First Arrival in the Capital

What Yi Xuan had brought out was a Gatling gun, highly sought after by fireworks merchants in his previous life and once a devastating weapon of modern warfare.

Yi Xuan had designed it with ten barrels. Now, under his control, the ten barrels, arranged in a circle, spun in place and tracked the man without pause.

Perhaps because Yi Xuan had attacked him twice before, the man was still shaken. He gave away no opening, moving so quickly that the Gatling gun under Yi Xuan's control could not lock onto him.

Seeing how slippery his opponent was, Yi Xuan said quietly to Fatty Lin beside him, "Agree to his terms!"

"What?" Fatty Lin could hardly believe it. He then lowered his voice as well. "You know what he really wants is everything to do with the air conditioner! If we give it to him, our profits will be cut in half at the very least!"

Yi Xuan understood that too. "But if you don't agree now, he might cut the two of us brothers in half instead. Then we won't have anything left!"

"No, he won't. What they want is the air conditioner. As long as I don't agree, they won't be willing to take our lives."

Hearing Fatty Lin's words, Yi Xuan finally understood what it meant to value money more than life. The inventor of the air conditioner was right beside him. Even if they handed it over, the two of them could still make money later with Yi Xuan's other inventions.

Unfortunately, Fatty Lin had probably been frightened by the Foundation Establishment Realm expert facing them and had not thought that far.

With no other choice, Yi Xuan spoke up himself. "Brother over there, the air conditioner is yours. Can we talk this over?"

"What?"

"What?"

The two cries came from Fatty Lin and the Foundation Establishment cultivator respectively. At the same time, the man opposite them slowed down, and Yi Xuan's Gatling gun locked onto him.

Yi Xuan decisively pulled the trigger.

The cultivator's hair stood on end. Though he had yet to be harmed, his cultivator's instincts told him he was facing an unknown danger.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator was, he could not be faster than Yi Xuan's improved cultivation-world Gatling gun.

Yi Xuan's improvements had greatly reduced the delay after pulling the trigger. Originally, the bullets would not fire until a second after the trigger was pulled, but the instant Yi Xuan pulled the trigger on his Gatling gun, its barrels spun at high speed and blue sparks erupted from the muzzle.

To Fatty Lin and Attendant Shen, it all happened in the blink of an eye. As blue flames burst from the Gatling gun, smoke enveloped the spot where the opposing cultivator stood, and the thunderous roar in the air made both men's eardrums ache.

Three seconds later, Yi Xuan took his finger off the trigger. It was another half a minute or so before the smoke over that area gradually dispersed.

By then, the man had vanished completely. Only the blood and chunks of flesh scattered across the ground proved he had ever been there.

"Gulp!"

Fatty Lin swallowed and slowly turned his head to look at Yi Xuan. "Y-Yi, little brother? Th-this really is, you..."

Yi Xuan knew Fatty Lin had been shocked speechless by the sight before him, so he reached out and patted him on the shoulder. "Well? Wasn't it prettier than fireworks?"

Fatty Lin nodded stiffly. "Is that thing for sale?"

"Uh!" Yi Xuan had not expected Fatty Lin to be thinking about making money at a time like this. He gave him a speechless look and said no more.

Seeing that Yi Xuan had wiped out the opposing expert, Attendant Shen, who stood nearby, seemed to remember something. He raised his weapon and shouted, "Brothers, Immortal Master Yi has taken down their expert! Don't let a single one of the remaining small fry escape!"

With that, he was about to lead the men forward, but unexpectedly, Yi Xuan reached out and stopped him.

Within the Azure Cloud Sect's territory, Yi Xuan's reputation as a Rootless Person was known not only to cultivators but also to many ordinary people.

Thus, when Attendant Shen learned that Yi Xuan would be traveling with Boss Lin this time, he had not counted Yi Xuan's fighting strength among the group's. That was why, upon discovering that the other side had a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator, his first reaction had been to escort the two away rather than ask Yi Xuan for help.

Deep down, Attendant Shen looked down on Yi Xuan somewhat, thinking him a good-for-nothing among cultivators.

Yet no one had expected that this good-for-nothing would wipe out a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator using nothing but the unknown treasure he had just brought out.

So when Yi Xuan stopped him, Attendant Shen immediately halted his advance and asked in puzzlement, "Immortal Master Yi, what are you...?"

Yi Xuan smiled. "There's no need to go to all that trouble!"

Yi Xuan stood behind the Gatling gun once more and pulled the trigger, sending a torrent of blue sparks pouring toward the group opposite them.

The men on the other side had been terrified when they saw their expert killed. Now, seeing Yi Xuan start up that strange thing again, they hurriedly turned and ran, wishing their parents had given them two more legs.

Unfortunately for them, the hundred or so men they had left were merely ordinary martial artists. Under the sweeping fire of Yi Xuan's cultivation-world Gatling gun, they fell in swathes. In just over ten seconds, not one of them was left standing.

Only then did Yi Xuan wave to Attendant Shen, signaling that they could go and clean up the battlefield.

Yi Xuan did not go over to join the bustle. Instead, he walked around the Gatling gun and began inspecting it.

Looking at the Gatling gun's red-hot barrels, he had not expected that even barrels made of Mysterious Iron would have trouble withstanding the high-speed firing of Spirit Stone bullets.

Yi Xuan figured that if he fired it for another few dozen seconds, this Gatling gun might well say bye-bye to him. It seemed that as the things he made grew more advanced, even Mysterious Iron, whose properties had originally far surpassed those of ordinary steel, was gradually failing to keep up.

At that moment, the seed of a search for new materials was planted in Yi Xuan's heart.

The battlefield was cleaned up very quickly. These men were all desperadoes, with pockets cleaner than their faces. Even on the Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator, they found nothing useful apart from a Cultivation Method that only reached the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Come to think of it, that made sense. What normal Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator would be hired to act as a bandit, and rob an ordinary person like Fatty Lin at that? Other cultivators would laugh him out of the room if word got out.

It seemed the man had been so poor he had no other choice, Yi Xuan guessed.

The group set off again afterward and encountered no further mishaps. In less than ten days, they arrived at the capital.

Standing beneath the capital's city gate, Yi Xuan was deeply moved. This was indeed a world of cultivation: even the cities of a mortal nation could not be compared with those of ancient times in his previous life.

"Well? Much grander than the little town at the foot of the Azure Cloud Sect's mountain, isn't it?" Seeing Yi Xuan's expression, Fatty Lin guessed what he was thinking.

Yi Xuan nodded. "I never imagined a mortal dynasty could build a city on such a scale. How much manpower and material must have gone into it!"

"Manpower and material? You're overthinking it. Without the help of immortal masters, an ordinary dynasty could never manage it. The great protective formation for a city like this alone is beyond what an ordinary dynasty can handle."

With that, Fatty Lin pulled Yi Xuan toward the city.