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

Life on the Tianxuan Continent was peaceful and fast-paced; forty-five days passed in the blink of an eye.

As dawn broke, the entire Shennong Sect mountain came alive with activity.

The drill ground to the east, the slopes to the west, and the valleys behind the mountains—any flat place in the mountains where a person could stand was densely packed with disciples.

One hundred thousand followers practiced their boxing in separate formations, one after another, a dark mass stretching as far as the eye could see.

Each punch sent a gust of wind flying, and the synchronized shouts echoed wave after wave through the valley, lingering for most of the day.

As the sun slowly climbed over the mountain, its rays spread down, falling on the heads and shoulders of the 100,000 disciples.

Fine beads of sweat dripped down everyone's chin and into the soil beneath their feet. No one raised a hand to wipe them away, and no one cared. In everyone's eyes and hearts, there was only the word "practice".

The deafening roars of martial arts practice on the mountain drifted down with the mountain wind, reaching the martial arts camp of hundreds of thousands of people.

Down the mountain, countless martial arts practitioners were eating breakfast, listening to the continuous roars overhead. They silently ate their rice, and the entire camp was quiet. No one dared to make a sound or laugh.

Only Stone Village presents a different, leisurely scene.

The villagers, carrying their rice, squatted in twos and threes in front of their houses, eating slowly while listening to the sounds coming from the mountain.

For more than a month, this has been happening every day. The villagers have long gotten used to it. If they don't hear this deafening training one morning, they feel a sense of emptiness.

"The commotion today is even more organized and louder than yesterday."

An old man at the village entrance spoke slowly.

The neighbor next door chimed in with a laugh and remark:

"Of course, these disciples on the mountain haven't slacked off for a single day; they've been training hard every single day."

The progress made by all members of the Shennong Sect during these forty-five days of arduous training was so exaggerated that no one in the entire martial arts world would believe it if it were mentioned.

The 100,000 outer disciples, even the worst ones have reached the Qi and Blood Realm, and those with slightly better aptitude have already stepped into the Qi Control Realm.

The number of inner disciples was even more outrageous; the lowest cultivation level was Qi Control Realm, and experts in the True Transformation Realm were everywhere and not rare at all.

Right Protector Zhao Shouan successfully broke through the shackles last month and entered the Grandmaster realm.

Since his breakthrough, he has a smile on his face all day long, practices boxing with more effort than anyone else, and his punches are heavy and powerful. His spirit and energy have completely changed.

Seven days ago, the Left Protector King Fucheng successfully broke through to the next level and firmly established himself as a Grandmaster in the early stage.

When the good news spread, the entire sect came to congratulate him, but he simply waved his hand and said that he was still far from perfect, and turned back to continue his arduous cultivation.

Wang Pangzi and Liu Jingting didn't fall behind either, breaking through to the Qi Control Realm one after the other.

They came here with Wang Fucheng and Zhao Shouan.

When Chen Mo asked them to join the sect, Wang Fucheng and the other two were decisive and quick to accept, but the other two hesitated.

It was just a moment's hesitation that made them both end up holding high positions as left and right protectors, while the other two could only stay behind to manage miscellaneous affairs at the sect.

More than forty days have passed, and the chores are still being taken care of, but the two of them have not fallen behind in their cultivation.

But when we get together for drinks late at night, a touch of regret and melancholy inevitably lingers in our hearts.

Fatty Wang took a big gulp of strong liquor, sighed, and said:

"If only we had been more decisive back then..."

Liu Jingting immediately put down his wine bowl to interrupt him:

"Stop worrying about these useless things. Has Young Master Zhang ever mistreated us in the slightest? He never lacks elixirs, we can learn cultivation techniques freely, and he wholeheartedly teaches us cultivation. What job in the world allows you to manage miscellaneous tasks and still reach the Qi Control Realm?"

Wang Pangzi thought about it again and realized that it made sense. He immediately chuckled, picked up his wine bowl and clinked it against the other man's. His inner conflict instantly dissipated.

The women around Chen Mo were all working even harder than the last in their cultivation.

The most diligent was Shangguan Hong, who practiced martial arts with his eyes open and comprehended the techniques with his eyes closed. He practiced diligently during the day and meditated at night, without rest.

In just forty-five days, he painstakingly worked his way up to the half-step innate realm, just one step away from the true innate realm.

Xu Wanqing steadily stepped into the Grandmaster realm, while Su Yue successfully broke through to the Grandmaster level.

The remaining women, some of whom were at the Qi Control level and others at the True Transformation level, and even the worst among them had touched the threshold of the True Transformation realm, all of them were making steady progress and none of them were slacking off.

During this period, Chen Mo would take time every ten days or so to travel back and forth between Tianxuan and Lanxing.

Each time he returned, he would empty the massive amount of pills and teaching equipment piled up in his storage space, make sure everything was in order, and then return to Earth that same day.

The massive amount of pills were stored away, and disciples from each camp and team lined up in an orderly fashion to receive them, one bottle containing twelve pills per person.

The disciples who received the pills cherished them, tucked them into their pockets, and immediately plunged into the training grounds to diligently cultivate.

Therefore, every time he returned, he saw that the Shennong Sect had been completely renewed.

Chen Mo was very satisfied.

The Shennong sect underwent a complete transformation in just 45 days, relying on nothing more than two sources of confidence.

First, the Blue Star's assembly line alchemy factory has a sufficient supply of pills, and there is never a shortage.

Secondly, his mastery of teaching skills, combined with a complete set of teaching equipment, ensured that all 100,000 disciples practiced under the same standards, turning them into cultivation geniuses that others could only dream of.

The ascetic practices on the mountain continued day after day, and the number of martial arts practitioners gathering at the foot of the mountain grew day by day.

The open space outside Stone Village had long been completely occupied by hundreds of thousands of martial arts practitioners.

Tents stood side by side, sheds crowded together, stretching densely for miles from the foot of the mountain.

Every night, bonfires light up one after another, the twinkling lights stretching to the horizon, creating a spectacular scene.

The wide official road was bustling with activity, with horse-drawn carriages and mule carts coming and going in an endless stream, carrying grain, wine, and weapons. The constant traffic of the wheels had made the smooth road surface uneven and full of potholes.

The quick-thinking vendors seized the opportunity early on, setting up permanent sheds and hanging up signs on the edge of the camp to start a long-term business, which was incredibly lively.

The small Stone Village was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of martial arts practitioners in the very center.

At first, the villagers were filled with fear and stayed indoors. Dozens of martial arts practitioners with knives and swords gathered together, which would make anyone feel scared.

But as time went on, everyone let go of their concerns.

Nowadays, the villagers go about their farming and drying their grains as usual. When they have nothing to do, they just squat on the wall or at their door, calmly watching the bustling crowds below the mountain. They've long since become accustomed to it.

With more people, the atmosphere of everyday life and business naturally flourishes.

Selling wine and meat, repairing weapons, or setting up a general store—anyone could set up a stall and start business.

The most popular activity in the entire camp was the opening betting session.

A large cloth curtain was hung high, with eye-catching words written on it: "Where will the Nine Yin Manual fall? Where will the Nine Yang Manual go?"

Below, the names of various sects were listed in dense rows, each with a clear odds. People crowded forward to place bets, and piles of silver kept being poured in. The bookmaker made so much money that his hands were sore, and his face was always full of smiles.

Despite the lively atmosphere, everyone harbored anxiety.

Over the past forty-five days, some people have been unable to resist their greed and have secretly tried to provoke her.

Some sneak up the mountain in the dead of night to launch a surprise attack, while others force their way in during the day, relying on their cultivation levels. Yet, the outcome is exactly the same from beginning to end.

Before the person even got half a step closer to the mountain gate, a faint, crisp sound rang out in mid-air, and the person's head instantly exploded, splattering red and white fluid all over the ground, killing them on the spot.

From beginning to end, no one could see what kind of move or hidden weapon it was, and no one knew how the person died.

Once or twice is a coincidence, but after seven or eight times, no one dared to rush ahead or test the waters without authorization.

All the top sects and forces have sent people to investigate the battlefield ruins from that night.

The three huge scorched earth craters remain intact. The soil inside and outside the craters has been hardened and blackened by the high temperature, and is as shiny as glaze. No marks can be left by swords or knives.

No intact corpse could be found in the pit; only scattered pieces of cloth and charred soil remained.

A daring person might jump into the pit, grab a handful of soil, only to find it so loose and crumbly that it crumbles into powder with the slightest touch.

Within a radius of several hundred paces around the crater, nothing grows; the landscape is utterly desolate.

The investigators returned and reported the facts. The leaders of each family listened in silence for a long time, their faces filled with apprehension.

They had never seen or heard of such terrifying methods before, and they couldn't fathom the details at all.

So everyone is waiting and enduring, waiting for more and more people to gather, waiting for others to take the lead.

Nobody wants to be the first to stick their neck out.

The two sacred scriptures are too tempting. Whoever gets their hands on them first will immediately become the public enemy of hundreds of thousands of people in the martial arts world and be besieged by everyone.

This simple truth is something even a three-year-old child can understand.

But time waits for no one.

Three days ago, a scout on horseback brought back an urgent report that the vanguard of the imperial army, numbering one million, was less than half a month away from Stone Village.

Upon hearing the news, all the forces at the foot of the mountain were thrown into a panic.

Everyone was well aware of the imperial court's sheer size and the abundance of its skilled personnel.

Once a million-strong regular army arrives and surrounds the mountain, none of the martial arts practitioners present will even have the chance to drink soup; they will have wasted their time and returned empty-handed.

Late that night, several top sects at the foot of the mountain took the lead in summoning all the leaders of various forces to a secret meeting in a secluded valley.

The entire secret meeting focused on only one thing.

Everyone joined forces to overcome the mountain.

The Iron Sword Sect Master broke the silence first:

"We can't wait any longer. If we delay for another half month, all of us will have worked for nothing and gained nothing."

Some immediately agreed, and then raised the key question:

"Attack the mountain is feasible, but there are only two copies of the true scriptures. After we capture them, how should we distribute them?"

The elderly man with white hair at the head of the group spoke in a deep voice:

"The ownership will be determined by a martial arts contest. After we break through the Shennong Sect and obtain the true scriptures, each sect will take to the stage to compete. Whoever has the strongest fist and the greatest strength will own the true scriptures. This is the fairest method."

While they claimed to be fair, everyone present had their own agenda.

In chaotic times, strength reigns supreme. Once the true scriptures are obtained, fate is sealed. Whoever gets the treasure will immediately turn on you and monopolize it, leaving no room for others to object.

The real intention of everyone is to seize the mountain first and then discuss the outcome.

Another person raised concerns and asked:

"Verbal agreements are meaningless; if someone goes back on their word afterward, who can hold them accountable?"

The old man spoke in a deep voice:

"Heaven and earth bear witness, all factions sign an oath on the spot, and anyone who dares to break their promise will be attacked by all the heroes of the world!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, and no one objected; the plan was passed unanimously.

The old man's gaze swept across the entire room as he solemnly reminded:

"You all witnessed the methods used to annihilate two grandmasters and seven experts that night. To charge head-on is the stupidest and worst strategy."

The Iron Sword Sect Master replied:

"Therefore, we must attack from all sides. The Shennong Sect only has one mountain. No matter how many people they have, they cannot withstand attacks from all four sides at the same time. If they try to defend one side, they will inevitably lose another."

"And it must be a quick victory."

The older man added,

"We must take it completely within seven days. Once the imperial army arrives, all our efforts will be in vain."

Someone whispered a key drawback:

Those who charge ahead first are bound to suffer heavy casualties.

A calculating glint flashed in the old man's eyes as he spoke calmly:

"Then let the hermits at the foot of the mountain lead the way. Offer them great rewards, and I'm sure they'll fight tooth and nail. The first person to reach the summit will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold, and the one who kills a Shennong Sect disciple will be given a copy of the cultivation technique. Whoever manages to seize the true scripture will be directly appointed as an elder of a major sect."

"What about us sect disciples?"

"We, the main force, will follow closely behind and reap the benefits."

The valley fell silent for a moment, then the next second, all the leaders exchanged smiles, their thoughts in perfect unison.

The date for the attack on the mountain was set. Three days later at noon, the entire army would surround the mountain from all sides and launch a full-scale attack.

Countless ordinary people at the bottom were kept in the dark, completely unaware that they were being pushed out to their deaths. All they could see were gold, secret manuals, and high positions, and they were all eager to try and rise to the top in one step.

Meanwhile, inside a luxury villa in Hangzhou, on Blue Star Island.

Chen Mo slowly opened his eyes.

He sat still, carefully experiencing the immense internal energy flowing within his body, his mind calm and his breath complete.

He reached the late stage of the Grandmaster realm and succeeded.

He is now only a thin veil away from the half-step into the Innate Realm, a veil that could be broken at any moment.

He silently calculated the time: 135 days on Blue Star corresponded to exactly 45 days on the Tianxuan Continent.

It took longer than expected, but the benefits were also enormous.

A Grandmaster in the late stage could definitely defeat ten of himself before his power was dispelled!

Chen Mo slowly stood up and spoke softly:

"It's time to go back."

Tianxuan, Shennong taught at the foot of the mountain.

The generous promises made by the major sects have been fully implemented.

Chests of silver and gold were carried out in public, and bundles of brand-new steel knives were distributed. Countless ordinary people from the lower classes lined up to receive them.

Those who received the reward beamed with joy, while those who didn't squeeze forward on tiptoe. Everyone was excited and ready to pounce, waiting for the appointed time to rush up the mountain and claim the credit.