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

Chen Mo lay motionless on the roof.

A night breeze blew in gusts from the east end of the village, bringing a chill.

He held the Barrett rifle, the thermal sight pressed against his right eye, and scanned the village inch by inch, starting from the east end of the village.

The dilapidated temple had four heat sources crammed together, just like the one summoned by the man in black.

Further west, in the woods, in the Sixth Regiment, no, the Seventh Regiment, there was one lying in a remote spot that I almost missed.

Both of these match up.

Chen Mo knew what was going on.

The man in black didn't lie, but he didn't confess everything either; he only confessed what he knew.

Through the scope, there were still many heat sources, crouching outside the confession area.

There were two clumps of hay behind the village entrance, one clump on a crooked tree by the river, and three more clumps nestled at the base of the old grain depot wall.

These people were all squatting separately, not communicating with each other, clearly not one group, but several groups, but all with the same goal.

There are several directions that are obscured by dense forest and cannot be observed.

Chen Mo wasn't in a hurry.

Let's clear out the visible ones first, and deal with the rest later.

Whether they're from far away or near, all these people are here for the Nine Yin Manual and the Nine Yang Manual.

Since that's the case, we don't need to keep any of them.

He pressed his cheek against the butt of the gun; the butt was cool, and it made him feel even more alert.

The gun sense of a master gunner is not something given for nothing. In his hands, this Barrett is no different from his own arm. Wherever the barrel points, his mind goes.

With his immense strength of 400,000 jin pressing down on him, the recoil from firing the gun felt like a tickle to his shoulder.

It hits the target precisely, every shot is accurate.

Start with the closest one.

The old locust tree at the east end of the village, diagonally opposite the dilapidated temple, has two heat sources on its trunk, which remain motionless.

Judging from the look of it, it's asleep.

One was holding a knife, the other was using a bundle as a pillow, both sleeping like logs.

With a crosshair aimed, it firmly pinned one of the men's heads down.

Chen Mo held his breath and hooked his index finger.

puff.

The silencer reduced the gunshot to a muffled thud. The man's head exploded instantly, splattering red and white blood onto the tree trunk. The corpse fell straight down from the tree and hit the ground with a thud.

Another one was awakened.

The man suddenly opened his eyes, and before he could figure out what was going on, Chen Mo had already pulled the ring.

puff.

His head exploded, and his body fell headfirst, landing next to his companion.

Two shots, two lives, all within a single breath.

Chen Mo remained expressionless, turning his binoculars toward the dilapidated temple.

Inside the dilapidated temple, four people were gathered around a fire, some warming themselves by the fire, others drinking. They hadn't heard a sound from the two muffled thuds outside.

They might have developed internal energy, which could protect them and indeed stop bullets.

But that was when I was clear-headed and on guard.

Right now, these people are either sleeping or drinking, keeping their internal energy stored in their dantian, with no intention of circulating their energy at all.

More importantly, there is no such thing as a sniper rifle in this world.

No one knows what it means to take someone's head from half a village away, and no one knows how they died.

puff.

By the fire, a man playing a drinking game had his fist raised in mid-air when his head was gone.

The other three suddenly stood up.

Puff, puff, puff.

Three muffled thuds sounded, and the three heat sources collapsed one after another. The fire crackled and burned, illuminating the four headless corpses.

Chen Mo's fingers never stopped, and the lens swept across the woods to the west.

Seven heat sources were scattered throughout the forest, some nestled against trees, others lying in grassy hollows.

One shot, one kill.

The one in the grass heard the noise, turned over to get up, but a bullet pierced his back and exploded out of his chest, so he lay back down, this time for real.

Two heat sources were found in the haystacks at the village entrance.

A crooked tree by the river, a clump of them.

At the base of the grain depot wall, the Third Regiment.

They swept each area clean, leaving no spot untouched, from beginning to end.

These groups of people died without ever understanding what weapon killed them.

In about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, about twenty lives were lost outside this village.

He aimed at the last heat source in the scope and suddenly moved.

The man, who had been squatting in the graveyard south of the village, suddenly sprang up and ran away without a word, whether from the smell of blood or from his martial arts instincts.

He ran away, but then he suddenly took to the air.

Without touching the ground, it leaped over ten zhang in a single bound, so fast that only a shadow remained.

Chen Mo felt a chill run down his spine.

Grandmaster Realm.

Only those at the Grandmaster level can fly like this.

The crosshair followed, pinning down the shadow. Chen Mo held his breath and fired another shot.

puff.

It hit.

The bullet struck him squarely in the back, but it hit an invisible, colorless shield and slid off, allowing him to withstand the bullet.

Internal force shield.

The man didn't even turn his head; instead, he moved even faster, disappearing into the depths of the night in a few breaths.

Chen Mo did not pursue.

He knew very well that he was currently at the Qi Control Realm, two whole major realms away from becoming a Grandmaster.

That last shot, even with the advantage of a sneak attack, failed to break through his defenses. If he really chases after him, there will be risks if they turn around and deal with him.

It's a bit of a shame that one got away, but there's nothing we can do about it. We've already made a profit on this deal.

He reloaded the magazine, and Barrett retrieved the bronze ring.

That night, almost every one of the twenty-odd men had their heads blown off.

There's no such thing as dying like that in this world.

When it gets light and someone stumbles upon these corpses, the news will spread like wildfire, making people even more frightened. Those still hiding in the shadows, those still on their way, will have to think twice before acting.

This place will be quiet for a while now.

Chen Mo flipped off the roof, identified the direction of the Shennong Sect, and with a burst of speed, he leaped out.

He kept walking and arrived at the entrance of Shennong Temple.

A group of people were standing at the entrance to the mountain.

By the firelight, he could see that they were all his women. Shangguan Hong stood at the front, with Qingzhu and Suyue on either side, and Xu Wanqing with her sleeves tucked in. The eight beauties huddled behind, all looking down the mountain.

When he showed his face, the group of people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young Master!"

Qingzhu was the first to shout it out.

"You're finally back! We were so worried!"

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

Xu Wanqing said repeatedly.

Shangguan Hong didn't say anything, but took two steps forward and looked him up and down. Seeing that he was unharmed, her gaze relaxed.

The eight beauties jostled each other, some patting their chests to catch their breath, others secretly wiping their eyes. They were pampered in the palace and had never experienced anything like this before.

There were two people standing at the entrance to the mountain.

Wang Fucheng, Zhao Shouan.

The way the two looked at him was almost fanatical.

The two rushed forward, lifted their robes, and knelt on one knee.

"Your subordinate, Wang Fucheng, greets Your Highness!"

"Your subordinate, Zhao Shou'an, greets Your Highness!"

"stand up."

Chen Mo raised his hand in a gesture of support.

"We're all family, no need for formalities."

"Thank you, young master!"

The two men rose and stood at attention with their hands at their sides.

Chen Mo sized up the two. Wang Fucheng's aura was thick and long, indicating that he had reached the mid-stage of the Grandmaster realm, and had made further progress than before.

Zhao Shouan has slightly lower aptitude and cultivates more slowly, but he is currently at the late stage of the Qi Control Realm. His aura is solid and his foundation is sound.

Chen Mo was satisfied.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Wang Fucheng bowed and said:

"Young master, your lodgings have been prepared. I will show you the way now."

The group followed the path up the mountain, passing through two courtyard gates, and arrived at a unique courtyard.

The courtyard was meticulously constructed, with uniform blue bricks and gray tiles. Two osmanthus trees were planted in the courtyard, and the courtyard had several sections with more than a dozen main and side rooms, more than enough to accommodate their group.

"Young master, what do you think?"

Wang Fucheng said with a forced smile.

"Very good, thank you for your trouble."

Chen Mo said casually.

"It's my duty, I dare not presume to do it."

The two said in unison.

Chen Mo gave a few more instructions on miscellaneous matters within the sect, and the two bowed and took their leave, closing the courtyard gate behind them.

Chen Mo took out the items from the bronze ring one by one.

The women packed up all the furniture, the pills Lan Xing brought, and the monitor, stereo, and power bank that Ye Yunshu had bought, filling half the room.

The women all pitched in, some making beds, others tidying up, and the courtyard suddenly came alive with life.

Chen Mo set up the monitor in the middle of the main room, connected it to a power bank and speakers, and called Shangguan Hong over to teach her everything step by step.

Which one is the power switch? Which one controls the volume? How do I start a video from the beginning? How do I rewind it? How do I charge it when the battery is dead?

Shangguan Hong learned extremely quickly. She memorized everything after pressing the buttons twice and successfully assembled several sets on her own.

"With this, the tens of thousands of disciples in the sect can take turns watching and learning from it."

Chen Mo spoke up.

"You can now focus on your training and strive for a higher realm."

Shangguan Hong smiled and said:

"With the young master's instructional videos and elixirs, it won't be long before I break through to the late stage of the Grandmaster realm."

Chen Mo then took out a large number of guns, bullets, grenades, C4 and RPGs from the bronze ring and taught them how to use them one by one.

Chen Mo's principle has always been to avoid close combat unless he has absolute self-defense capabilities or can completely overwhelm the opponent.

If the enemy is stronger than you, run for your life!

If the opponent is weaker than you, attack from a distance first, use everything you can. If you still can't kill them after using everything, then consider close combat.

That night, Chen Mo didn't go anywhere. He personally taught the women until they were all proficient in using various weapons before he finally got a good night's sleep.

The next morning, as dawn broke, he instructed the women to cultivate in peace, and then found an empty room to return to Blue Star.

The shadow that flew away last night still weighs heavily on my heart.

The Grandmaster realm has already begun to emerge. If one escapes today, there's no guarantee that a second or third won't appear tomorrow.

He is currently only at the Qi Control Realm.

We need to hurry up and restore our strength.

The sooner you improve your skills, the sooner you can sleep soundly.