Film and Television: The Villain's Life Begins with Joy of Life

Outside the city, in a secluded woodland.

Zhou Cheng found a clean spot under a tree, sat cross-legged, opened the box, took out all the parts of the Barrett, and examined them carefully.

Guns are a man's romance.

Barrett is the epitome of romance.

In reality, he never had the chance to touch a real object in his entire life, but now, the cold touch from his palm made him feel extremely satisfied.

He examined each component thoroughly, pondering its structure and principles.

After studying it for a while, he began to try to assemble it.

Barrel, bolt, stock, scope...

Although his movements were clumsy, they were methodical. He tried once, twice, and soon he successfully assembled it.

He enveloped the gun with his inner energy, cocked it, carefully sensed its movement, and then pulled the trigger.

After confirming that the assembly was correct, he took out the five bullets from the system space.

The gleaming yellow cartridge cases shimmered warmly in the moonlight. He picked up one, pushed it into the magazine, then two, three...

"Click."

Magazine inserted.

Zhou Cheng raised his gun, squinted one eye, and peered into the distance through the scope.

True energy surged from within his body, like a fine net, covering the muzzle of the gun.

He took a deep breath and held it.

The finger slowly pressed down on the trigger.

"boom--!"

A thunderous roar erupted, and sparks shot from the gun muzzle, instantly illuminating the ground several meters around! A powerful recoil surged forth, but Zhou Cheng remained motionless!

With a fluttering sound, countless birds in the forest were startled into flight.

Zhou Cheng couldn't care less about any of that; he sighed helplessly.

Ten zhang away from him, a tree a foot thick was pierced directly by a bullet.

The Barrett armor-piercing round penetrated the tree trunk and continued its trajectory, eventually striking another large tree.

Its power is naturally stronger than that of a ninth-rank archer, but Zhou Cheng fired the gun not to test its power.

He intended to store the bullets fired by Barrett into his spatial storage, but the bullets were too fast, and even though he was prepared, he still couldn't react in time.

A normal person's reaction time is about 0.25 seconds. As a grandmaster, his reaction time is a hundred times that of an ordinary person, but even so, he still failed to react to the first shot.

A bullet traveling at nearly three times the speed of sound, at such close range, requires a reaction time of less than 0.001 seconds to catch.

Even as a grandmaster, he couldn't do that, so he could only make predictions.

Zhou Cheng tried again, and with another clap of thunder, the unfortunate tree snapped in two.

Zhou Cheng was speechless. He held his breath and even closed his eyes.

He gripped the barrel with one hand and pulled the trigger with the other.

As he pulled the trigger, he sensed that everything inside the gun was transformed into a frame-by-frame image.

The moment the trigger was fired, before it could even spring back, before even a sound could be transmitted, Zhou Cheng's thoughts and his true energy network moved in unison!

"boom--!"

The thunder continued to roar.

But this time,

No bullets were fired.

Feeling the bullet that had come to a standstill within the system space.

Zhou Cheng finally felt relieved.

Having learned from this success, he picked up his gun again.

"boom--!"

Another loud bang.

Another bullet disappeared in the flash.

"boom--!"

The gunshots rang out like thunder, echoing through the mountains and forests. Under the moonlight, Zhou Cheng's smiling face was visible.

Five bullets were fired, two failed, leaving three, all of which were stored in the system space.

Zhou Cheng leaned on his gun, ignoring the scorching heat of the barrel.

His consciousness landed in the system space.

The three warheads were barely noticeable inside.

But these three little things, each one of them, can kill a Grandmaster.

Invincible!

He's truly invincible!

At least in a one-on-one fight against a Grandmaster, he could take one down with a single, unexpected shot.

Even the strongest Grandmaster is still a mortal. Only an intelligent robot like Wu Zhu could withstand his bullets with his super-standard materials.

Of course, he wouldn't use those three bullets lightly.

This is our trump card.

He wasn't in a hurry about the task.

Just follow the trend and act according to the plan.

He's not in a hurry to return to reality; compared to the mundane existence of the real world, he now prefers the freedom he enjoys here.

As long as the task can be completed, every day spent here is pure profit.

……

After returning the box to Fan Xian, nearly a month passed peacefully.

During this period, Fan Xian's fame soared.

His poetry collection was printed, and for a time, paper became scarce in the capital, and the name "Poet Immortal" spread far and wide.

His poems were recited everywhere, in streets and alleys, in teahouses and taverns. Countless scholars and intellectuals considered it an honor to be acquainted with him.

The Xihu caravan that Li Yunrui helped Zhou Cheng organize also set off secretly, one openly and one covertly. Zhou Cheng only sent a few stewards from the royal palace to accompany them, without even showing his face.

After the negotiations were completed, Zhuang Mohan returned to the State of Qi with the delegation.

When Zhuang Mohan left, his face was ashen, and most of his energy had vanished; he looked like he was barely clinging to life.

He was so angered by Fan Xian in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests that he vomited blood, and his reputation of more than seventy years was ruined overnight. This trip to the Qing Kingdom became a lifelong disgrace for him.

Fortunately, the goal of exchanging Yan Bingyun for his younger brother Xiao En was half achieved.

After Zhuang Mohan returned to Northern Qi, news came back from Northern Qi.

After Zhuang Mohan returned to Northern Qi, news came back from Northern Qi.

Emperor Zhan Doudou of Northern Qi issued an edict acknowledging the negotiation results, agreeing that Qing Kingdom would not return the territory, but would only exchange Yan Bingyun for Xiao En.

The news caused an immediate uproar in the imperial court.

The civil and military officials argued fiercely over who would be sent as an envoy to the Northern Qi.

The Crown Prince has made his move, and so has the Second Prince.

The officials under the two men were practically bloodthirsty in their fight for the position of team leader.

Although the mission to Northern Qi was dangerous, if one could return alive, it would be a brilliant political resume, leading to future promotions and rapid advancement.

Officials from various departments submitted memorials one after another, desperately recommending their preferred candidates. The Censorate, the Hanlin Academy, the Court of State Ceremonies... one name after another was proposed, and one by one they were rejected.

Emperor Qing hesitated to make a decision.

During this time, while Yan Xiaoyi was on duty, Li Yunrui secretly left the palace at night to visit Prince Cheng's residence.

Meeting in a secluded place outside Guangxin Palace made her feel even more excited.

She wore a plain white cloak and, accompanied by her female attendant, quietly slipped in through the back door.

After a night of pleasure, she slumped into Zhou Cheng's arms.

"Cheng'er," her voice was languid and alluring, "recommend Fan Xian to be my envoy to Northern Qi."

Zhou Cheng looked down at her.

"I can help, but what you just did wasn't enough."

Li Yunrui raised her eyes, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

She smiled alluringly, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall, obscuring both of their faces.

That night, Li Yunrui used every trick in the book.

From the moon reaching its zenith to the dawn breaking in the east.

Li Yunrui stayed at Prince Cheng's residence all day, and didn't even go back to Guangxin Palace.

……

The following day, Zhou Cheng unusually attended court.

Inside the Daqing Hall, civil and military officials stood on both sides. The Crown Prince and the Second Prince each stood on one side, their gazes occasionally meeting, sparks flying.

Zhou Cheng stepped out of the queue and bowed to Emperor Qing on the throne.

"Father, I have something to report."

Emperor Qing raised an eyebrow slightly and nodded.

Zhou Cheng straightened up and said loudly:

"Your subject recommends Fan Xian to lead the mission to Northern Qi."

"Since the Northern Qi has sent Zhuang Mohan to Qing, then my Qing Kingdom should naturally send back literary masters to demonstrate the flourishing literary style of my Great Qing. This is not only for the sake of completing..."