"What do you mean!?"
The crowd exchanged bewildered looks, none of them understanding.
"That is..."
When Fang Chang saw Namo Bodhisattva, his mind suddenly exploded.
Although he hadn't transmigrated from Blue Star, the course of civilization's development was more or less the same. He was quite familiar with this kind of hot weapon that saved lives and healed the injured.
It also threw his thoughts into turmoil, and his Dao heart began to waver again.
By all rights, he should have been the only person in this world who understood hot weapons. He had been the one to propose the concept of cannons to the Great Xia Royal Family, which had inspired Qin Feng to invent the Artillery Cannon.
So why had Namo Bodhisattva appeared now!?
Whether Qin Feng was a fellow transmigrator or had come up with it by drawing conclusions from what he knew, neither possibility was something Fang Chang could accept.
The former would prove once again that he was a loser, useless on Red Star and useless in the Ancient Wasteland!
The latter would prove that he was a good-for-nothing. Even with the advantage of transmigrating, he still couldn't change his fate.
"Ding-dong. Congratulations, Host, for striking a high-level Son of Heaven and causing his Dao heart to waver. You have gained 3,000 Villain Points!"
"His Dao heart is wavering!?"
Qin Feng couldn't help feeling nervous. He was afraid Fang Chang might get riled up and fall again.
"Fang Chang, fuck you!"
Tang Chuan landed face-first, then got up cursing.
He'd kindly tried to help Fang Chang reclaim his lost manhood, but not only had Fang Chang put him in a chokehold and thrown him like a weapon, he'd nearly been sucked into the purple-gold alms bowl—and had even performed a high-difficulty face-first landing.
"Fuck, damn