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"Don't be overly optimistic, everyone!" Old Zhang raised his hand slightly to stop the crowd. "Young master, this spear is indeed a divine weapon, but it can't deal with the experts of Dao Mountain. Taking down the He family might be possible, but taking down the Cangshan Sect is absolutely impossible. Moreover, the biggest obstacle right now is that they will retaliate!"

Zhou Wenju nodded slowly: "Third brother's words are correct! It is predicted that the other side will retaliate tonight, and the people who come are very likely to be a large number of Dao Mountain cultivators, or even Dao Heart cultivators!"

The excited expressions on everyone's faces instantly changed.

To prepare for the other party's retaliation.

The people who came today are from Qingyun Village.

Qingyun Village was nothing but a den of bandits.

The highest level of cultivation is Daoshan, and there is only one person with that.

This one person alone broke through the barrage of gunfire. If Zhou Wenju hadn't personally intervened, Hexi Valley would have suffered an unbearable blow.

This is only Qingyun Village.

The enemy has more than just Qingyun Village as their thug.

The most terrifying thugs are still from the Cangshan Sect.

Li Yuancang, the sect leader of Cangshan Sect, is the elder brother of Li Zhongze, the Vice Minister of War in the imperial court.

These two brothers, one pursuing literary cultivation and the other physical cultivation, each forged their own path.

Li Zhongze's literary talent reached the heart of literature, and he was appointed as the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, a proper high-ranking official of the third rank.

Li Yuancang cultivated his lineage directly to the Dao Flower Realm, and established his sect on Cangshan Mountain.

His elders were mostly of the Daoist heart, and his personal disciples were mostly from the Daoist mountains.

The entire Cangshan Sect has over a hundred experts above the Dao Mountain level, and more than a dozen super experts at the Dao Heart realm...

Not to mention that "Dao Flower," which is like something out of a celestial realm...

How could a sect with such a profound foundation possibly be countered by a mere secular weapon called a "gun" that suddenly appeared out of nowhere?

All it takes is a Daoist state of mind, and Young Master Zhou probably won't be able to withstand it.

Without Zhou Gongzi as a trump card, no matter how many mountains the opponent comes from, it will be a nightmare for Hexi Valley.

"No problem!" Xu Hai said, "We have three thousand guns and tens of thousands of bullets. Even if the King of Heaven himself comes, we'll let him taste the hail of bullets."

"I admire your boldness, Da Hai, but there are rules to warfare. You can't knowingly do the impossible!" Zhou Wenju said. "There's another truly powerful weapon, theoretically capable of taking the power of a gun to the next level!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room became excited.

Zhang Laosan said, "Young master, please speak!"

The eyes of over a hundred people present were all on him at the same time...

On the halfway point, the little white fox and the Immortal Healer looked at each other in bewilderment...

"Can the gun's power be increased another step?" the little white fox asked. "Miss, can you guess which step?"

The healer gently shook his head.

She couldn't guess.

She didn't understand the tools.

At least, my understanding isn't deep...

In the arena, Zhou Wenju smiled faintly: "All cultivators in the world regard the Dao of Heaven as the greatest source of their cultivation. What if bullets could carry the power of the Daoless?"

Everyone in the room grabbed their heads.

This statement hit a blind spot in their knowledge; a few seemed to grasp something, but most remained clueless.

On the mountainside, the eyes of a man and a fox suddenly lit up...

They understood!

Sure enough, through his demonic eye, Zhou Wenju gave the order: "Third brother, send a few men to the Daoless Valley at the foot of Halfway Peak to fetch several buckets of water from the Nether Spring. Then, soak some bullets in that water!"

"Yes!" Zhang Laosan roared.

He finally understood.

"Wow!" Xu Hai said.

"No! I'll go! Dahai, you were sick a while ago, you can't get sick again. This time, I'll be the one who gets sick!"

A debate ensued.

Next, they stopped arguing and started grabbing, rushing home to find buckets...

Water without the Way is not the same as Qi without the Way. People might get sick from Qi without the Way, but if they go to fetch this bucket of water without the Way, they will definitely get sick, and may even die!

However, none of these men backed down; they all rushed to go.

Zhou Wenju secretly admired him, thinking to himself, "This is what soldiers are like!"

Soldiers who sprouted amidst decades of suffering in the Hexi Valley!

Their military spirit needs no deliberate cultivation; the land beneath their feet and the lives of their loved ones are the best fertile ground for its growth.

On the halfway point, the little white fox let out a soft sigh: "No wonder I always hear people say that the Mohists are semi-worldly military strategists. Sure enough, they always manage to find the best way to fight."

The Immortal Physician gently shook his head: "You have never stayed in this Heavenly Dao, nor have you ever truly seen the disciples of the Mohist school. I have seen plenty, but none of the Mohist disciples I have seen are as amazing as him. What is truly astonishing is not the Mohist school, but him as a person!"

"You mean, he was also outstanding within the Mohist school?"

"Indeed, why was such a disciple of the Mohist school only awarded the title of 'Literary World'? Logically, he should have been awarded the title of 'Literary Heart'..."

at this time.

Old Qi has already set foot on the territory of Hexi Valley.

We turned the corner and passed the mountain bend.

A strong wind blew in his face, and a bullet shot straight toward his left leg.

The speed was unbelievable.

There was no sound, because the sound hadn't caught up yet.

Old Qi raised his right leg, and a clang of metal rang out.

The bullet struck his prosthetic limb precisely, leaving a deeply embedded iron bullet in the bronze prosthesis.

Old Qi stared at the bullet, and as he listened to the gunshot that was only now reaching his ears, a tidal wave of emotions surged within him.

really!

It's actually built!

That speed, that destructive power...

It was exactly as he had envisioned back then!

Second Young Master, I must admit, you are a genius in the art of crafting!

But do you know that you've committed a terrible crime?

"It's Officer Qi! Don't shoot..." someone shouted...

On the hillside, a row of guns, raised in unison, simultaneously lowered...

The young men ran all the way to Old Qi.

Old Qi's gaze fell on the guns they were carrying, his expression shifting rapidly. These were the "fire pokers" that the He family members had been so furious about...

"Officer, you've arrived!"

"Officer, you would never guess that the young master has created a divine artifact."

"We just wiped out the Qingyun bandits who had broken into the Hexi Valley..."

"The Second Young Master is truly valiant; he personally killed Li Yangtian, the chieftain of Qingyun Village..."

Old Qi groaned inwardly...

You guys really don't treat me like an outsider...

Before I could even ask, you spilled the beans – everything the He family reported was true…

"Where is the young master?" Old Qi took a deep breath and asked calmly.

"In the cave where we rested that day, sir, I'll take you there..."

It was already afternoon.

Zhou Wenju sat at the cave entrance, watching the clouds drift by outside.

The rain has not stopped.

Tonight will likely be another cold winter night.

What about tomorrow?

Will the sky truly be clear and blue?

We'll have to see how effective these specially made bullets are tonight...

Suddenly, he heard familiar footsteps.

blah blah blah...

Zhou Wenju looked up and saw that Lao Qi, who was still climbing the mountain, suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Old Qi, it's so good to see you here!" Zhou Wenju said with a big smile. "Aunt Hui, bring Old Qi a cup of hot tea to ward off the chill from his journey!"

Huigu quickly went into the cave and served tea.

After the tea was delivered to Lao Qi, Hui Gu went back into the cave.

The men who had brought Lao Qi over from the hillside bowed to Zhou Wenju and then turned to go down the mountain.

A breeze blows, a light drizzle falls, and in Lao Qi's hand, the steam from the teacup mingles with the drizzle.

He downed the tea in one gulp, then slowly raised his gaze: "Young master, the divine artifact you spoke of that day has truly been created."

Zhou Wenju laughed: "Have you experienced it firsthand?"

His gaze fell on Old Qi's right leg, where there was still a bullet hole.

"Yes, I've experienced it firsthand. No matter how much I didn't believe it back then, I probably have no choice but to believe it now!" Old Qi said, "The master was furious and ordered me not to delay for even a moment, to tie up the young master and return to the county office immediately."

"Damn it!" Zhou Wenju tilted his head back slightly. "What crime were they charging me with?"