Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

"What else can we do if we can't bear it?"

Mu Qingxue is at the peak of the God King realm!

A young female cultivator nearby chimed in, her tone carrying a sense of entitlement.

"What about the peak of the God King realm?"

The Supreme Elder of Hundred Flowers Valley is a powerful Divine Lord!

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, otherwise would Hua Nongying have dared to speak so loudly just now?"

Her shout was heard throughout the entire camp. Would she dare to be so arrogant without some real confidence?

"Then why didn't you come?"

Who knows?

Perhaps Huanxi Temple also has its own trump cards; Hua Nongying is afraid she can't win, so she might as well just endure it.

"They can still tolerate this even after their young master is gone. This Hundred Flowers Valley is truly pathetic."

The group chattered for a while, and seeing that neither Huanxi Temple nor Baihua Valley made any further moves, they gradually dispersed.

Seeing that the conflict had suddenly subsided, everyone in the camp turned their attention back to themselves and began to adjust their state of mind.

Some people sat cross-legged in the tents practicing meditation, some sharpened their swords and checked their magical artifacts, and some gathered in twos and threes to discuss tomorrow's tactical coordination.

The air was thick with the tension of an impending storm, mixed with the smells of rust and leather.

In preparation for the main force's departure tomorrow to the battlefield of ferocious beasts.

At night, Lin Mo quietly left his tent and made his way to the nearest Cihang Sect tent.

The camp was very quiet. Female soldiers on patrol walked by in formation, their footsteps rustling on the gravel.

Lin Mo avoided the patrol routes and moved quickly along the shadows between the tents.

The Cihang Sect's camp area was located in the southeast corner of the main camp, with a dozen or so bluish-gray tents pitched there, each topped with an embroidered white lotus flower.

He lifted the curtain of the middle tent and slipped inside.

Master Cihang sat cross-legged on the futon, her hands forming a mudra, her eyes slightly closed, and her breathing long and even.

An oil lamp was lit inside the tent, its dim light falling on her and making her face appear exceptionally soft.

Her features were extremely delicate, with eyebrows like distant mountains, a straight and elegant nose, thin and red lips, and a rounded and soft chin.

Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, and it shimmered with a delicate glow under the light.

She wore a plain white monk's robe, with a few green bamboos embroidered on the hem. The wide sleeves hung down her sides, making her look gentle and dignified.

She opened her eyes, looked at Lin Mo, her gaze calm as still water:

"What brings you here so late at night, fellow Daoist?"

"When I saw the nun's stunning beauty yesterday, I was amazed."

I longed to sit down and talk with the nun, to discuss Buddhism and Taoism, until the sun rises in the east.

Lin Mo said, sticking out her belly.

Master Cihang swallowed hard, her cheeks burning from her ears down to her neck, and even her usually calm eyes were filled with turmoil.

She subconsciously lowered her head, her fingers twisting together on her knees.

"Fellow Daoist, is what you say true?"

"certainly."

As Lin Mo spoke, he came to Cihang's side.

World Number Five is so much better; every woman there is a fierce and powerful bodhisattva.

"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment! Be careful, the walls may have ears!"

As she spoke, Master Cihang formed a hand seal, and a pale white light spread out from her palms, enveloping the entire tent.

The light barrier isolated the inside and outside from sound and breath, making everything inside the tent imperceptible from the outside.

After setting up the barrier, she immediately lay down on the futon.

"Master! You're quite experienced."

Lin Mo was surprised that this Cihang nun was quite knowledgeable.

"Young fellow Daoist, please don't misunderstand. This humble nun has never had any experience with this before. I simply read some books with a critical eye to temper my Dao heart, and today I suddenly had a whim to test it out!"

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, her face grew redder and redder, and the last few words were almost inaudible.

"Young...fellow Daoist?"

Lin Mo's lips twitched.

Master Cihang's address of "little fellow Daoist" made him a little defensive.

He wouldn't care if he were mocked for anything else, but he couldn't tolerate this kind of thing.

I must prove myself.

Lin Mo directly used the power of the talisman to write two words for his brother: Critical Strike!

Pale golden runes appeared in his palm, their strokes sharp and carrying a murderous aura.

He wrote the words on his body. The two words penetrated his skin and transformed into a scorching power that surged towards his dantian and then from there to his limbs and bones.

The amplification effect of the talisman's power was immediate; he seemed to be ignited, and his aura surged.

"Relax, dizziness is normal!"

Just as Cihang was convulsing, Lin Mo seized the opportunity and activated his bewitching power.

The bewitching power surged from the depths of her consciousness, seeping into Cihang Shita's consciousness along the interface where the two were in contact.

Her mind was churning and boiling with intense emotions, her will to resist was shattered, and the power of seduction easily penetrated the depths of her consciousness, etching the mark of loyalty into her layer by layer.

"Success is indeed easy in this situation!"

Lin Mo thought to himself.

The saying "lust is a knife above one's head" is absolutely true.

Whether or not it involves a knife, the effect is indeed good.

In this state, a person's mental defenses are almost nonexistent, making the success rate of persuasion much higher than usual.

A moment later, Cihang's gaze changed from dazed to submissive.

She lay prone on the prayer mat, and after a while, she propped herself up, turned around, and knelt respectfully before Lin Mo:

"Owner!"

Master Cihang looked at Lin Mo respectfully.

Her face remained gentle and dignified, but her eyes were now filled with reverence.

"Did you come by yourself?"

"Yes, Master."

I was the only one from the Cihang faction to come this time.

The Supreme Elder is in seclusion, and my daughter has stayed behind to handle sect affairs.

"How many alien insects does your sect have?"

Three.

Me, my daughter, and the Supreme Elder.

My element is water, the Supreme Elder's is wood, and my daughter's is wind.

Three!

"A major sect indeed!"

Lin Mo was surprised by this.

Three alien insects, each with different abilities: water, wood, and wind.

If he could acquire them all, his skill set would expand significantly.

Unfortunately, only one person from the other side came.

"Master is too kind. The Cihang Sect is only a third-rate sect in the Women's Kingdom!"

Master Cihang shook her head, her tone tinged with self-deprecation.

"A second-rate sect has a God Emperor overseeing it, and it possesses at least five alien insects!"

"What about the top-tier sects?"

"First-rate sects have powerful Divine Venerables, and they also have at least ten or more Extraordinary Divine Insects."

For example, the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, where the Empress resides, is said to house three divine beings and no fewer than twenty otherworldly insects.

Lin Mo nodded.

According to Master Cihang, Huanxi Temple and Miaoshou Pavilion are considered sects that don't even require formal training.

There are only two alien insects, and the strongest of them is only a god-king.

After charging his device and asking a few more questions, Lin Mo saw that it was already getting light and left Cihang Master's tent to return to his own residence.

When he lifted the curtain and crawled into the tent, Mu Qingxue was sitting cross-legged on the felt, practicing her internal energy. Hearing the noise, she opened her eyes, glanced at him, her gaze lingered on him for a moment, and then looked away without saying anything.

Lin Mo lay down on the other side and closed his eyes to rest.

Before long, the sound of bugles rang out from the watchtower of the northern camp, one after another, deep and long, carrying for miles through the morning mist.

The entire camp seemed to have been switched on, with teams from various sects pouring out of their tents and heading north to the assembly point under the leadership of their respective leaders.

Some carried longswords, some carried staffs, some led their mounts, and some carried medicine pouches. The dark mass of people converged into a torrent along the passage between the tents, moving towards the northern horizon.

Lin Mo walked in the middle of the group with Mu Qingxue. Although he was wearing an inconspicuous plain-colored outfit, he still attracted frequent glances from the female soldiers around him.

Some people deliberately slowed down and walked alongside him for a while, some pretended to bump into him by accident and secretly pinched him, and Lin Mo even found that there were some water stains on his body at some point.

Even he, a being at the peak of the God-King realm, didn't notice who did it.