Have You Ever Seen a Gatling Gun Spit Blue Fire?

When Yi Xuan arrived at the front, he saw Attendant Shen calling out to the other side.

"Heroes across the way! We're a merchant caravan under the Azure Cloud Sect's jurisdiction. Are you heroes after money or goods? Our master says that whatever you ask for, he'll be sure to meet your demands!"

Fatty Lin's martial artists had formed a battle array in front of Attendant Shen. Only one man had stepped forward from the other side, while the rest watched from a short distance away.

The man appeared to be fighting the martial artists' array, but everyone could see that he was simply taking a stroll.

He had stayed on the defensive the whole time without striking back. Otherwise, let alone the martial artists' array, even all of Fatty Lin's men put together would have been no match for him.

The man had blocked every attack from the martial artists' array with nothing but the protective True Essence around his body. His eyes lit up when he heard Attendant Shen. "Haha, I've long heard that Boss Lin is one of the wealthiest men in our Western Jiang Kingdom! My brothers and I are a little short of cash lately, so we came to see if Boss Lin could give us a little relief!"

Attendant Shen was about to respond when he realized that Yi Xuan and Fatty Lin had arrived beside him at some point.

Now that Fatty Lin was here, there was no need for Attendant Shen to speak.

Fatty Lin smiled. "Hahaha, you've certainly come to the right man. Who among those who know me, Fatty Lin, doesn't know I have a warm heart? Brother, how much do you need? Just say the word. Even if I don't have it now, I'll find someone to deliver it to you later!"

There was nothing wrong with what Fatty Lin said. Unfortunately, he was rather far from the man, and on top of that, Fatty Lin was a mortal of flesh and blood, unable to transmit his voice like an immortal cultivator.

The bandit leader in the distance could see Fatty Lin moving his mouth, but couldn't hear what he was saying.

Seeing the confusion on the man's face, Yi Xuan shook his head and took a trumpet-shaped object from the Storage Bag at his waist, then handed it to Fatty Lin.

Fatty Lin was puzzled when he saw what Yi Xuan had handed him. "Brother Yi, at a time like this? You still want me to sing you a tune? Once we're past this crisis, I'll sing to your heart's content!"

Yi Xuan was speechless at Fatty Lin's interpretation. He shoved the object into the fatty's hand. "Haven't you noticed he can't hear a word you're saying? Speak into the rear end of this thing, and he'll be able to hear you."

What Yi Xuan had given Fatty Lin was one of the little gadgets he made when he was bored—a megaphone.

Fatty Lin held the rear end of the megaphone to his mouth and repeated what he had just said. This time, the man across from him heard every word loud and clear.

Not only did the man hear him, but Attendant Shen, who was closest to Fatty Lin, jumped in fright the moment Fatty Lin spoke.

The bandit across from them burst out laughing. "I knew Boss Lin was a straightforward man. Since you've said that, Boss Lin, I won't stand on ceremony. I hear you have something called an air conditioner. I'm very fond of it, but I wonder if Boss Lin could bear to part with it?"

Fatty Lin's expression turned ugly. The thing he had least wanted to happen had happened; he hadn't expected them to be after the air conditioner. It seemed the profits from air conditioners over the past few months had made some people unable to sit still, and they had actually persuaded an immortal cultivator to act.

After Yi Xuan and Fatty Lin exchanged a glance, Fatty Lin continued speaking to the other side through the megaphone. "I thought it was going to be something important. Isn't it just an air conditioner? That's easy enough! But I left in a hurry today, and of these dozen or so carriages, only the one I'm riding in has an air conditioner installed."

"How about this, brother? I'll have someone take it out right now, and you can use it for the time being. Once I get back, I'll prepare a hundred air conditioners and send them over to you!"

Though that was what he said, Yi Xuan and Fatty Lin both knew that a hundred air conditioners weren't what the other side wanted. Otherwise, there would have been no need to bring out an immortal master.

Sure enough, the moment Fatty Lin finished speaking, the man fell silent and waved to the people behind him.

When the people watching the excitement behind him saw his gesture, they urged their horses forward.

At the same time, the man slashed his sword through the air toward the martial artists' formation. A huge flash of sword light swept past, and the martial artists in the formation all spat blood. The array was broken in an instant.

"You!..." Fatty Lin, still holding the megaphone, hadn't expected the man to attack without warning. He opened his mouth, but managed only that one word before he could say no more.

"Fatty! Want me to step in?"

Hearing Yi Xuan, the fatty looked at him in surprise. "You have a way? Right, the grenade! I heard that thing can even injure a Foundation Establishment Perfection Demon Beast. It shouldn't have any trouble dealing with a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator, right?"

Yi Xuan didn't know where Fatty Lin had heard about the grenade injuring a Foundation Establishment Perfection Demon Beast. He shook his head. "Forget it. That Demon Beast was only injured because it swallowed the grenade! Can you persuade that guy over there to swallow one?"

Fatty Lin shook his head helplessly. It seemed rumors couldn't be trusted. The version he had heard was that the grenade had injured the Demon Beast as soon as it was thrown at it. He hadn't expected such a huge gap between the rumor and the truth.

"What are we going to do, then?" Fatty Lin muttered anxiously. By now, the cultivator across from them was approaching Yi Xuan's position at speed with the others behind him.

At the same time, he transmitted his voice to Fatty Lin. "Boss Lin? Stop playing dumb. You know what I want! Since you refuse to appreciate my kindness, I can only offend you!"

With that, the man suddenly vanished from where he stood. His figure shot in a straight line toward Fatty Lin.

Both Fatty Lin and Attendant Shen were too frightened to move.

"Bang!"

After a sharp crack, the rapidly advancing bandit leader suddenly halted. Yi Xuan was pointing a pistol at him.

It was Yi Xuan's shot at the critical moment that had forced him to stop.

A bullet was embedded in the True Essence shield around the man's body, having penetrated halfway through it.

Yi Xuan put the pistol away and shook his head. From the looks of it, the pistol is only powerful enough to deal with a Foundation Establishment Early Stage cultivator at most. A Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator's True Essence shield is too thick; it can't penetrate it at all.

Before the man could move again, Yi Xuan took a rifle from his Storage Bag and pulled the trigger repeatedly at him.

More than a dozen bullets hit their mark, but didn't hurt the man in the slightest. The bullet that had penetrated the deepest was still a fist's width from his body.

The man also came to his senses and realized he couldn't let Yi Xuan attack him again. Although neither weapon had caused him any real harm, who knew whether Yi Xuan had other means?

He stopped holding back. With a flash, he appeared a little over ten meters from Yi Xuan and the others, moving nonstop around them.

"Boss Lin! You'd better tell me what I want to know while I still have patience. Otherwise, you might soon witness a sight you'll never forget for the rest of your life!"

"And you? Do you want to see a sight you'll never forget for the rest of your life?"

Yi Xuan took a huge object from his Storage Bag, planted it on the ground, and swung it back and forth as he searched for the man.

At last, Yi Xuan locked onto him through the sight. As he squeezed the trigger, he asked, "Have you ever seen a Gatling gun spit blue fire?"