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

The next morning, Xiao Liu squatted at the gate of the courtyard.

Chen Mo opened the door and stood up abruptly: "Young Master, my mother is settled. I'm back to help you with your work."

Chen Mo let him into the courtyard and took out three hundred taels of silver notes from his pocket and placed them on the table.

"Find the owner of the pharmacy and tell him that a big boss wants to buy medicinal herbs on a long-term basis, and ask him to handle it. The kickbacks will be ten times more than what he embezzles."

Xiao Liu's eyes widened as he reached for the silver note.

"Don't mention my name. You're the big boss's man. If the manager listens to you, you'll make money and get rich. If he doesn't, the accounts will be exposed to the Zhao family at any time."

Xiao Liu stuffed the silver note into his pocket and nodded vigorously.

Chen Mo did not go to the martial arts gym in the morning.

Chen Mo closed the courtyard gate, swallowed a bone-strengthening pill, and went into the courtyard to begin practicing the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

The first move, "Opening the Mountain," sends the wind from the fist whipping up fallen leaves from the ground.

The medicinal effects dissolved in his body, and the heat spread throughout his body with the force of his punches.

After completing the first run, the panel jumped up.

[Mountain Crushing Fist Proficiency +100]

Practicing boxing also consumes physical strength and energy.

While the effects of the medicine were still present, he continued to strike, a second time, a third time. By the fifth strike, the heat in his stomach had dissipated, his body began to feel heavy, and his punches and kicks were not as nimble as before.

He swallowed another bone-strengthening pill.

The pill went down, and the heat exploded again, like adding fuel to the stove.

He seized the opportunity to continue punching, the wind from his punches whistling through the air, sweat streaming down his neck.

[Mountain Crushing Fist Proficiency +100]

[Mountain Crushing Fist Proficiency +100]

After playing for the tenth time, a breakthrough prompt popped up on the panel.

【Mountain Crushing Fist (Minor Mastery: 3000/3000)】

Congratulations! Your Crushing Mountain Fist technique has broken through to the next level: Minor Success → Major Success!

[Collapse Mountain Fist (Dacheng: 0/10000)]

[Grade: Third-rate martial arts]

[Description: Basic martial arts techniques, consisting of three forms—Mountain Splitting, Rock Crack, and Mountain Collapse. The movements are powerful and the force is crisp.]

[Effect: Strength +90]

[Special Effect: Collapse - 5% chance to deal double damage]

He stopped, shook the sweat off his hands.

At the Great Completion Realm, the strength bonus increases from 56 jin to 90 jin.

The effect increases, but so does the consumption. I just practiced the punches ten times and took two bone-strengthening pills.

There aren't many pills to begin with, and if we keep practicing like this, we won't last more than a few days.

His punching power has now reached 835 jin, which is 15 jin away from the threshold of the eighth level of body refinement.

As long as you have enough pills, breaking through is not difficult.

We must open up channels for medicinal materials.

He took out another bone-strengthening pill, swallowed it, and continued practicing his punches.

The Great Completion Realm's Mountain-Crushing Fist is much smoother to perform than before, with more flexible waist and hip rotation and crisper twisting of fist force.

With each punch, you can feel your muscles and bones trembling and your blood surging.

[Mountain Crushing Fist Proficiency +100]

[Mountain Crushing Fist Proficiency +100]

On the fifteenth time, someone knocked on the courtyard gate.

Chen Mo opened the door, and a middle-aged man dressed in silk and wearing a jade thumb ring stood in the doorway, followed by two men in gray.

The two who were beaten down yesterday are standing straight today, not daring to raise their heads.

The middle-aged man cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, a smile plastered on his face, but his eyes held a condescending, scrutinizing gaze.

"Young Master Zhang? I am the steward of the Zhao family. My master sent me to deliver a message."

Chen Mo leaned against the door frame, not intending to let him in, and looked him up and down.

The butler felt uncomfortable under his gaze and coughed lightly.

"Young master said that yesterday's medicine worked well. I was wondering if you could prepare more?"

"Four hundred taels for one bottle."

The butler's smile froze: "It was three hundred taels yesterday."

Chen Mo leaned against the door frame, a half-smile on his face: "Yesterday's price was a trial price, just for Young Master Zhao to have a taste."

He held up a finger and wagged it: "Now that he's experienced the medicine's effects, he sent you to ask for it. Good medicine naturally commands a high price. Don't you understand this, steward?"

The butler's face stiffened.

Chen Mo continued, "The secret recipe of Mud Village, one small pill is equivalent to many pills elsewhere. Is it worth the price for Young Master Zhao's five wives? If you think it's expensive, you don't have to buy it. If Young Master Zhao thinks it's worth it, then you can pay up."

The butler's face darkened: "Young Master Zhang, the Zhao family is doing business with you out of respect. Don't be ungrateful."

Two men in gray also stepped forward.

Chen Mo didn't move, tilting his head to look at him, his smile unwavering: "Give me face? You're just a servant, coming to my door asking for medicine, and you can't even say a kind word, you just put on airs?"

The butler's expression changed: "Who are you calling a servant?"

"You're the steward of the Zhao household, what else would you be but a servant?"

Chen Mo leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "I'm doing business with your young master out of respect. Who do you think you are, standing at my door and bossing me around like that?"

The butler's face turned a deep purplish-red, and his lips trembled a few times.

"you--!"

"What do you mean, 'me'?"

Chen Mo interrupted him, pointing to the two people beside him.

"Your Zhao family sent people to follow me for a day and two nights, and now you've sent a steward to intimidate me. Do you still want me to sell medicine?"

He straightened up, as if to close the door.

"Go back and tell Young Master Zhao that I'm not selling this medicine anymore."

The butler panicked and reached out to block the door: "Young Master Zhang, Young Master Zhang! Let's talk this out..."

"Easy?"

Chen Mo stopped, tilted her head to look at him, and said, "Then speak properly. How should you ask someone for a favor?"

The butler's face turned pale and then red, while the two men in gray behind him kept their heads down, not daring to breathe.

He took a deep breath, clasped his hands, and bowed slightly.

"Young Master Zhang, I was rude just now. Please be magnanimous and sell the medicine to our young master."

Chen Mo stared at him for two seconds, then burst into laughter.

"That's more like it. When you're asking for a favor, you should have the right attitude and demeanor."

He stretched out his hand.

"Four hundred taels for one bottle, two bottles for eight hundred taels."

The steward took out eight silver notes from his pocket and handed them over with both hands.

Chen Mo took the silver note, flicked it in his hand, and put it into his pocket.

He turned around and went back into the house, then took out two small porcelain bottles and handed them over.

"Here you go. Use it the same way as yesterday."

The butler carefully tucked the porcelain vase into his robes, then pulled a card from his sleeve and presented it with both hands:

"Young Master Zhang said that he will be hosting a banquet at Zuixianlou the day after tomorrow and would like to invite you to join him."

Chen Mo took the invitation and casually put it in his pocket: "Go back and tell Young Master Zhao that I will arrive on time the day after tomorrow."

The butler cupped his hands in greeting, then turned and left.

Two men in gray followed closely behind, their steps hurried.

Chen Mo watched them disappear into the alley, took out the post, glanced at it, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Zhao Yong hosted a banquet?

They've tasted the sweetness of success.

But he didn't know what the consequences would be if he ate too much of this stuff... whatever, it's not like he's the one eating it.

He put away the invitation, closed the gate, and returned to the courtyard to continue practicing his boxing.

As darkness fell, Chen Mo lost count of how many times he had dialed the number.

Sweat soaked my back, then dried it in the wind, over and over again.

The bone-strengthening pills in the copper ring went from a dozen or so to just one left.

He stopped, clenched his fist, and brought up the control panel.

[Collapse Mountain Fist (Dacheng: 6000/10000)]

"Four thousand more, forty more repetitions."

He was breathing heavily, his throat was dry.

The Great Completion Realm's Mountain-Shattering Fist is much more powerful and consumes far more energy than the Lesser Completion Realm's.

Each time I played it, it felt like I was in a fight.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, swallowed the last Qi-boosting pill, and began practicing the Qi-nourishing technique.

The medicinal properties dissolved in the body, and the heat traveled along the meridians, repairing the muscles and bones that were sore from the impact of the punch.

Fifteen minutes later, I opened my eyes and found my muscles and bones were firmer and my blood and energy were more vigorous.

The threshold of the eighth level of body refinement is right in front of me; I can break through it in another day or two of practice.

He put the empty porcelain bottle into his copper ring, lay down, and closed his eyes.

I need to go see Xiao Liu tomorrow to see how things are going with the medicinal herbs.