Subduing Thunderclap Hall

"Hehe, Little Luo was still the clever one. He knew my new firearm was almost finished."

Inside the stone cell sat an elderly man cross-legged. Heat radiated from his hands as he molded the essence of Deepsea Cold Iron like putty.

Clearly, his Divine Fire Technique had reached the pinnacle of mastery.

Seeing that the four of them did not answer, he continued on his own, "You're newly initiated disciples, right? I'm your old hall master! Your current hall master is my adopted son. Hehe, I was the one who gave him that position!"

"You're Lei Xiaotian? Weren't you missing?" Xue Jian immediately realized.

At the Tang Sect, she had not been some sheltered young miss who never left home and never lifted a finger. Her experience in the martial world was exceedingly broad, and she knew nine out of ten martial arts legends and anecdotes.

"Hehe, let me tell you something in secret," Lei Xiaotian said, craning his neck to look outside. "Don't go spreading it around. It was Little Luo's idea, so I could research firearms in peace. He said I'd gone missing, so the hall's mundane affairs wouldn't bother me. Little Luo handles everything for me!"

"Unfortunately, my poison caltrops aren't finished yet."

"But," he said, pulling out another weapon from the rack behind him, "this is called a Fire-Propelled Spear. The powder mixture inside is seven and a half parts saltpeter, one part sulfur, and one and a half parts yellow sulfur. This ratio has the greatest power. Look, it can be launched from this bamboo tube and reach a hundred paces. If it can be fired through an iron barrel in the future, even a three-year-old child could defeat an unparalleled master."

"We're about to leave. Do you want to come with us?" Long Kui