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

Back in the courtyard, it was getting dark.

Three people were standing at the entrance of the courtyard: Wang Fucheng, Zhao Shouan, and a young disciple whose face they didn't recognize.

Upon seeing them return, the three hurriedly came to greet them. The disciple had been running all the way and was still out of breath; his clothes were completely soaked.

"Young Master! Master! Something terrible has happened!"

"What is it?"

Chen Mo stepped forward.

Wang Fucheng clasped his hands in a fist salute and pointed at the disciple:

"Young Master, this disciple is an undercover agent we sent to the enemy camp at the foot of the mountain. He just ran back and said that the two Grandmasters are leading the attack on the Shennong Sect at midnight tonight."

Chen Mo smiled.

Just in time.

"Reporting to the young master, they gathered over a hundred people during the day and have already agreed to make their move at midnight tonight."

The disciple knelt on the ground and reported everything in detail.

Shangguan Hong looked at him.

"Well done. Go down and collect your reward. Here's a bottle of top-grade Qi and Blood Pills."

That disciple was only at the Qi and Blood Realm; a bottle of high-grade Qi and Blood Pills would keep him happy for half a year.

He was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Thank you, Young Master! Thank you, Master!"

Zhao Shouan clasped his hands in greeting:

"Young master, should we summon the disciples of the sect immediately?"

"Need not."

Chen Mo waved his hand.

"You may leave. I have my own plans."

Wang Fucheng and Zhao Shouan exchanged a glance, then stole a look at Shangguan Hong. Seeing that she looked calm and not nervous at all, the two of them made up their minds.

"Yes."

Before leaving, Wang Fucheng added one more thing:

"Young master, should we impose martial law at the church?"

Chen Mo said.

Eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're tired, the sun will rise as usual tomorrow.

The three men withdrew.

As the group entered the courtyard, Qingzhutou jumped up first.

"Young master, young master, I want to test the power of that cannon!"

Chen Mo raised his hand and ruffled her hair, making the little girl shake.

"Granted. The enemy has two Grandmasters and eight other Grandmasters. One heavy cannon might not be enough; three will be used together!"

All the women laughed.

"I want to go too!"

"I'm going too!"

The other girls were not to be outdone.

"Everyone should go, everyone should go and broaden their horizons."

The three who were operating the heavy artillery—Qingzhu, Shangguan Hong, and Xu Wanqing—all felt a surge of excitement upon hearing this.

Su Yueyan smiled with her lips pursed, while the eight beauties huddled together whispering, all wondering just how loud the cannon would be.

Without further ado, the group went up to the mountaintop again.

Chen Mo released a drone, which buzzed into the air and hovered high above the enemy camp.

Thermal imaging pinned the figures below to the screen; the enemy camp was filled with clusters of white light—all people; the tents were a dark mass; and horses were tethered on the perimeter.

On one corner of the screen, the distance is eleven miles, the wind direction is southwest, and the wind force is level three, clearly marked.

Chen Mo planned to use a drone to record the battle.

Chen Mo moved a rock and sat down, placing the screen on his lap. He traced the image with his fingertip, zooming in and out until he could clearly see the faces of the people around the campfire.

The enemy camp was a few miles outside Stone Village and about ten miles from the mountaintop, within a 155-meter firing range.

Chen Mo took out a walkie-talkie and fired one at each gun position.

The tiny iron box, no bigger than a palm, could speak across mountains several miles away. The women had never seen anything like it before, and they examined it from all angles, finding it quite remarkable.

"Young master, can this box really talk?"

Qingzhu didn't believe it.

Chen Mo picked up his phone and pressed the call button:

"Green Bamboo, Green Bamboo, please reply! Over!"

The device in Qingzhu's hand immediately made a sound, startling her so much that she almost dropped it, and the women burst into laughter.

After playing for a while, Chen Mo's expression turned serious.

"Listen up, everyone. Fire only when I give the order."

"yes!"

The three of them, including Qingzhu, took their positions, turned the cannons around, aligned them one by one according to the directions given by the drone, cranked the handles, pressed the muzzle down little by little, loaded the bullets, and waited for orders.

Each of the women guarded a cannon, and no one spoke. The cannonball boxes were opened, and the golden cannonballs were stacked beside them.

The mountaintop fell silent, with only the sound of the wind remaining.

As midnight approached, torches were lit in the enemy camp, which was more than ten miles away.

The agreement was to start at midnight, and people began to gather halfway through the second watch, no one willing to fall behind, or the soup would be gone.

The bonfires lit up half the night sky, and people and horses gathered in the open space from all directions.

"I've heard that those two true scriptures are so powerful that a single glance at them is equivalent to ten years of arduous cultivation."

"If we get our hands on it, our ancestors' graves will be emitting auspicious smoke."

"Once I've mastered this skill, I'm going to settle down in the capital with two courtyards and marry three wives."

Amidst the laughter, everyone was dreaming sweet dreams.

When they took a headcount, several people were missing.

Lao Yu ran away.

The master who had been desperately advising everyone to take things slowly had already slipped away, not even daring to pack his luggage.

"Coward!"

"A thing without eggs!"

"Once we get the real scriptures, we'll deal with him later!"

The other masters cursed and mocked, while the more than one hundred people below laughed in unison.

The two grandmasters sat at the head of the table. The tall, thin one closed his eyes to rest, while the short, stout one held a gourd of wine and sipped it slowly. Neither of them was in a hurry; it was the people below who were anxious.

Someone approached to ask if they should send scouts up the mountain to investigate, but the tall, thin man didn't even lift his eyelids. "Investigate what? Can't a mountain fly away?"

Some people, growing impatient, added firewood to the fire, sending sparks flying high into the air. Others, clutching knives, dozed off, chanting scriptures in their dreams.

Everyone in the crowd had the same burning fire in their eyes: once they obtained the Nine Yin Manual and the Nine Yang Manual, they would cultivate them to the Innate Realm and then ascend to immortality, where the sky would be high and the sea would be wide.

Just thinking about that scene makes one's whole body burn with rage.

On a mountaintop about ten miles away, Chen Mo stared at the drone's feed.

The people have all gathered.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and uttered two words.

"fire!"

Upon receiving the order, Qingzhu, Shangguan Hong, and Xu Wanqing were so excited that their hands trembled.

Qingzhu gritted his teeth and pulled the fire rope hard.

put!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three loud bangs rang out, and the ground on the mountaintop trembled.

The flames spewed from the cannon barrels were several meters long, and the shockwave swept out from the gun emplacement, making everyone's hair fly wildly. The smoke was choking. Three shells shot out of the cannon barrels and plunged into the night sky, their whistles piercing the air.

On the other side, in the enemy camp's open field, the tall, thin grandmaster had just raised his hand to silence the entire area, preparing to give a few words of reprimand to boost morale.

Just as everyone quieted down, they heard three muffled thuds in the distance, like thunder.

"Is it thundering?"

Someone looked up at the sky.

There wasn't even a cloud in the sky.

"Where did this thunder come from this season?"

Some people were muttering to themselves.

The two grandmasters exchanged a glance. Wait a minute, thunder doesn't travel close to the ground.

Before they could think any further, a whistle suddenly pierced the air overhead, coming straight down from afar.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three explosions rang out in succession, fireballs soared dozens of feet high, and shockwaves swept across the entire area.

A layer of earth was lifted up, and in the firelight, broken wood, shards of knife, and charred earth mixed with the shockwave were thrown dozens of feet away.

The protective auras of the two grandmasters did indeed hold up, and a flash of white light appeared.

The next instant, it was torn to shreds like paper in the explosion.

Tents, men, swords, spears, and torches were all torn to shreds by the shockwave, leaving no chance for them to even tumble.

More than a hundred people, along with eight grandmasters and two great grandmasters, were all blown to bits and turned into gas.

After the explosion, the area suddenly became eerily quiet; even the chirping of insects ceased, only the crackling of the fire could be heard, and the wind carried the smell of gunpowder far away.

The once bustling open space has now turned into a fire pit, with three large pits one after another, the soil inside all scorched and shiny black.

The women on the mountaintop covered their ears, dumbfounded.

Su Yueyan covered her mouth, and the eight beauties all turned pale. This was only the third gate; there were still nine gates waiting to be opened on the mountaintop.

Shangguan Hong held the walkie-talkie, her palms sweating profusely. After decades of martial arts training, this was the first time she had ever known what divine might meant.

Xu Wanqing stared at her cannon, smoke still rising from its muzzle, and remained silent for a long time.

The sea of ​​fire in the distance turned half the sky red.

Qingzhu stared blankly for a long time before finding her voice.

"This...this is what I called?"

The first time I fired a cannon, I was so shocked I almost jumped out of my skin.

"Young master, how about firing two more shots?"

Qingzhu snapped out of her daze, perked up again, and picked up the walkie-talkie.

Chen Mo replied

"Be frugal. Shells cost money; the price of one shell is enough for an average family to eat for three years."

Qingzhu stuck out her tongue and dared not mention it again.

All the women laughed.

Chen Mo put down the walkie-talkie, his expression calm.

Looking at this from above, it's not really a battle, just a roll call, like the Barrett incident that night. The only difference is that last night it was one point at a time, while tonight it's one point at a time.

The sound startled the entire Shennong sect, and the disciples poured out of their houses, crowding the corridors and mountain paths, peering towards the firelight.

"What's that noise?"

"thunder?"

Wang Fucheng and Zhao Shouan stood at the front of the crowd, looked at the flames and exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

So that's what you meant by "there's a plan" sir.

Some of the bolder disciples wanted to go down the mountain to take a look, but Wang Fucheng stopped them with a shout, forbidding anyone from moving, or they would be punished according to the sect rules.

Needless to say, in Stone Village, lights were lit up in every single household.

Some people, dressed in their clothes, knelt at the door and kowtowed towards the mountain, thinking that lightning had struck some place and that an old man was saying that the mountain god was angry.

The child was held firmly inside the house by his mother and not allowed to go out. A young man peeked out through the crack in the door, and the sky was frighteningly red.

Further along the official road and mountain path, the second and third groups of people who were traveling through the night and observing from the sidelines, also concerned about the Nine Yin and Nine Yang, saw the half of the sky burning red and heard the three loud thuds rolling over. They all reined in their horses, their faces turning pale with fright.

The next moment, they all turned around and ran away, even faster than when they came. Some didn't even leave their horses behind and ran off, while others ran for two miles before daring to look back. Half the sky was still red.

Two or three daring individuals tried to get closer to take a look, but they were turned back by the smell of burning after getting within two miles.

These people fled back and embellished the story, spreading it from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, and in just a few days, the news of those three claps of thunder outside Stone Village would spread throughout the land.

After that night, the term "Nine Yin" and "Nine Yang" took on a new meaning in the martial arts world.

That's a deadly thing; whoever touches it will die.

Who wouldn't be envious?

Even if you're envious, you still need to be alive to get it.