"Who fired that shot?"
Cun Ling turned and asked. Sun Ci stepped forward in ecstatic delight, but Cun Ling merely nodded before withdrawing his gaze, leaving him standing there stiffly, not knowing what to do.
Dumb luck.
Cun Ling tossed the bullet in his hand and understood. After piercing the outer carapace, the shot had struck the core where the Mutated Creature was parasitizing. The core's material was limited, and a single bullet had shattered it.
It was a fully formed Mutated Creature, yet it had died such a humiliating death.
But this bullet...
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly asked, "Who made this?"
Sun Ci instinctively wanted to raise his hand, but then realized that he had forgotten who had given him this gun. When he looked back blankly, he saw Ji Jue leaning on his crutch.
With his head lowered, he reported, "I... I did."
Cun Ling pinched the bullet between his fingers, sensing the traces of its processing, and casually asked, "Where did you learn this Red Anvil Spiritual Substance excitation technique?"
"I... I..."
Ji Jue lowered his head, his eyes shifting as he suppressed his unease.
Cun Ling immediately understood. He only smiled, not caring in the least.
One look at the processing traces told him everything. It was far too crude. The application was fairly ingenious, but there were flaws in its structure. His fundamentals were solid enough, yet his theoretical knowledge was lacking?
There was only one possibility—he had learned it in secret.
But among Artisans and apprentices, secretly learning was all too common. For disciples who had not earned their teacher's favor, what other choice did they have besides rigidly memorizing every operation their teacher performed, then pondering over it day and night after returning home?
The person beside him flipped through