Qing State, at the foot of Yanyun Mountain.
Zhou Village.
The biting cold wind made people's robes rustle loudly.
Lin Chen opened his eyes again and heard a cacophony of noises.
The cries of women, the pleas of men, the clash of metal...
The ground was littered with dismembered limbs, seven or eight lifeless corpses lay in pools of blood.
More than a dozen Tribulation Cultivators wielding sharp blades and spears were robbing, killing, and burning, killing anyone they encountered.
"As expected... Time in the Cultivation World stops after I leave..."
Lin Chen let out a slight sigh of relief.
In this world, he had encountered a kind caravan traveling in the same direction and prepared to go to the Changchun Sect to seek immortality.
Last night, the caravan stopped at Zhou Village for the night, but before dawn, it was attacked by Tribulation Cultivators for murder and robbery.
The Tribulation Cultivators slaughtered the entire caravan and intended to silence all the villagers of Zhou Village.
Fortunately, Lin Chen was smart and hid amid the chaos.
Just as the seven-day cooldown period ended, he returned to Blue Star at the critical moment.
He placed the puppy he was holding on the ground, realizing that the dog didn't cross over to Blue Star with him.
He glanced at the countdown on his arm, 167 hours 58 minutes 57 seconds.
"Indeed, time has reset..."
Lin Chen confirmed his speculation about his ability but had no time to ponder further.
At this moment, he was hiding in a corner, carefully observing the number and positions of the Tribulation Cultivators.
"There are... eleven Tribulation Cultivators in total!"
"And my pistol has sixteen bullets... with a bit of accuracy, it's not difficult to kill them all."
In the Great Xia Country, where martial arts are revered, firearm shooting is also an important course, included in the national martial artist evaluation.
Lin Chen's shooting course always scored full marks.
He took a deep breath and aimed the gun barrel at several Tribulation Cultivators a few meters away.
"Bang!"
"Bang bang!"
Accompanied by the loud gunshots, the barrel spewed bullets flying at high speed.
Three bursts of blood splashed in the air, three Tribulation Cultivators' chests had fist-sized holes, their eyes widened as they fell to the ground.
"Three hits!"
Lin Chen was delighted internally, but the gun's recoil pushed him back half a step.
The 17-millimeter caliber New Energy Pistol, the latest product of the Martial Arts Technology Research Institute.
The initial velocity of the bullets can reach 800m/s, effectively killing enemies within a hundred meters.
The powerful force is even enough to penetrate ten-centimeter thick iron plates, accompanied by... immense recoil.
If one's physical condition is not at the level of a Ninth-Level Martial Disciple, it may be difficult to fire the second shot in a short time.
The loud gunshots drew the Tribulation Cultivators' attention; spotting their fallen companions, they exclaimed:
"Be careful, there are other cultivators hiding here!"
Lin Chen ignored the soreness in his arm; he knew he had the initial advantage, but if he didn't quickly annihilate the Tribulation Cultivators, once they fully reacted, he would be the one to die.
So—
"Bang bang bang!"
Lin Chen fired six shots, using the faint moonlight; bullets burst into five splashes of blood on the bodies.
Six bullets, five hits!
After all, this was the first time Lin Chen used a pistol to shoot a human; he still couldn't guarantee a hundred percent accuracy.
The poor nighttime visibility also affected Lin Chen's aim.
"Three Tribulation Cultivators remaining..." Lin Chen sighed slightly, stretching his arm numbed by continuous firing recoil once more.
At the same time, the remaining three Tribulation Cultivators locked onto Lin Chen's position through the gunshots.
"He's there!"
"Damn it, judging by his outfit, he doesn't look like a cultivator! How did he release that strange technique?"
The three Tribulation Cultivators held knives, doubting in their hearts.
Obviously, as cultivators, they had never seen such a technological product as a pistol.
Lin Chen didn't hesitate and fired two more shots!
Bang! Clang!
Two consecutive bullets, yet only one Tribulation Cultivator fell.
"Blocked it!"
Lin Chen was surprised; these Tribulation Cultivators had just entered the Qi Refining Stage not long ago, how could they block bullets enough to kill a Martial Master?
He looked closely, seeing a faint golden light curtain appear in front of one Tribulation Cultivator.
The curtain engraved with mysterious patterns seemed to be an illusory shield.
And then he saw the Tribulation Cultivator holding a broken Paper Talisman.
"It's a Talisman! No wonder they could block it..."
Lin Chen's face turned somewhat grim at this moment.
Because the remaining two Tribulation Cultivators were quickly charging towards him, turning into shadows mid-air.
This speed... almost rivaling martial artists!
Ten meters away, they would reach Lin Chen in almost a breath.
At the critical moment, Lin Chen instead calmed down.
The 17 millimeter New Energy Pistol allows the bullet shooting speed to reach 800m/s.
But this doesn't mean the enemy can't dodge.
In fact, these two Tribulation Cultivators' movement speed had already surpassed 20m/s; shooting at such a fast-moving target is very difficult!
"Must wait until they approach! The moment they swing the knife is the best chance to counterattack..."
Lin Chen quickly made a judgment, and sure enough, a Tribulation Cultivator wielding a large knife charged at him with a vicious expression.
The blood-stained blade glistened with silver moonlight, making it even more eerie.
Two steps away, the moment of swinging the knife — the gunshot rang out!
Bang!
At the instant the blade was about to descend, the Tribulation Cultivator's face showed shock, fear, and pain.
He looked down in disbelief; a fist-sized bloody hole appeared on his neck.
The high-speed bullet explosion almost blew up his entire neck, severing his body...
Unwillingly, he fell.
"Only one Tribulation Cultivator left! And I have four bullets remaining..."
Lin Chen sighed slightly; if the last Tribulation Cultivator's strength was similar to the previous ones.
He would definitely win this battle!
He aimed the gun at the last Tribulation Cultivator ten meters away.
Watching his companions fall one after another, the Tribulation Cultivator realized the power of the "Magical Treasure" in Lin Chen's hand and found the weakness of the pistol.