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

Three days have passed in the Tianxuan Continent.

Chen Mo pushed open the door and walked out of the courtyard, where he immediately saw everyone diligently cultivating.

Su Yue sat cross-legged on the futon to cultivate, while Yan Ci sat next to her, practicing each move with exceptional focus.

The seven ladies did not dare to slack off; they all practiced boxing in the courtyard following the instructional videos, and everyone was covered in sweat.

Even Qingzhu, who is usually the most playful, is now meditating with his eyes closed and legs crossed, his expression serious.

In times of turmoil, the pressure weighs on everyone's hearts and is more effective than any admonition.

Normally, Qingzhu would be running around and playing around at this time, but now she has calmed down and is cultivating diligently.

In chaotic times, only strength can protect oneself; they all understand this principle.

Chen Mo stood at the door and watched quietly for a moment without making a sound to disturb them.

Yan Ci was the first to notice him. Her eyes lit up instantly, and she immediately stopped her cultivation and quickly walked over to him, her voice soft and gentle.

"Young master."

This soft call startled everyone cultivating in the courtyard, and they all stopped their practice and gathered around.

Chen Mo glanced around; everyone's face was heavy with worry.

"Something happened?"

He asked the question.

Shangguan Hong stepped forward and replied in a deep voice:

"The scouts report that over a hundred experts have gathered several miles outside Stone Village. There are dozens of Qi Control Realm and True Transformation Realm experts, and eight Grandmaster Realm experts."

She paused for a moment, then her tone became even more somber.

"The most troublesome thing is that the other side has two grandmasters."

As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of everyone in the courtyard darkened again.

Chen Mo nodded slightly.

He estimated that the enemy would arrive in the next few days.

Shangguan Hong continued speaking.

"These people are gathering in twos and threes, and they keep moving towards this place day and night. As of this morning, their number has exceeded one hundred."

Eight beautiful women stood aside, barely daring to breathe.

Everyone knew that this group wasn't after Stone Village, but rather after the two peerless martial arts manuals that Chen Mo possessed.

Chen Mo remained calm, quickly assessing the situation in his mind.

Within three days, the news spread throughout the surrounding area, and all the martial arts masters in the vicinity rushed over.

This is just the first batch; many more will arrive later.

"This group of people poses a considerable threat to the current Shennong Sect."

Xu Wanqing spoke softly.

Shangguan Hong nodded in agreement:

"The Nine Yang internal energy within my body has not yet been completely transformed into Nine Yin; it will take about another month. Currently, I have limited trump cards at my disposal. In this battle, as long as I can hold off two Grandmasters and eight other Grandmasters, the remaining small fry are not worth mentioning."

Chen Mo walked to the stone table in the courtyard and sat down, and the others naturally gathered around him.

"Don't panic."

Chen Mo spoke calmly.

"I brought some tough stuff back with me this time, enough to take care of these guys."

The tension in everyone's hearts instantly eased.

The eight beauties looked at each other in pairs, their eyes filled with peace.

Since you say so, then it's definitely a sure thing.

Su Yue turned around and went inside to make tea, presenting the teacup with both hands.

Yan Ci went around behind him and gently massaged his shoulders with a soft and comfortable touch.

Qingzhu was closest, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she stared at Chen Mo.

"Young master, what wonderful thing is it?"

Chen Mo took the tea, sipped it, and put the teacup down.

"The weapons in my hometown are far more powerful than the Gatling gun you're using. I'll show you around later."

Qingzhu wanted to ask more questions, but Chen Mo deliberately kept her in suspense.

This left everyone itching with anticipation, making them even more eager to see what was going on.

Chen Mo didn't delay and immediately led his men up the mountain to make arrangements.

The entire Shennong Sect complex is located halfway up the mountain, while the summit is a vast, open old forest with an unobstructed view, making it an excellent vantage point.

The group walked up the narrow mountain path, with ancient trees on both sides of the road covered with lush foliage, blocking out the sun.

About half an hour later, the group reached the top of the mountain.

A mountain breeze swept in instantly, and the view suddenly opened up.

Standing atop the mountain and looking down, the Stone Village, several miles away, is clearly visible, and the rooftops of the small courtyard where we had stayed earlier are clearly visible.

The carriages and pedestrians on the distant official road were as small as ants, coming and going, and were clearly visible at a glance.

The wind was extremely strong at the mountaintop, making everyone's clothes flutter loudly, and their mood, which had been depressed for many days, also felt much more relaxed.

"This is truly an excellent location."

Shangguan Hong exclaimed in admiration.

She also knows how to use a sniper rifle and understands the importance of high ground.

Chen Mo nodded

"That's right, this is our gun position."

He told everyone to disperse and stand still, then raised his hand and waved.

A heavy, massive steel object suddenly appeared on the open ground, its dark barrel angled towards the foot of the mountain.

The second door, the third door... landed one after another.

The four 155mm howitzers have barrels several meters long and muzzles wide enough to fit a person's head. Each one weighs several tons and is extremely intimidating.

The eight 57mm rapid-fire guns are relatively small and lightweight, with slender barrels and extremely high rate of fire.

The twelve cannons were lined up neatly in a row on the mountaintop, creating an awe-inspiring sight.

The women immediately surrounded the cannon, reaching out to touch its cool barrel and staring at its dark muzzle, chattering with curiosity.

"Young master, what kind of weapon is this?"

"This is called a cannon; it's a heavy weapon from my hometown."

Xu Wanqing couldn't help but ask:

"Is it even better than Barrett?"

"The Barrett can only kill one person with a single shot, but this thing can wipe out a whole bunch with one shot."

Chen Mo explained.

The people looked at each other, finding it hard to imagine such a large-scale killing scene.

But seeing Chen Mo's confident expression, the lingering unease in my heart completely dissipated.

Chen Mo smiled and raised his hand.

"Each person chooses one subject, just choose what you like."

Everyone immediately stepped forward to make their selections.

Su Yue chose a rapid-fire cannon, saying it was lightweight and easy to control.

Yan Ci chose another subject next to her.

Xu Wanqing and Shangguan Hong each chose the most powerful 155mm heavy cannon.

After the eight beauties finished dividing up the remaining rapid-fire cannons, they chattered excitedly.

Ever since Qingzhu used the Gatling gun, he had developed a preference for heavy firepower. He circled the twelve cannons three times before finally standing directly in front of a 155mm heavy cannon.

"I want this one!"

It has the longest and thickest barrel, the most imposing size, and looks incredibly powerful.

"Good taste."

Chen Mo smiled.

Green Bamboo was so proud of itself that it almost wagged its tail.

Chen Mo had already mastered all weapon operation skills to perfection. He knew every detail of caliber, range, rate of fire, aiming, and firing by heart, even better than the original manufacturer's craftsmen.

"The 155mm heavy artillery has the longest range, capable of precise strikes from dozens of miles away, hitting exactly where it's pointed at."

He explained patiently.

"The Type 57 rapid-fire gun is characterized by its high rate of fire, firing dozens of rounds per minute. It's the best weapon for blocking roads and clearing out groups of enemies."

The crowd seemed to understand but not quite, but they nodded earnestly and made sure to remember.

For the rest of the day, Chen Mo led everyone to set up defenses at fixed points.

The twelve gun positions were calibrated and finalized one by one, and two rapid-fire guns were deployed at the cliff mouth to provide full frontal coverage without any blind spots.

Four cannons were positioned on the flank forest trails, effectively blocking two attack routes. Finally, four 155mm heavy cannons were placed on the high ground, specifically targeting the two Grandmasters, providing precise long-range heavy firepower for crushing them.

Crossfire spread out layer by layer, completely sealing off all the passages down the mountain, leaving no gaps.

With the gun positions determined, the next step was to provide hands-on instruction.

Chen Mo taught every step of the process—loading, pressing the magazine, aiming, pulling the trigger, and firing—with meticulous care.

He corrects anyone's gestures or movements on the spot without ever being perfunctory.

With the added benefit of the Transcendental Teaching Skills, everyone learned very quickly.

She mastered the operating procedure of the 155mm heavy gun in one go and was filled with pride.

By the time all the women had learned it, the sun was already setting in the west.

Twelve cannons were in place, each with a pile of matching shells next to it, ready to be fired at any time, with ample ammunition.

"Young master, how about we test our skills with a couple of shots?"

Qingzhu rubbed his hands together, eager to try.

The others joined in the commotion, their eyes filled with anticipation.

"no."

Chen Mo shook his head and refused.

"This thing is too powerful and extremely loud; a single shot can travel for dozens of miles. The time is not right, and we cannot reveal it."

Everyone had no choice but to suppress their thoughts and obediently give up.

Unbeknownst to them, in that brief moment atop the mountain, a fierce battle had just ended in the enemy camp several miles away.

The atmosphere was tense inside the enemy's main tent.

Two grandmasters sat at the head of the table, one tall and thin and the other short and stout. They remained silent throughout, their indifferent gazes sweeping over the people below as if they were mere pawns to be discarded at will.

The eight grandmasters under his command, along with several leaders of the Transformation Realm, argued heatedly, their faces flushed.

The core of the dispute was only one thing: whether to continue waiting for others to rejoin, or to immediately launch a strong attack on the Shennong Sect.

"Don't use force!"

A grandmaster suddenly stood up, his voice changing tone.

"Didn't you see those corpses? More than twenty people, all with their heads blown off, their heads like rotten watermelons, they didn't even know how they died!"

This was the master who escaped from Barrett's gun that night; his surname was Yu.

He still remembers that night vividly. He doesn't know what struck his protective aura, but he felt like he had just narrowly escaped death. He never wants to experience that again in his life.

"In my opinion, this place is too eerie; we need to reconsider!"

There was a moment of silence in the tent, followed by a burst of laughter.

"You didn't see it."

Old Yu's voice trembled.

"That night I watched with my own eyes, one after another, people died while they were asleep. I ran for my life and was hit in the back. If it weren't for my protective qi, I would have lost my life long ago."

"Old Yu, if you're scared, go home and take care of your child. Don't get in the way here."

"Old Yu, are you scared out of your wits?"

"A headshot? There are plenty of ways to kill in the underworld, is it really worth running away like this?"

"No matter how malevolent that thing is, it can't even penetrate your protective aura. Now that two grandmasters are here, what are you afraid of?"

Old Yu's face turned bright red, and he opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

"Exactly! If we wait any longer, more and more people will arrive. By the time the true scripture appears, will we even have a chance? We won't even get a hot bowl of soup!"

"Let's do it!"

"Let's do it!"

The crowd was in an uproar, overwhelmingly in favor of the leader. Some people immediately volunteered to be the first to go, while others patted their chests and guaranteed that they would do anything to be the first to make a name for themselves. There were hundreds of people, and their voices were getting louder and louder, as if they were afraid of being left behind.

The two grandmasters at the head of the table exchanged a glance but remained silent.

Unbeknownst to others, the two had secretly planned this all along.

The deaths of those twenty-odd people were bizarre, so it's good to let these small fry go first and test the waters for us.

Cannon fodder? We don't care how many die. When the true scriptures appear, they will naturally belong to whoever is rightfully ours.

"If that's the case..."

The grandmaster on the left stood up. His voice was not loud, but the entire tent fell silent instantly.

"We'll make our move at midnight tonight."

Once the order was given, everyone in the main tent sprang into action, checking their weapons. A hundred or so men, a dark mass, were waiting for the third watch of the night.

Old Yu huddled in the corner, clutching his knife, his hands and feet ice-cold.

I couldn't persuade them, not a single one.

He decided to run away soon.

Unbeknownst to them, twelve cannons were already prepared on the mountaintop several miles away, waiting for them to crash into them.