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

first day.

Eight windows were lit up on the computer screen.

New York crude oil, London gold, Hang Seng Index, S&P 500, offshore RMB, Bitcoin, Nikkei, FTSE A50.

The candlestick chart danced before Chen Mo's eyes, alternating between red and green.

All skills at the Transcendent Realm are activated.

The rhythm of the fluctuating numbers automatically translated into one word in his eyes—buy, or sell.

A long position of 32 lots in crude oil was closed three minutes later, resulting in a loss of $210 million.

A short position of 50 lots in the Hang Seng Index, in eleven minutes, increased by $185 million.

I have 20 long positions in the S&P 500, and I'll hold them past noon.

There was a sharp drop during the trading session, and the candlestick chart looked like a guillotine cleaving down. The unrealized profit jumped from green to red, and then jumped back to green within two seconds.

He withdrew half of his position a fraction of a second before the sharp drop and then bought back double at the bottom.

Clearance sale at 2 PM, +6.4 million USD.

Su Wan brought over some fruit.

Cut the mango, mangosteen, and rambutan into bite-sized pieces.

He forked a mango and brought it to his mouth. He opened his mouth to eat it, and with his left hand, he placed a long order for 20 lots of crude oil. Four minutes later, the amount increased by $150 million.

Su Wan wiped the sweat from his forehead with an ice towel, her fingers lingering on his temples for a second longer through the towel.

Lu Xingyao pressed her hand against his shoulder from behind, her thumb pressing on his Jianjing acupoint, and pressed her whole body against him, the rose perfume enveloping the back of his neck.

"Does it feel good?"

His lips were pressed against his ear.

"Put a little more force into it."

She increased the pressure, and Chen Mo felt the warmth and curve of her back.

Three short-term crude oil trades this afternoon: +95, +130, and +78 USD.

Total unrealized profit for the day: US$1488 million.

the next day.

At 2 PM, Chen Mo was monitoring the US stock market.

Lu Xingyao came out of the room and changed into a pair of flesh-colored stockings.

She didn't sit next to him, but walked directly to Chen Mo and put one leg up on his thigh.

"My hands are just sitting around doing nothing anyway."

Her calves were encased in stockings, which shimmered under the light.

When she put her legs up, Chen Mo's hand naturally landed on them.

It feels warm and smooth to the touch.

He didn't look up, his left hand slowly moving across the stockings, from his knee to his calf and then to his ankle, while his right hand continued typing on the keyboard.

The 15-lot short position in the S&P 500 hit the profit target, netting a profit of +225 million USD.

The Nasdaq long position of 8 lots was closed out for profit, totaling +98.

Lu Xingyao couldn't understand it; the screen was full of English text, and it was all green.

Su Wan carried the bird's nest soup out of the kitchen and paused at the door.

She saw Lu Xingyao's stockinged leg draped over Chen Mo's leg, and Chen Mo's hand resting on it.

My ears were burning.

She lowered her head and carried the bird's nest over to the coffee table.

Before he could straighten up, Chen Mo took his right hand off the keyboard, put his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

Su Wan slumped onto his right leg.

The hem of her cheongsam slid open, revealing a section of her thigh covered in flesh-colored stockings.

She froze for a moment, buried her face in his shoulder, and dared not look up. Her ears were as red as if they were about to bleed.

Chen Mo's left hand continued to slide on Lu Xingyao's calf, while his right hand wrapped around Su Wan's waist.

The body in his arms trembled slightly and breathed rapidly, but did not break free.

Lu Xingyao glanced at Su Wan's flushed nape, curled her lips into a smile, and pushed her leg forward again.

"continue."

Chen Mo was too busy typing with both hands, so he had to use one hand to make a short-term trade in crude oil, adding $112 million.

Su Wan nestled in his arms, slowly softening from her stiffness.

Chen Mo's fingers gently traced her waist, and her fingers, which were tightly gripping her clothes, gradually loosened.

Market closes.

Total unrealized profit for the day: US$1720 million.

Total: US$3208 million.

Day three.

As soon as Chen Mo opened the game, he pulled Su Wan onto his lap.

She wore a pale yellow cheongsam today, with a slit that was half an inch higher than yesterday.

She crossed her legs to the side, put her hands on his shoulders, buried her face in his neck, only her two bright red ears showing.

Lu Xingyao crossed her legs as usual, but this time she wore white stockings.

She pulled Chen Mo's left hand over and placed it on her lap before leaning back into the sofa with satisfaction.

"Today we must surpass yesterday's performance."

Chen Mo groped through the white silk with his left hand while typing on the keyboard with his right.

A long position of 30 lots in the S&P 500, held for two hours and forty minutes, totaling +960 million US dollars.

12 contracts of short Nasdaq, +185 million USD.

Su Wan's breathing gradually calmed down in his arms, and finally she leaned softly against his chest, like a cat that had found its nest.

Lu Xingyao switched legs once, and the white stockings gleamed under the light with a different sheen than yesterday.

She slipped her ankle into Chen Mo's palm and deliberately rubbed her toes against his hand.

Four short-term crude oil trades in the afternoon totaled +650 million USD.

At 3:20, Chen Moping closed the last order.

The numbers on the screen: Total profit of US$5003 million over three days.

Lu Xingyao leaned closer for a look, her eyes widening: "Fifty million?! US dollars?!"

Su Wan lifted her head from his embrace and saw the number as well.

Her face turned even redder than before, but she didn't get off his lap.

Chen Mo withdrew 40 million US dollars and transferred the money to President Li via mobile banking.

A short while later, Mr. Li replied: "Mr. Chen, received! Thank you for saving my life!"

Chen Mo replied with a single word: "Mm".

He then opened a transfer page and gave Su Wan and Lu Xingyao 200 million RMB each.

Lu Xingyao's phone rang first. She looked down, screamed, and pounced on Chen Mo, kissing him hard on the lips until she couldn't breathe.

Su Wan's phone rang a few seconds later. She looked down at the number 2,000,000.00 for a long time.

Then she raised her head and gently touched Chen Mo's cheek.

Her lips were very soft, like a butterfly resting on her skin.

"Thank you, Chen Mo."

The voice was so soft, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"This is your reward for three days of hard work. You'd better do your best tonight."

That evening.

Lu Xingyao wore a black spaghetti strap nightgown, and Su Wan wore a purple spaghetti strap nightgown. The two women walked barefoot into Chen Mo's room.

Moonlight streamed in.

The shimmering water of the Chao Phraya River reflected on the ceiling as the two walked to the bedside.

The system panel is silently flashing.

Dual cultivation proficiency +100

Dual cultivation proficiency +100

……

The proficiency in dual cultivation began to increase, sometimes slowly, sometimes rapidly, surging up continuously like a tide.

Outside the window, a night-going ship sounded its horn, the loud sound rolling across the water and reaching everyone's ears.

By the end of the third night, the dual cultivation had finally achieved a breakthrough.

Dual Cultivation (Mastery: 100/10000)

【效果：力量+60%、体质+60%、敏捷+60%、精神+60%、魅力+60%】

[Target Effects: Skin becomes fair and delicate, complexion becomes rosy, pores disappear, radiance is enhanced, and physical condition is significantly improved]

In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Lu Xingyao stood in front of the mirror, her fingers sliding from her forehead to her chin, the touch as smooth as jade warmed by her body heat.

The pores on my face are gone, the milia around my eyes are gone, and the acne scars on my forehead are so faint they're barely visible.

"My pores are really gone."

Su Wan was also looking in the mirror; her skin was fair with a rosy glow, like a flower petal that had drunk its fill of water.

When light hits your face, it's not reflected; it's absorbed by the skin and then shines through.

She touched her face, her eyes reddening.

Turning around, Chen Mo walked back to the bedroom and leaned against the headboard, smoking.

Su Wan leaned gently against his shoulder.

"Thank you."

The three words were spoken very softly.

Lu Xingyao ran out of the bathroom, her face covered in water droplets, looking smug.

"I told you you have evil magic! Just admit it!"

Chen Mo smiled.

"You figured it out, you're so clever."

Chen Mo closed his eyes and carefully sensed the power boost brought about by the completion of dual cultivation, which allowed him to break through to the ninth level of body refinement.

At this moment, every muscle and nerve in his body was brimming with power.

However, the weapons won't arrive for another four days, and I've earned almost all the money. Staying in the hotel all the time is getting a bit boring, so I should go out and explore.

Hangzhou

Wang Jun sat in the leather seat, twirling a Montblanc pen between his fingers.

The assistant pushed open the door.

"Mr. Wang, we've found Chen Mo's information."

"explain."

"Twenty-six years old, from Guizhou Province, parents are farmers, no background whatsoever, graduated from a second-tier university, always unremarkable, until recently after being dumped by his ex-girlfriend, he suddenly became very good at stock trading."

Tap the pen twice on the table.

"The two women with him are both recent additions to his group."

Wang Jun smiled.

"What's the use of being good at stock trading? In Thailand, a person dying is as common as a dog dying."

He opened his laptop and logged onto the dark web.

An assassination mission has been issued, targeting Chen Mo, at the Lotus Hotel in Bangkok, with a three-day time limit and a commission of US$50.

Thirty seconds later, Wang Jun closed his laptop and picked up his whiskey.

"You'll die in Thailand if you try to fight me."