The reason was simple.
Whether in striking speed, charge-up time before firing, or even the difficulty of controlling spiritual power, the Spirit Gun utterly blew the magical artifacts they had once possessed out of the water.
Where had Southern Province's cultivators ever seen anything like this?
From several hundred meters away, without needing meticulous control over spiritual power, it took only a few breaths.
Under such harsh conditions, even a late Golden Core cultivator would need intense concentration, a sneak attack, and a touch of luck to kill an early Golden Core Blood Demon.
But what about here?
Mutated cultivators at the early Golden Core stage simply fired a barrage, and the Blood Demon was riddled full of holes.
Never mind that Spirit Guns consumed a great deal of spirit stones—thirty spirit stones vanished in a single round.
Take out the Blood Demon's crystal, clean it up a little, and it could sell for several hundred spirit stones.
Thirty against several hundred, and there was no need to struggle forward into close combat and bear whatever risks might be lurking there.
Anyone with a functioning brain knew which deal to choose.
And don't say Spirit Guns were expensive!
If something good was expensive, that was not its problem—it was yours!
With such a good thing in front of you, would you still complain about the price?
Once they sorted out the logic, cultivators changed their way of thinking remarkably quickly.
Many immediately abandoned their former haughty attitudes and sidled up to the mutated infected cultivators they would not even have spared a glance for before, all smiles.
If they needed to call someone brother, they called him brother. If they needed to call someone grandpa, they called him grandpa. In short, they first lowered their stance, figured out exactly how