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

Chen Mo returned to the courtyard, closed the door, and lay down on the bed.

He took out a bottle of Qi-boosting powder from his copper ring, uncorked it, and poured out a brown pill.

It's about the size of a fingertip and smells like herbs.

"Let's try it out first."

He put the pill in his mouth and swallowed it.

After waiting a while, my stomach felt warm, like I had drunk a bowl of hot soup.

My blood and energy have indeed improved somewhat, but it's not a complete upheaval.

He sat cross-legged and began practicing the Qi-cultivation technique.

With each breath, the warmth flowed through his body along with his blood and qi, a little faster than usual during cultivation.

"It's alright, better than nothing."

He then took out a bone-strengthening pill, poured out one, and swallowed it.

This time was different. The pill went down like a piece of burning coal falling into my stomach, the heat bursting out and rushing through my meridians to my limbs and bones.

He quickly composed himself and began practicing the Qi-cultivation technique.

Fifteen minutes later, he opened his eyes and moved his fingers.

My strength increased a little, not much, but that surge of energy was more effective than eating three meals a day.

The food on Earth, no matter how much you eat, is like drinking water; it can never satisfy this body that has reached the seventh level of Body Refinement.

This tiny pill contains more energy than several large meals.

"No wonder martial arts cultivation cannot be separated from elixirs."

He put the porcelain bottle into his copper ring, determined that the supply of medicinal herbs had to be secured.

Xiao Liu knows about medicinal herbs, so let him go and collect them.

If I can get my hands on the pill formula, I'll have unlimited access to pills, and my cultivation speed will more than double.

In the middle of the night, footsteps could be heard again.

It was very light, stopped at the entrance of the alley, and didn't leave until much later.

Chen Mo opened his eyes in the darkness, reached under his pillow for Glock, and held it in his hand until the person left.

As dawn broke, Chen Mo pushed open the door.

He glanced at the alley entrance and saw a man in gray squatting on a stone bench, eating a sesame seed cake.

He glanced across the street again and saw another man in gray leaning against the wall, yawning.

two.

The only person I can think of who could send someone to track and monitor him is Zhao Yong.

Judging from his aura and footwork, his strength is probably at the early stage of Body Refinement.

They followed me all night, and they still won't leave.

Chen Mo withdrew his gaze, locked the door, and walked out onto the street.

Two men in gray immediately stood up and followed, one in front of the other.

They were squatting across the street while eating breakfast.

They were waiting at the entrance when we arrived at the martial arts school.

They went to the outhouse and stood outside.

Chen Mo squatted in the outhouse, listening to the footsteps pacing back and forth outside, and found it amusing.

How worried is Zhao Yong?

Send two people to follow you around like dung beetles.

In the afternoon, in the martial arts school's training ground, Han Tiesheng was leading his new disciples in practicing the Bengshan Fist.

Chen Mo stood in the last row and followed along with the gestures.

His movements were standard, his strength was just right, his punches were not heavy, and his steps were not heavy. He looked like a beginner at the first level of body refinement.

After practicing twice and gaining 200 points of proficiency, Chen Mo made another excuse to leave.

Several disciples nearby whispered among themselves.

"That Zhang Deshuai, he learned it once yesterday and ran away, and he's still the same today."

"You paid twenty taels of silver to come in, and this is the attitude you get?"

"What future can someone from a muddy village have?"

Chen Mo heard this, but didn't turn around; instead, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

His current punching power is over 700 jin, while these people can't even hit 200 jin. Why bother arguing with them?

As he left the martial arts school, two men in gray followed him.

Chen Mo didn't return to the courtyard; instead, he turned into an alley.

After many twists and turns, the road became increasingly remote, with earthen walls on both sides and withered grass growing on top of them.

The man in gray followed them in; there was no one else around.

He turned around, leaned against the wall, and looked at them with a grin.

"You've been following us for a whole day and night, aren't you tired?"

The two men in gray exchanged a glance, their expressions suddenly changing.

The leader gritted his teeth and said:

"Young Master Zhao told us to keep an eye on you and not to wander off. You'd better behave yourself."

"honest?"

Chen Mo tilted his head.

"You two are only at the early stages of Body Refinement, and you expect me to behave?"

The two men in gray looked even uglier. They had been following Chen Mo for a day and a night, but they still couldn't figure out his strength. Now, hearing him reveal his true abilities, they realized that he was at least in the mid-stage of Body Refinement.

"Finished watching?"

Chen Mo flexed his wrists. "Then it's my turn."

He took a step forward, grabbed the wrist of the one on his left, and gently twisted it.

His joints cracked, and the man in gray gasped in pain as his knees buckled and he collapsed to his knees.

The guy on the right turned to run, but Chen Mo kicked him in the back of the knee, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

"Go back and tell Zhao Yong to bring sincerity to Zuixianlou tonight."

The two men in gray scrambled and disappeared at the end of the alley in the blink of an eye.

Chen Mo dusted off his clothes and slowly walked back.

Perhaps we could use Viagra to fool Zhao Yong. That guy looks like a lecherous scoundrel who overworks himself. If it works, we won't have to worry about money for pills in the future.

Evening, at Zuixianlou.

Zhao Yong booked the private room on the second floor.

Several delicate side dishes and a pot of wine were laid out on the table.

Behind him stood two Zhao family martial artists, burly and thick-waisted, arms crossed, with fierce expressions.

The taller one is at least at the sixth level of Body Refinement, and the shorter one is no less than the fifth level.

Chen Mo pushed open the door and went in.

He hadn't changed his clothes; he was still wearing that same drab, coarse cloth outfit, with the cuffs rolled up twice.

Standing before Zhao Yong, who lived a life of luxury, he looked like a lowly handyman.

Zhao Yong leaned back in his chair, neither standing up nor offering his seat.

"Zhang Deshuai? Have a seat."

His tone was casual, like he was calling a dog.

Chen Mo stood still.

Zhao Yong frowned.

Chen Mo smiled and said:

"Young Master Zhao, I sent those two men with a message asking you to convey my sincerity. Where is your sincerity?"

Zhao Yong paused for a second, then laughed so hard his shoulders shook. He grabbed his wine glass, took a swig, and slammed it heavily on the table.

"You, a country bumpkin from a muddy village, want sincerity from me? You know how many people in this town are lining up to give money to the Zhao family, and I don't even glance at them. You've got some nerve."

Chen Mo wasn't angry. He sighed and took a small porcelain bottle out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

I uncorked the bottle and poured out a blue pill, which I held between my fingers.

"Young Master Zhao, do you know what this thing is for?"

Zhao Yong glanced at it but didn't reply.

Chen Mo twirled the pill between his fingers and lowered his voice:

"I've been taking this stuff for a year, and now my skills in bed... I can do it seven times a night, and every time I make them beg for mercy. Now all those girls are lining up with their doors wide open, waiting for me."

Zhao Yong's eyes lit up instantly, he leaned forward, and swallowed hard.

"This thing..."

Chen Mo brought the pill to his nose and smelled it, then glanced at Zhao Yong's lower body before looking away.

"Young Master Zhao, you look pale. You must be overworked. I heard you've married five wives, each one as beautiful as a flower. Can your body handle it?"

Zhao Yong's face stiffened, his fingers clenched, and he wanted to lash out but held back.

Chen Mo put the pill back into the porcelain bottle, put the stopper on it, and twirled it around on his fingertip.

"I'm the only one in the whole town who owns this thing."

Zhao Yong held out his hand: "Give it to me."

Chen Mo withdrew his hand.

"No rush. Your two servants have been following me for two days and two nights, causing me a lot of trouble. Let's settle the score first."

Chen Mo counted on his fingers: "Compensation for emotional distress, lost wages, and errand fees, totaling five hundred taels."

Five hundred taels?!

Zhao Yong slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "Are you fucking crazy?!"

The two martial artists behind him also stepped forward.

Chen Mo remained calm and twirled the porcelain bottle between his fingertips.

"Too expensive? Then forget it."

He stood up, as if to leave, "I'm going to talk to your father. I heard that Old Master Zhao has taken several new concubines. He's getting on in years, and I'm afraid his health isn't much better."

Zhao Yong's expression changed drastically.

"stop!"

He gritted his teeth, his chest heaving.

The tall martial artist behind him leaned close to his ear: "Young master, this kid is extorting money..."

Zhao Yong raised his hand to stop him, staring at the porcelain bottle in Chen Mo's hand, his teeth grinding together.

"One hundred taels."

Chen Mo shook his head.

"Four hundred taels."

"One hundred and twenty taels."

"Three hundred taels, two bottles per month."

Zhao Yong stared at him, his chest heaving several times.

"Two hundred taels, two bottles per month."

"Three hundred taels, two bottles per month, not a penny less."

Zhao Yong stared at him for several seconds, then took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket, counted out six, and slapped them on the table.

"Here are six hundred taels. Give me the medicine."

Chen Mo put away the silver notes and then took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Two bottles, please keep them safe, Young Master Zhao."

Zhao Yong stuffed the porcelain bottle into his robes, stood up, his face ashen, and turned to leave.

He turned back at the door, squinting.

"Zhang Deshuai, you better make sure your medicine works, or I'll make you regret ever being born."

Chen Mo picked up his teacup without even looking up.

"Don't worry, Young Master Zhao. I'm a man of my word. I've personally verified the effectiveness of this medicine."

Zhao Yong slammed the door and left.