“Rumble!”
The massive Earthflame Wolf King fell from midair, its four limbs collapsing, the flames beneath its paws dissipating. On its forehead was a grape-sized hole, with fresh blood and brain matter immediately flowing out.
Low seventh-rank fierce beast—dead as a doornail!
Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang, who had drawn their swords to rush to Jun Changxiao’s aid, stood frozen in place like wooden chickens, shocked and astounded.
Su Xiaomo’s mouth also hung open.
What did they see?
They saw that the instant the Earthflame Wolf King pounced toward the Sect Leader, the silvery hidden weapon shot out a flash of light with a bang, piercing through that creature’s forehead at extreme speed.
How fast?
So fast that they couldn’t capture with the naked eye what exactly the projectile within that flash of light was!
“Don’t… don’t just stand there, come help me…” Jun Changxiao’s voice came through.
The three snapped back to their senses and all looked toward the distant grass, where they saw the Sect Leader lying inside, his arm raised high, the hidden weapon in his grip smoking, his entire body seemingly stiff.
How could he not be stiff?
Firing one shot produced such powerful recoil that it sent him flying four or five meters, and his gun-holding arm was shocked numb.
Was this actually a handgun or a rocket launcher!
Complaints aside, Jun Changxiao was still in pain but happy.
A single handgun could kill a fierce beast comparable to a seventh-rank Martial Disciple. Who needs to cultivate in the future—just carry a gun and roam the martial world!
“Be gentle!”
“Ow, my delicate little waist…”
Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo carefully helped Jun Changxiao up, but his arm still remained straight and stiff—it would clearly take some time to recover.
Lu Qianqian walked to the Earthflame Wolf King’s corpse, sliced open its chest, and a scorching crystal core rolled out. Whether judging by size or color, it was clearly much superior to the Earthflame Wolf’s.
“Sect Leader, do you want the crystal core?”
“Yes!”
……
Jun Changxiao was carried back to the sect maintaining his shooting posture. After resting for most of the day, his stiff muscles finally relaxed, and he said despairingly, “This recoil is too fierce!”
The system said, “Strictly speaking, the host’s physical body is too weak.”
Jun Changxiao said speechlessly, “This is just a handgun, but the bullets it fires are almost like artillery shells. Who could withstand such enormous recoil!”
The system explained, “The modified Desert Eagle, enhanced by crystal cores from a high-martial world, has already exceeded the scope of handguns from the host’s former world.”
The corners of Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched as he said, “If I refresh a modified rocket launcher, would its power be comparable to a nuclear bomb?”
“That… is hard to say,” the system said.
Jun Changxiao stopped paying attention to it and hurriedly opened the purchased items panel, discovering the modified Desert Eagle was grayed out with a purchase limit timer of two months.
“If there were no purchase limit and I bought one for each disciple, who would still use swords in a fight?”
……
“A hidden weapon killed the low seventh-rank Earthflame Wolf King in one shot?”
“Senior Brother Su, what hidden weapon did the Sect Leader use that was so powerful!”
On the training grounds, many disciples surrounded Su Xiaomo, eagerly asking about what had happened earlier.
“Ahem.”
Su Xiaomo placed one foot on a rock and made a shooting gesture, saying, “The hidden weapon the Sect Leader used is called a gun.”
“Gun?”
“Not the long weapon we use, but a hidden weapon only about… as big as a slingshot, and then with a bang it shot the Earthflame Wolf King dead.”
Although Su Xiaomo spoke vividly, remembering how he had earlier pressed one eye to the gun barrel, a chill ran up his back.
Heavens.
I actually leaned in close to it.
If something had accidentally happened, wouldn’t my head have exploded?
“The Sect Leader is too amazing!”
After the disciples understood the situation, their eyes shone with even stronger worship.
If the system had a worship value stat, their worship of the Sect Leader would probably have broken ten thousand by now.
Guiding everyone in Qingyang City.
Severing the Lingquan Sect elder’s arm on the Grudge Platform.
Single-handedly annihilating over two hundred bandits at Black Wind Stronghold.
Now using just a hidden weapon to blast a seventh-rank Martial Disciple-level Earthflame Wolf King.
Everything Jun Changxiao did could only be looked up to and worshipped by the disciples. More importantly, the Sect Leader hadn’t even entered the Martial Disciple realm yet!
……
The next day.
Jun Changxiao successively assigned missions to disciples who hadn’t done them yet, having them go to Qingyang Village to complete them, then began immersing himself in cultivation.
With the Desert Eagle in hand, although he was safe and worry-free, the recoil was too great. To perfectly control it, he had to quickly improve his cultivation level and physical strength.
“Ding!”
“Host consumed 20 contribution points to obtain Muscle Sculpting Chamber x1, already delivered to spatial ring.”
“Ding!”
“Sect Contribution Points: 54/100.”
Jun Changxiao came to the side room and took out what looked like an outdoor camping tent, placing it in front of the strength testing machine.
The Muscle Sculpting Chamber was a type of auxiliary item for tempering the physical body. Although it wouldn’t improve martial cultivation realm, it could enhance muscle strength.
Initially Jun Changxiao didn’t plan to purchase it—after all, twenty contribution points was a bit expensive—but unable to withstand the Desert Eagle’s recoil and realizing his physique was too weak, relying solely on the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic to build it up was really too slow.
“Hah!”
After exhaling, he opened the door of the Muscle Sculpting Chamber and crawled inside.
The interior space wasn’t large—just enough to accommodate one person. All four walls were soft padding, and lying inside was quite comfortable.
Jun Changxiao said, “Could it be tempering the body through massage? That seems somewhat interesting.”
Closing the door, activating it.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
The Muscle Sculpting Chamber immediately began shaking. Muffled punching sounds could faintly be heard, accompanied by “Ah!” “Ah!” screams.
Inside, Jun Changxiao was squeezed into the narrow space as the soft padding transformed into hammers, conducting comprehensive close-contact care—every blow landing on flesh.
Damn it!
This Muscle Sculpting Chamber is toxic!
Stop! Stop!
However, no matter how Jun Changxiao controlled his consciousness, the hammers that were supposed to come still came. Not only did they show no signs of stopping, they hit harder and harder.
The system said, “Once the Muscle Sculpting Chamber is activated, it will continue for two hours.”
“Your sister… quickly pull the plug…”
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
“Ah ah ah!”
……
One hour later.
The door of the Muscle Sculpting Chamber opened automatically, and Jun Changxiao slid out from inside, beaten until his face was black and blue, white foam coming from his mouth.
“Scam of a sculpting chamber, scam of a system…” Feeling the sore, swollen pain from his muscles all over, Sect Leader Jun lying on the ground looked like he’d lost all will to live.
The system said, “When Heaven is about to bestow great responsibilities upon someone, it must first make their heart suffer, make their muscles and bones toil.”
“Screw off…” Jun Changxiao said weakly.
Although the Muscle Sculpting Chamber was somewhat brutal, after he rested for one night, his back didn’t ache, his legs didn’t hurt, and his muscles were considerably more solid than yesterday.
Jun Changxiao said in surprise, “The results show this quickly?”
Coming before the strength testing machine, he punched it, and the displayed strength was nineteen hundred pounds.
Yesterday when he tested, his strength was eighteen hundred and fifty pounds. Two hours of tempering actually increased it by fifty pounds—this effect was quite significant.
Continue!
Opening the door of the sculpting chamber, Jun Changxiao crawled in again, then after being savagely beaten for two hours, he slid out like mud.
The second day.
After the pain dissipated, he was in high spirits, and his muscles were even more solid.
“Sect Leader.”
Just then, Xiao Zuiji came over with his head lowered and said, “I’ve already comprehended the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic.”
“This is a good thing, why the sad face?” Jun Changxiao said.
Xiao Zuiji said bitterly, “After a whole night of absorption, I haven’t gathered the slightest bit of spiritual power. It seems I’m destined to never cultivate again in this lifetime.”
Jun Changxiao had wanted to comfort him when suddenly inspiration struck. “Come, come, this seat will take you to cultivate.”
Saying this, he led him before the Muscle Sculpting Chamber.
“Get in.”
“Oh.”
Xiao Zuiji lay down inside and said foolishly, “Sect Leader, is this a bed?”
“Snap.”
Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers, and the Muscle Sculpting Chamber immediately began shaking, the display showing a time of—four hours.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
“Ah! Ah! Ah…”