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

Once the horns sounded outside the tent, they never stopped.

Inside the central command tent, the late emperor stopped before entering and uttered a single sentence to his personal guards:

"Issue the order: no one is allowed to approach within a hundred paces of this tent; anyone who disobeys will be executed."

The curtain fell, leaving only the grandfather, grandson, and granddaughter inside.

The late emperor took the wooden box from his bosom, his hands trembling slightly, and peeled it open layer by layer, revealing eighty-seven pages spread out on the table.

The three people sat down around the table, and no one spoke as they turned the pages one by one.

Just now, when they exchanged the items, the three of them had already figured out that it was mostly true.

Eight points is really not enough; the lesson learned last time was too painful.

Last time in Beijing, Zhang Deshuai also gave them a valuable lesson.

At the time, the three of them compared it with the "Nine Yin Manual" and found that the qi circulation route was almost identical, so they all thought it was real.

The late emperor was cautious and didn't dare to practice it himself, so he chose one of the princes to try it first.

The prince suffered a qi deviation that caused his internal energy to surge backward, resulting in a qi deviation that led to him lying in the palace.

Later, the three of them thoroughly examined the fake scripture and began to guess some clues, but out of caution, they still dared not practice it on their own.

The problem lies in the last two acupoints for regulating Qi, which are in the reverse order.

This time, the three of them compared the pages one by one, and found that the path of qi circulation matched the "Nine Yin Manual" perfectly.

The late emperor turned to the last three pages, pointing his finger at the two acupoints, reading each word carefully. After reading it three times, he raised his head, his voice becoming high-pitched:

"These two places are in the correct order."

The late emperor turned the pages one by one.

"It also aligns with the Yin meridian's pathway. Circulating Qi to Baihui, then turning it along the Ren meridian, and finally channeling it down to the Dantian—it's all correct."

The emperor stared at the stack of papers on the table, his eyes gleaming with an alarming intensity: "So, this time it's for real?"

"It's true."

The late emperor neatly arranged the stack of papers, holding them in both hands, his hands still trembling slightly.

"Over a hundred years... Finally, finally, we've got our hands on the Nine Yang Manual!"

The late emperor's way.

"We've been planning this for over a century. We've sent infiltrators, we've tried everything we could think of, but in the end, it's not as effective as a few dozen peasants from the village."

"Father, this time you must kill Zhang Deshuai! We must find him alive or dead!"

The reigning emperor gritted his teeth.

"The score in the capital, the tens of thousands of soldiers killed in the bombings these past two days, and the dignity of the imperial family—we must settle everything with him!"

"rest assured."

The late emperor rewrapped the eighty-seven pages of paper in yellow silk.

"No matter how powerful he is, he's just one person. We have an army of over a million. Even if it costs us lives, we'll wear him down on the mountain."

Outside the tent, the sounds of battle could be faintly heard, growing louder and louder with each passing moment.

The emperor listened intently for a while, then smiled and spoke.

"The cavalry should have reached the foot of the mountain by now."

"Even if 100,000 people guard a mountain, they can't hold it."

The old emperor said,

"Three days, at most three days, and there won't be a single living person left on this mountain."

The three exchanged a glance.

They have a million-strong army fighting the war outside, and the true scriptures have already been obtained by them. Now, all that is left is to cultivate them.

The old emperor spread the first page of the true scripture on his lap and sat down cross-legged.

The late emperor and the current emperor sat down, and the three of them began to cultivate inside the military tent.

On the mountain path outside the military tent, more than eighty villagers walked very slowly.

The elderly need assistance, children need to be carried, and a dozen stretchers are even slower, moving one step at a time and stopping every other step.

Shangguan Hong and Xu Wanqing protected the group from the front and back, constantly looking back.

The sound of horses' hooves behind them grew closer and closer.

The cavalrymen left the camp, one after another, like a flood pouring down the mountainside.

"You guys go first."

Chen Mo stopped and turned around.

"Young Master!"

"Walk!"

He stood alone at the intersection, watching the smoke and dust roll in.

The first rank of cavalry arrived, lances held level, their horses moving at top speed. Chen Mo didn't even lift an eyelid.

He practiced a semi-immortal-grade martial art, and his internal energy at the late stage of the Grandmaster level was much deeper than that of a half-step Innate Realm cultivator.

His protective aura was unleashed, and the spear pierced through him, shattering inch by inch just three feet away.

He raised his hand and thrust out a palm strike. The force of the palm strike sent the first dozen or so riders and their horses flying backward, crashing into the second row, where they and their horses tumbled over in droves.

He took two steps forward, tapped his fingers repeatedly, and the force of his fingers shot out, causing the leading cavalrymen to fall off their horses one after another, each with a bloody hole between their eyebrows.

He had mastered countless Heaven-rank and Earth-rank martial arts techniques in the system, each one reaching the pinnacle of skill. He could effortlessly execute palm, finger, and leg techniques with fluid grace.

In an instant, hundreds of riders fell at the intersection, and no one within a ten-meter radius could get close.

The military and the underworld are different.

When a group of martial arts practitioners die, the group collapses; an army, however, does not.

As the front ranks fell, the cavalry in the rear didn't even slow down, continuing to charge over the corpses of their own men. One group fell, and another followed.

Chen Mo fought and retreated simultaneously.

With each step he retreated, another person lay on the ground.

But he was all alone, and the cavalry came wave after wave, endlessly.

He retreated to the foot of the mountain, glanced back, and saw the last group of villagers just entering the village gate, with rows of disciples standing on the village wall, their swords and spears drawn.

Chen Mo pushed off with his feet and rose into the air.

The cavalrymen charging below looked up at the people in the sky, and their horses slowed down.

Chen Mo circulated his inner energy and spoke, his voice reaching the ears of everyone below the mountain.

"Do you want the Nine Yang Manual?"

Hundreds of thousands of people heard it.

The charging cavalry halted, the archers lowered their bows, and even the swords of the supervising officers froze in mid-air.

Who among martial arts practitioners hasn't heard of the Nine Yin and Nine Yang?

Who doesn't know that mastering even one of its techniques can lead to reaching the Innate Realm and ascending to the Upper Realm?

Ascension is the ultimate dream of every martial artist!

"It's that ultimate martial arts manual that your three masters were holding just now, a martial arts manual that can lead to ascension!"

Inside the central command tent, the tent flap was suddenly flung open.

The three members of the family rushed out, their faces pale.

They were startled awake by the sound just as they entered meditation, and a thought flashed through their minds at the same time.

Oh no, what kind of trouble is Zhang Deshuai up to now!

Chen Mo's voice rang out again.

"What they plotted for over a century, and finally obtained at the cost of eighty-seven lives, I'm giving away for free today!"

"I have countless complete copies of the Nine Yang Manual here, I'll give them all to you for free!"

"No!"

"Stop him!"

Three figures shot into the sky, heading straight for Chen Mo.

late.

Chen Mo waved his arm, and countless white papers scattered around him, fluttering down like a heavy snowfall.

He flew forward, scattering paper wherever he went.

Three half-step Xiantian cultivators chased after him, but they were no match for Chen Mo's speed and could only watch helplessly.

He had prepared these papers the night he returned to Earth.

He had prepared two plans. One was to enlarge the text to make it eighty-seven pages, in exchange for eighty-seven lives.

Another trick is to shrink the text, compressing the entire "Nine Yang Manual" onto a single sheet of paper and printing millions of copies.

He wanted to make the three old eunuchs, who had schemed for over a hundred years to obtain this, witness it firsthand, so that others could pick up a piece without doing anything, even lying on the ground.

It's just to mess with them and annoy them.

He is not afraid of the truth being overused.

There are thresholds to mastering extraordinary skills; not only do you need talent, but you also need to invest a massive amount of resources.

Otherwise, why hasn't anyone ascended to heaven in all these years?

The three old eunuchs were able to reach the threshold of ascension because all the resources of the Great Yuan Dynasty were concentrated on them. Even so, they sacrificed their manhood, becoming neither male nor female.

Not everyone can be as overpowered as Chen Mo.

By this time, people down the mountain had gone mad.

The soldiers dropped their weapons and pounced on the ground to grab the paper.

Two grandmasters exchanged blows in mid-air over a piece of paper, the force of their palm strikes causing the people below to stagger.

An old soldier managed to grab a card, but he couldn't read a single word. He grabbed the cook next to him and begged him to read it to him.

Some people even snatched the item, stuffed it into their arms, and rode off on horseback, laughing as they ran.

"Put down the paper, everyone!"

The reigning emperor roared in mid-air.

"Gather them all and burn them! Anyone who disobeys will be executed!"

Several soldiers started collecting them, but they were everywhere on the mountainside, and they couldn't collect them all.

The supervising officer swung his knife and cut down two soldiers who were trying to steal the paper. A third soldier turned around and cut down the supervising officer with a single blow.

From this moment on, this army was no longer an army.

With the ultimate skill of ascension, who would still serve in the army and risk their life for you?

The old emperor hung in mid-air, looking down at the fleeing crowd, unable to utter a single word.

His hand reached into his robes and touched the yellow silk bag.

What took over a century of planning to acquire has now become worthless, with everyone having a copy.

He wanted to find Chen Mo, but that figure had long since disappeared from the sky.

Chen Mo had already quietly landed back on the mountaintop.

At the mountaintop, twelve women were already standing in front of the gun emplacement.

He looked at the crowd scattering and fleeing down the mountain with a cold gaze.

"None of them will leave here alive."