Good Weapon

After accepting the mission, Shen Wuxiao waited for the suturing to progress.

When it was almost finished, he would make his move!

Maximize the injury.

Seeing that the wound was about to be stitched up, with only one opening left, Shen Wuxiao immediately activated his ability.

His gaze fixed intently on the Shadowless Lamp above, as an exceedingly covert force began to spread.

Shen Wuxiao could even sense the filament inside the Shadowless Lamp starting to melt and snap.

"Bzzzz..."

A few faint sounds rang out.

Lin Fan's hearing was extraordinary, so naturally, he heard them too.

Following the source of those faint sounds, he finally looked up.

The next second, the Shadowless Lamp suddenly flickered.

"Pfft..."

With that flicker, it instantly exploded!

"Ah, holy crap!" Lin Fan shouted instinctively, immediately shielding his face.

He was fast enough and was not hurt.

But countless tiny fragments blasted apart and rained down almost entirely onto him, shattering into bits!

Like grains of sand!

Doctor Zhang also cried out and leaped away.

He had been traumatized.

"What's going on?!" Shen Wuxiao also pretended to be startled.

The explosion had only lasted an instant. Afterward, sparks of fiery electric arcs could be seen, but nothing else happened.

Doctor Zhang immediately called for the staff.

After a round of inspections and repairs, the final conclusion was that the current limiting resistor had burned out, and the overload had caused the filament to melt, snap, and explode.

But the odds of that happening were one in ten million. No one knew whether to call it lucky or unlucky!

Fortunately, there were no casualties!

In the end, the hospital could only replace it with a new one.

But the moment the lights came back on.

Lin Fan, Doctor Zhang, and Shen Wuxiao all stared in dumbfounded disbelief once more.

They saw that Lin Fan's nearly stitched-up wound was now filled with countless tiny fragments.

Some were even smaller than grains of sand.

"Doctor Zhang... what do you say?" Shen Wuxiao repeated the same question again.

Lin Fan did not want to speak. He did not want to say a single word.

Doctor Zhang was collapsing too. Could his medical career really be ending?

What had happened tonight was something some people would not encounter even if they lived ten lifetimes.

"Mr... Mr. Lin..."

Doctor Zhang was almost too embarrassed to speak.

But there was no helping it. What needed to be said still had to be said.

"Mr. Lin... th-this needs to be taken apart and cleaned again, then disinfected."

"Quite a few tiny fragments fell into the wound. If they aren't cleaned out thoroughly, it will definitely become inflamed, and it could also cause cell necrosis!"

Lin Fan cracked up.

It would have been fine if the explosion had happened after the stitching was done, but it had to happen when it was nearly complete, while one opening was still left.

Now it was great—everything had to be thoroughly cleaned and disinfected before it could be stitched again!

Lin Fan looked utterly dead inside.

He pointed at his leg. "Doctor Zhang, look at it. It's been poked into this state—can it still be stitched up properly?"

"It can, it can..."

Lin Fan gave up completely and lay back down. "Take the stitches out. Handle it however you want. I don't care anymore!"

Had someone put a curse on him or something?

Why were there so many unlucky things happening?!

He had been shot at in the dark, then came to the hospital for treatment only to be accidentally splashed with feces. The wound had been stained with filth, so the stitches had to be removed for cleaning and disinfection.

Then a bowl of scalding-hot porridge had been dumped onto the wound, making infection likely, so the stitches had to be removed again for cleaning, disinfection, and restitching.

All that was one thing, but then the damn Shadowless Lamp exploded, scattering glass fragments all over the wound. The stitches had to come out again, and it had to be stitched once more!

What the hell were they trying to do? He was practically about to become Stitch-Crazy Shao!

Shen Wuxiao did not say much and simply sat far away.

"Ding, congratulations, Host, for completing the mission. Points +8,000. Driving Lin Fan into total collapse, additional +8,000."

"Current accumulated points: 870,000. Spend freely to exchange for cultivation level, Martial Skills, divine abilities, special abilities, and more!"

Shen Wuxiao thought for a moment. "Cultivation level, then. If I use all my points to exchange for it, how far can I advance?"

"Host is currently a Sixth Rank, First Stage Master. 800,000 points can directly raise you to Seventh Rank, First Stage."

"Only one major realm? Then... raise it halfway. Sixth Rank, Fifth Stage. I'll use the rest to look at Martial Skills or weapons!"

"Understood, Host. Cultivation level exchanged. Advanced to Sixth Rank Fifth Stage Master. Cost: 400,000 points!"

"Remaining: 470,000!"

Shen Wuxiao looked through the items in the shop.

He had originally wanted to exchange for a weapon.

Although the Life-Snatching Judge's Brush was powerful and could catch enemies off guard, it was a little too short.

An inch longer, an inch stronger. If he had a pink-tier divine artifact that was a firearm, he could simply shoot and be done with it.

The best would be bullets infused with true force, so he could kill Martial Artists of the same rank with one shot.

"System, why is this pink-tier divine artifact so expensive? This revolver called the Duke of Destruction!"

"Six hundred thousand points? Make it cheaper, and I'll exchange for it!"

"Host, here is the matter: you are now a Sixth Rank, Fifth Stage Master. By numerical conversion, you are a level sixty-five Martial Artist!"

"So the weapon you equip naturally needs to match you. You cannot yet wield anything higher, while anything lower is unnecessary."

Shen Wuxiao felt rather helpless.

That really had been an impulse purchase just now.

He was a Sixth Rank, Fifth Stage Master, equivalent to level sixty-five.

And Lin Fan, that Protagonist, was Fifth Rank, Eighth Stage, equivalent to level fifty-eight. There was still some gap between them. That one-rank difference was a chasm that could not be crossed!

Even when he had been at Sixth Rank, First Stage, he had not feared Lin Fan. With a good weapon, he could have beaten him to death.

Even Lin Fan's ability to fight above his level would not help him!

"If I'd known, I should have looked first. Weapons are the soul of it all. It would've been fine even if my cultivation level lagged behind a little!"

"How about we discuss it? Sell it to me cheaper. I think that revolver's additional effect, Headshot Strike, is so cool!"

"Host can earn more points to exchange for it. You can seize the Protagonist's opportunities."

"In that case, your cultivation level may change because you took the Protagonist's opportunities. Once your cultivation level rises, perhaps you will not even care for these weapons anymore."

Shen Wuxiao did not force the matter. The System had a point.

If he wanted good equipment, he needed a full endgame set. Everything now was merely transitional gear.

Otherwise, if he kept advancing, would he have to keep changing into gear for each new cultivation level?

That would be too wasteful.

What he truly wanted was the Purgatory Gatling, which required ten million points to exchange for—and it even came with unlimited true-force bullets!

A true force that could sweep through armies!

What foreign races, what mutant beasts, what damn Protagonists—they were all trash!

Could the Martial Way Geniuses of all nations withstand a Gatling with unlimited bullets infused with true force?

Shen Wuxiao simply decided not to exchange for Martial Skills either.

He would wait first and save up some points.

The System shop had as many items as cells. He simply could not look through them all.

Shen Wuxiao also cut off communication with the System.

Although he had not exchanged for it, he was still better than some and worse than others.

That idiot Lin Fan was a Destiny Protagonist, yet the Crescent Moon Saber he used was only a purple rare weapon around level forty-five.

That was all it was!

While Shen Wuxiao was choosing equipment, Lin Fan's side finally finished stitching successfully.

That old fart Doctor Zhang breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Fan also thought to himself that it was finally over, and that he should go wash away the smell on his body.

Lin Fan was tough indeed.

After a whole night of torment, he acted as though nothing had happened.

Once the stitches were done, he got straight out of bed and walked.

He was heading back to the hotel!

Shen Wuxiao naturally accompanied him, though the two kept their distance the entire time.

Lin Fan stank horribly!

The two left the hospital. Lin Fan raised his head to the sky and let out a long breath.

"It's finally over!"

What he meant was naturally not that the stitching was over, but that his younger brother's vengeance had finally been exacted!

Before leaving that night, Lin Fan had put all his strength into that strike.

It might have looked like ordinary glass fragments, but Lin Fan had infused that strike with true force.

So the other party would definitely die. Of that, he was certain!