A bullet tore through the target. Luo Yiwu fired several more shots in succession, instantly blasting it to pieces.
Another dozen or so "electric poles" appeared on the scene.
Song Qingyang had done well. After his improvements, this was hardly a firearm anymore-it was practically a semiautomatic rifle.
Of course, to be honest, its power still fell short of a semiautomatic rifle's. It had about thirty percent of its punch.
"Ah... ours really have become scrap iron." After a long while, Wang Haiting's face looked like lifeless stone.
"My lord, just give us four million taels. I've decided," Ximen Taigao said.
"All right, I'll give you four and a half million taels." Tang Wen finally nodded.
"Then you must equip us with these cannons and firearms," Wang Haiting stipulated.
"From now on, you're all members of the Tang family. Of course you'll be equipped. All the cannons on Sky-Stone Island need replacing. Sell the old ones. I won't take a single coin of the proceeds; divide them among yourselves," Tang Wen said.
"My lord, I hear you have a Cultivation Tower?" asked Zhang Qian, the Outer Hall's hall master.
"You're certainly well informed." Tang Wen smiled.
"I told them. The Cultivation Tower works so well, it's like taking Spirit Pills every day. Quite a few Tang servants have broken through a level in a month. Father, you don't know this yet, but I cultivated inside for just a few days, and I'm close to a breakthrough," Lan Yun'er said excitedly.
"Could this be an immortal art?" Ning Xiaotian asked.
"An immortal art? Hardly. I just laid out a lot of Spirit Stones." Tang Wen shook his head.
"The Cultivation Tower cost a fortune. Father, those Spirit Stones are terribly expensive. A single low-grade one costs a hundred taels of gold.