Technology Weapons Against Cultivators: A Show of Force
Zhang Wei slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and a smile appeared on his lips.
It's been almost a month since we reached an agreement with the authorities. I wonder if there's been any progress on their end?
However, in such a short time, even with the power of the state apparatus, it is likely that they have only just mastered the "Five Elements Instruction" and are unlikely to achieve any substantial results.
"It's that time of the month again when the sect distributes Low-Grade Spirit Stone."
Chen Heng, will you try to steal my Spirit Stone again this time?
If you dare to lay a hand on me, I'll make sure you never forget it, and in the end, it's not certain who will take whom.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, revealing his murderous intent.
If it weren't for the sect's rules explicitly forbidding private fights from resulting in death, he would have wanted to kill the other party to eliminate any future trouble.
Although the Wuji Demon Sect Devil Dao Sect, it will not tolerate its disciples killing each other. If its members are allowed to fight amongst themselves, the sect's cohesion will be destroyed, and it will eventually fall apart.
Having spent three years as an outer disciple of the Wuji Demon Sect, he had long since seen through the true nature of the sect.
The difference between the demonic path and the righteous path mostly lies in the Cultivation Method; not all disciples are vicious and bloodthirsty.
Of course, there are also vicious people within the sect who never hesitate to kill.
He got up, pushed open the door, and walked towards the location where the sect distributed Spirit Stone.
He quickly received a Low-Grade Spirit Stone and then turned to return to his residence.
Halfway there, he suddenly stopped, seeing Chen Heng and two henchmen blocking his path. A murderous glint flashed in his eyes, and his tone turned icy:
"Chen Heng, what do you want to do?"
"Do what?"
Chen Heng burst into laughter, pointing at Zhang Wei, "Are you out of your mind?"
We're here to make you hand over the Spirit Stone, of course.
"If you know what's good for you, obediently hand over the Spirit Stone, or don't blame us for being impolite and giving you another beating."
Two henchmen chimed in with stern threats. "Hand over the Spirit Stone now, or you'll regret it!"
Zhang Wei's expression turned cold, showing no fear. He sneered, "These are Spirit Stone distributed by the sect. This is clearly robbery. Aren't you afraid of being held accountable by the sect?"
"Hahaha!"
Chen Heng scoffed, "You've been a disciple for three years, don't you understand the rules of the sect?"
The sect has always encouraged competition among its disciples. My cultivation surpasses yours, so it is only right that you hand over the Spirit Stone.
Zhang Wei was well aware of these rules, and his deliberate questioning earlier was merely to establish a moral high ground for his subsequent actions.
He glanced at the disciples watching around him; they were pointing and whispering, but his expression remained indifferent.
Within the outer sect, plundering resources is commonplace and not particularly unusual.
He sighed inwardly; the Devil Dao Sect were indeed different in their ways.
Although the sect explicitly forbids infighting among its members, it turns a blind eye to, and even implicitly condones, private competition for Cultivation Resources, using this method to weed out the weak and hone the strong.
He was originally an ordinary person from Earth, and he found it difficult to adapt when he first entered the sect, but he gradually got used to it over time.
He only regretted that his own cultivation level was insufficient; otherwise, even if he couldn't defeat his opponent, he would still bite them a few times, and no one else would dare to humiliate him like that.
Now, only Chen Heng dares to come knocking on his door repeatedly, and no one else dares to provoke him easily.
Zhang Wei looked at Chen Heng and the other two and sneered:
"Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish. If you know what's good for you, get out of the way, or don't blame me for being impolite."
Upon hearing this, Chen Heng laughed so hard he bent over, "You piece of trash, if you're so capable, then go ahead and be rude to us."
We're standing right here, what can you do to me? Trash is trash.
"Since you've chosen your own path to death, don't blame me."
Seeing the other party's arrogant and unguarded attitude, Zhang Wei no longer hesitated, quickly pulled out his pistol from his pocket, and pulled the trigger repeatedly, the bullets hitting the legs of the three men.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Six gunshots rang out in succession.
"Ah--!"
Three piercing screams rang out simultaneously.
Chen Heng and the other two had a new bloody hole in their legs, with blood gushing out. They collapsed to the ground, frantically pressing their hands against the wounds to try and stop the bleeding.
Their eyes were fixed on the pistol in Zhang Wei's hand, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their faces filled with fear, and their voices shaking:
"What kind of object is this that could hurt me?"
"You piece of trash, what kind of sorcery are you using?"
"It hurts so much! How dare you hurt us? You're asking for it!"
Looking at the three men's disheveled appearance, Zhang Wei's lips curled into a smile, secretly pleased with himself.
"No matter how skilled you are in kung fu, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife; no matter how powerful your cultivation is, one shot can take you down."
"Within seven paces, my gun is both fast and accurate."
His gaze was cold and sharp as he shouted in a deep voice, "Hand over all the Spirit Stone you have, or I'll shoot!"
After saying that, he raised his gun and gestured at the three men, indicating that he was about to fire.
Chen Heng and his two companions were terrified. Their legs were already injured, and if they were shot several more times, they would surely lose too much blood and their lives would be in danger.
As disciples of the Demonic Sect, they were adept at assessing the situation and dared not hesitate for a moment. They quickly took out their Spirit Stone and threw them at Zhang Wei.
We were talking too loudly just now!
This is all the Spirit Stone we have. Please, have mercy and let us go!
Zhang Wei put away the Spirit Stone and counted them; there were a total of fifteen Low-Grade Spirit Stone.
It's unbelievable that these three managed to amass so many Spirit Stone in such a short time; they are truly ruthless.
A murderous intent flashed through his mind; he truly wanted to kill all three with a single shot and eliminate any future trouble.
However, the sect had a strict rule against killing fellow disciples, so he ultimately dared not break the sect rules and risk getting himself into trouble.
He also knew that he had taken advantage of their carelessness to launch a surprise attack with a pistol, and that they would definitely be more wary of him in the future.
Once the three of them have mastered Law Technique or made further progress in their cultivation, it will be even more difficult for firearms to harm them.
The most important thing right now is to focus on cultivation. Only by having sufficient strength can one be fearless in the face of future retaliation.
He looked around and the disciples watching instinctively retreated, clearly intimidated by him.
I think I'll be able to cultivate peacefully for the foreseeable future.
Thinking of all this, he turned and left.
After Zhang Wei walked away, the disciples who had been watching all turned their gazes to the three fallen Chen Heng, their eyes filled with schadenfreude.
Many people had been bullied by these three men, and some had always disliked their arrogance and domineering attitude, so they began to whisper among themselves.
"Tsk tsk, Chen Heng and his two companions have really bitten off more than they can chew this time, and suffered a great loss."
"Serves them right. They've been running rampant in the outer sect for so long; they deserved this retribution long ago."
"What exactly is that thing in Zhang Wei's hand? I didn't detect any spiritual energy fluctuations, yet it was able to harm them."
"It looks like a mechanical device, but its power is truly astonishing; it can even injure a cultivator."
"Ah, if only I had that thing, then no one would dare to bully me anymore."
Zhang Wei paid no attention to the comments from others.
Upon returning to his residence, he immediately brought out a large wooden box, which was filled with Qi Refining Qi Refinement Realm Cultivation Method and theoretical texts that he had copied from the Sutra Repository.
He plans to send these manuals back to Earth for official research.
With this information, the authorities can better improve the Cultivation Method, and he can also obtain better Cultivation Method, increase his cultivation speed, and thus acquire more Cultivation Method Secret Manual and resources.
Now, a month later, the Gate of Transmigration can be reopened, and he can finally return to Earth.