.

Fortunately, their love was bound together forever, and all twelve women were devoted to him, living in harmony with each other.

Those who arrived earlier led the newcomers, and everyone worked together to divide the courtyards, find their rooms, and unpack their luggage. It was a lively and bustling time, with no hint of jealousy or rivalry.

The whole courtyard was bustling with activity and a festive atmosphere, just like during the Chinese New Year.

Chen Mo sat on the stone bench, looking at the courtyard full of beautiful women, unable to suppress his pride.

That same evening, in a secret chamber of the Dae-yeon Royal Palace.

Outside the door, the chief eunuch cautiously came to ask for instructions for the third time.

"Your Majesty, all the civil and military officials are still kneeling outside the palace, waiting to be summoned."

The room was quiet and silent; there was no response.

The chief eunuch stood at the door for a long time before finally having to retreat quietly.

A summons?

How should we summon them?

Who among the court officials hadn't picked up that shocking leaflet?

Whose eyes didn't hold mockery and scrutiny?

Those gazes were more piercing than knives; he simply couldn't bear them.

In the small, enclosed room, three generations of the royal family sat quietly together.

A table full of cold food sat untouched.

The three men hadn't slept for several days; their eyes were heavy with bags, bloodshot, and their clothes were disheveled, showing no trace of imperial majesty.

The most tragic figure was the reigning emperor.

His injuries hadn't fully healed, and he was so angry and stressed that he fainted several times before finally waking up.

His first words after waking up were a weak question.

"Were all those papers... burned completely?"

Neither of the two people beside them dared to reply.

Paper can never be completely burned.

Even if you burn all the paper money, you can't shut people up.

The secret of the three generations of royal eunuchs had long been spread throughout the city.

The emperor himself suddenly understood, and never spoke again, his eyes filled with deathly silence.

A royal secret painstakingly hidden for three hundred years was revealed to the world overnight, becoming a laughing stock for all time.

He spent half his life scheming, but failed to obtain the "Nine Yang Manual" he wanted to seize.

His own "Nine Yin Manual" was actually read by someone else.

Even the prince who was used to test the martial arts ended up suffering from qi deviation.

They issued successive death orders, confiscating all the papers in the city, and those who possessed or distributed them would be beheaded and their entire families exterminated.

Openly, no one dared to discuss it in public.

But people love gossip, especially such shocking gossip; the more it's suppressed, the more wildly it spreads.

They dared not speak during the day, but secretly told each other under the covers at night;

We dare not talk to each other face to face, but we chat as much as we can when we visit each other in private.

News from the capital spread rapidly throughout the prefectures, counties, and border military camps.

One person tells ten, ten tell a hundred, the speed is frightening, it can't be hidden or stopped at all.

In addition, the spies sent to investigate the Red Fire Sect and find out Zhang Deshuai's background did not bring back any useful information.

All the spies planted in the Crimson Fire Cult back then vanished into thin air, without a single message returning.

At this moment, they were finally convinced that Zhang Deshuai had told the truth.

Even before entering the palace, he had already wiped out all the spies and informants in the court.

The dimly lit, secret room was filled with flickering candlelight.

The three sat silently, filled with despair, unable to sleep.

In the courtyard of Stone Village, Chen Mo spent the entire night in tenderness, busy until dawn.

After he finished fussing over him, he fell asleep immediately and slept very soundly.

I slept straight through until the evening of the next day.

When I opened my eyes again, the sky was ablaze with sunset colors, the scenery outside the window was gentle, the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, and the sound of a woman's laughter drifted over from the other side of the wall. It was a peaceful and serene time.

Chen Mo leaned against the headboard, feeling refreshed. He opened his personal system panel to check out the "Nine Yin Manual," the ultimate martial art he had been longing for.