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

Chen Mo pushed open the door to the side room; the sun on the Tianxuan Continent had just climbed onto the eaves.

A layer of dust settled in the courtyard, the stone table and benches were covered with a thin layer of dust, and the leaves of the jujube tree in the corner were curled at the edges.

A few muffled barks came from deep within the alley, as if something had covered their mouths.

Inside the room, military green wooden crates were stacked against the wall, with the barrel of a Barrett rifle protruding from the gap in the crate lid. Crates of armor-piercing rounds were stacked to the side, C4 was wrapped in oil paper, and night vision goggles and drones were placed on the top shelf.

The off-road motorcycle leaned against the corner of the wall, and the seeds, wrapped tightly in oil paper, were placed in the corner and kept dry.

Fortunately, nothing was missing; the bronze ring's storage space was simply too small to be of any use.

He stood in the side room for a while, then closed the door.

After finishing the Bone Strengthening Pill, the Mountain Crashing Fist was still at the Perfection stage, more than 20,000 proficiency points away from the Transcendent stage.

His punching power reached 985 jin, but he was still a little short of breaking through the ninth level of body refinement.

Without the aid of elixirs, the efficiency is too low and it's too time-consuming.

He closed the door and walked towards the pharmacy.

The door to the pharmacy was half-open, and the shopkeeper was dozing off at the counter.

Chen Mo pushed open the door and went in.

The sound of the door hinges turning made the shopkeeper groggily raise his head. When he saw the person's face, he jumped in fright and slid off the stool.

He scrambled to his feet, his knees hitting the edge of the counter, wincing in pain, but he didn't dare utter a sound. He bowed respectfully with his hands clasped together.

"Young Master Zhang, you've arrived..."

Chen Mo didn't reply and sat down in the chair.

My gaze slowly swept across the shopkeeper's face, a gentle smile playing on his lips, like that of a neighbor coming to visit.

"Shopkeeper, it's been so long! I've missed you terribly! Hey! You look great."

The shopkeeper dared not reply, his body remaining in a bowing posture.

"Shopkeeper, how is your wife? How are the children? Is everything alright at home?"

The shopkeeper's lips began to tremble.

He recalled his experience that night, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Thanks to Young Master Zhang, everything is... everything is fine..."

"That's good."

Chen Mo nodded casually.

"The most important thing is for the whole family to be safe and sound. Don't you think so?"

Sweat rolled down the shopkeeper's forehead, soaking the back of his clothes.

He understood every word Chen Mo said!

This monster who kills entire families at the drop of a hat!

Chen Mo glanced at the shopkeeper.

"Shopkeeper, why are you sweating? We're business partners. We've come here to buy some medicinal herbs, not to kill your whole family."

He spoke casually, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

He took out some silver from his pocket, placed it on the counter, and pushed it forward.

The shopkeeper was trembling all over.

Chen Mo casually patted his shoulder.

"Relax, I'm just here to buy medicinal herbs, to get thirty portions of bone-strengthening pills."

The shopkeeper stared at the pile of silver, his Adam's apple bobbing.

We must serve this devil well, or our whole family's lives will be in danger.

He forced himself to regain his composure, slowly reached out, and put the silver into the drawer. His fingers were still trembling slightly, and the silver made a few soft clinking sounds inside the drawer.

Then he turned around and walked unsteadily toward the back room. He tripped over the threshold and had to hold onto the door frame to steady himself.

A moment later, he brought out a large bag of medicinal herbs and placed it on the counter with both hands.

"Young Master Zhang, please take your order."

Chen Mo glanced at it, picked up the medicine bag, and stood up.

He walked to the door, paused, and turned to look at the shopkeeper.

"Shopkeeper, I'm a very honest businessman. You won't be shortchanged by a single penny. I won't treat you unfairly."

The shopkeeper quickly bowed and greeted them.

"Yes, yes... this old man thanks Young Master Zhang."

Chen Mo smiled and walked out of the pharmacy.

The shopkeeper stood behind the counter, watching his figure disappear into the alleyway. He felt as if all his strength had been drained, and slumped into a chair.

Chen Mo walked out of the alley carrying the medicine bag.

He didn't notice that a man squatting on the street corner, eating sunflower seeds, looked up at him, spat the shells on the ground, stood up, and swayed as he walked towards another street.

The inner courtyard of the Zhao residence.

Zhao Yong leaned back on the soft couch, his complexion even worse than a few days ago, with dark circles under his eyes, pale lips, and a listless demeanor.

The maid handed him a peeled grape, which he chewed twice before spitting it out.

The idler was led in by the butler, who whispered a few words in Zhao Yong's ear.

Zhao Yong sat up abruptly, nearly choking on a grape.

"You saw it clearly? It really is him?"

"Absolutely true. He came out of the pharmacy carrying a large bag and walked towards the courtyard where he lived."

Zhao Yong walked around the room twice and gave instructions to the steward.

"Go, send someone to the courtyard and invite Young Master Zhang to a banquet at Zuixianlou tonight. Remember, it's an invitation! Be respectful, don't put on airs!"

The butler acknowledged and withdrew.

Zhao Yong leaned back on the soft couch, a smile playing on his lips.

The maid handed him more grapes, which he ate with loud smacking sounds.

That evening, in a private room at Zuixianlou.

Zhao Yong arrived early, restless and uneasily, having drunk two pots of tea before all the dishes were served.

Hearing footsteps outside the door, he jumped up and went to greet them personally.

"Brother Zhang! Come, come, have a seat!"

Chen Mo sat down, and Zhao Yong personally poured him wine, not even letting him touch his chopsticks, but pushing the wine glass towards him first.

"I've been eagerly awaiting your return since we last parted. When I heard you were going out today, I quickly sent someone to invite you."

Chen Mo picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

"Young Master Zhao's hospitality is too kind of me to refuse. May I ask what brings this banquet today?"

Zhao Yong rubbed his hands together, his face beaming with smiles.

"What else could it be? That medicine... Brother Zhang, you said you were going back to Mud Village to get the medicine, and it's been so many days. I invited you here today to ask if you've gotten the medicine yet?"

Chen Mo put down his wine glass, looked at Zhao Yong, and did not answer immediately.

Zhao Yong felt uneasy under his gaze, and his smile froze on his face.

"Brother Zhang?"

Chen Mo sighed, leaned forward, and lowered his voice. "Young Master Zhao, I brought back the medicine, but it's not the same kind as last time."

Zhao Yong's eyes lit up, then dimmed again, and he asked cautiously:

"What do you mean?"

"This time, the old hunter gave me a bottle of new medicine."

Chen Mo took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, placed it on the table, and gently pressed it with his finger.

"He said this medicine is made from 300-year-old medicinal herbs, and its effects are much stronger than the last one. One pill is equivalent to five pills of the previous one."

Zhao Yong's eyes were glued to the porcelain bottle. He swallowed hard and reached out to grab it.

Chen Mo didn't loosen his grip.

"But he only gave me two bottles in total."

Chen Mo's tone was sincere, tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"Young Master Zhao, as you know, that old hunter has a strange temper. I begged and pleaded, I practically knelt down to him, before I finally managed to get these two bottles out. I kept one for myself, and this one..."

Zhao Yong panicked and grabbed Chen Mo's wrist.

"Brother Zhang! You absolutely have to give me this bottle! I'll pay any price! Name your price!"

Chen Mo looked at him and remained silent for a while, as if making a difficult decision.

Then he loosened his grip and pushed the porcelain bottle in front of Zhao Yong.

"Young Master Zhao, the old hunter said that this three-hundred-year-old elixir is very rare and depends on fate. But since we're brothers, I'll sell you this bottle at a loss."

Zhao Yong grabbed the porcelain bottle tightly, as if he had found a priceless treasure.

He glanced down at the bottle in his hand, his Adam's apple bobbed again, and he nodded vigorously.

"Good brother! Good brother! How much is this bottle?"

Chen Mo held up five fingers.

Zhao Yong was taken aback.

"Five thousand taels?"

Chen Mo nodded, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.

"Young Master Zhao, this is made from a three-hundred-year-old spiritual herb. There are only two bottles available, and they are priceless."

Zhao Yong gritted his teeth, took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket, counted out fifty notes, and slapped them on the table.

"Five thousand taels it is! Brother Zhang, you absolutely must save some for me in the next batch of medicine!"

Chen Mo put the silver notes away and patted Zhao Yong's hand.

"Don't worry, with our friendship, I'll think of you first if I get something good."

Zhao Yong smiled and examined the medicine bottle carefully.

"Tonight, when I get home, I'm going to reassert my authority as husband!"