Building a sect from scratch.

Chapter 488: Within seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast
Just as he saw the light emanating from the dark, round opening of the unknown magical artifact in Guantangbao's hand, King Jinding's expression suddenly changed.

Then, he created a gust of wind and fled quickly. Although his reaction was extremely fast, it was too late.

Guantangbao simply closed his eyes, picked up his thunderbolt rifle, and began to fire at full power in all directions.

Lightning and fire flashed continuously in the yellow wind, and the stench of blood had spread out at some unknown time.

The soup dumpling didn't know if he had hit it or not, but anyway, there were screams of agony all around, accompanied by screams of panic as people fled in terror.

After emptying two spirit stones in a row, the raging wind gradually dissipated.

With a pang of heartache, Guantangbao glanced at the few spirit stones she had painstakingly saved that she had left before she had the leisure to look around.

Indeed, quite a few demon cultivators died, but the demon cultivator who was suspected to be the BOSS had long since disappeared. Moreover, there were only about seven or eight demon cultivators lying on the ground, far fewer than the number that appeared when they were surrounded.

However, even seven or eight demon cultivators brought her a considerable amount of contribution points and prestige points, much faster than going through dungeons. But if you subtract the value of the spirit stones consumed... then she would probably have to pay out of pocket quite a bit.

"Phew, it seems that the BOSS has escaped. What should we say?"

Guantangbao squatted on the ground, leaning against his grenade rifle and panting heavily, asking in the squad's microphone.

Actually, the Thunder Bullet Rifle is not heavy because it is designed with a mechanism to reduce its weight. It weighs only about two pounds, which is much lighter than the ten pounds or more that are common on Earth.

Furthermore, when players use spiritual power, it is even easier to hold the weapon.

The key problem is that the soup dumpling is currently in a state of "spirit sealing," meaning it can't use its spiritual power at all!
This meant that she spent half a day, like an ordinary person, carrying a two-pound "iron" and firing it back and forth, which was indeed very physically demanding. As everyone knows, cultivating immortality only cleanses the physical body, maintaining a good physical condition for a long time, but it cannot turn an outdoor loser into Billy King, much less transform everyone into a Super Saiyan on the spot. Just like without Foundation Establishment, a Qi Refining cultivator will still catch a cold, and will still feel unwell after staying up all night.

Of course, these situations will become less and less influential as cultivators improve their cultivation level and realm, but they will not disappear completely.

So, Guantangbao rubbed his slightly sore arms and complained, "I never thought fighting in a game would be such a physically demanding task!"

Nietzsche pondered for a moment, then suggested, "Why don't we call for reinforcements from nearby and rescue these NPCs first!"

But the royal bamboo grass was a little conflicted: "Does that mean we won't get the reward?"

"Probably not, since we're all in the same group, and everyone just participated in the battle!"

As the night owl spoke, he pulled up the scrolling section of his system data, scrolled up, and sure enough, saw several consecutive increases in prestige and contribution points, as well as a dozen or so points in the limited-time battlefield.

"Anyway, I've already racked up some points, so even if I die, it'll have been worthwhile!"

Huangzhucao glanced at her own and exclaimed in surprise, "Hey! I got some too! I didn't expect to get points just by lying down!"

"Then let's just call for reinforcements from the nearest team. I think the closest one is Jieran's team. Let them come and take over. We'll wait for them to respawn!"

As Nietzsche spoke, he sent a private message to Ziran and also shouted in the team channel of the main group: "Ziran, take a look at the private message and come help our group!" After Ziran replied, he immediately led the team excitedly to the soup dumpling place - how could he not be excited? This was a free victory!
However, just as Jie Ran and the others arrived, the foot of Guan Tang Bao suddenly shook.

Immediately afterwards, a large golden cauldron burst forth from the ground, trapping the thunderbolt rifle she had just put down inside. It then flew forward until it landed in the hands of the Golden Cauldron King, who had returned at some unknown time.

King Jin Ding's expression was sinister as he pressed closer and closer to Guan Tang Bao. He then pulled aside a large metal mesh fence, which resembled a human fence in the distance, and sealed Guan Tang Bao inside.

"Hmph, I'd like to see what tricks you little demon have up your sleeve now!"

"Holy crap, help me!"

In a panic, Guantangbao yelled into the team's mic: "That BOSS is back! And he stole my Gatling gun that I spent a fortune on!"

The thought that the new Gatling gun he had worked so hard to earn and the prestige he had gained had been stolen by the BOSS filled Guantangbao with grief. He tried to hold back, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt he had been cheated, so he yelled at the BOSS, "You little brat! Give me back my Gatling gun!"

Hearing her friend's exasperated voice, Huang Zhucao said with a mixture of schadenfreude and comfort, "Relax! Villains die from talking too much. Look at this demon cultivator, he's just a wimp! He always rambles on and on. Just keep him calm and wait for Ziran and the others to arrive and support you!"

The soup dumpling became even sadder after hearing the words of comfort: "Waaaaah, that was the Gatling gun I saved up for so long to exchange for!"

Sensing something was wrong, Jieran hurriedly typed in the team chat: "Almost there, almost there!"

On the game's built-in map, five small blue dots are flying toward the location of the soup dumplings at top speed.

At the same time, King Jin Ding was excitedly taking out the Thunder Bullet Rifle from the small golden cauldron, examining it from all angles, and even pulling the trigger like he was making soup dumplings.

Suddenly, the last few lightning bolts were fired, hitting the soup dumpling squarely...

A crackling sound came from the metal mesh outside. The lightning bolts collided with the lightning spells on the mesh, producing intense sparks, but they did not penetrate the mesh. They only startled the soup dumplings.

After the lightning bolts were fired, King Jin Ding frowned.

No matter how he pulled the trigger, the Thunder Bullet Rifle did not react at all—he had not seen the step of stuffing spirit stones into the soup dumpling at all, and only saw that it was a "magic weapon" that could be used without spiritual power!
But why is this magic weapon no longer working in his hands?
Could it be that this treasure recognizes a master?

But if he had recognized the master, how could he have used it so easily just now?

King Jin Ding was completely baffled and couldn't help but ask, "You little demon, tell me honestly, where did you get this magic weapon from?"

The soup dumpling rolled its eyes and said, "Take these two iron nets and I'll tell you!"

King Jin Ding was taken aback: "Two iron nets? What else is there?"

"Of course it's that one over there!"

As Guantangbao spoke, he gestured with his chin toward the largest "iron net" in the distance, which surrounded a large number of humans.