Chapter 6: This Is a Magical Artifact!
The cultivation world was well aware of the unique trait of the Iron-Bone Bull: its bones contained an incredibly potent spiritual energy. Once inside the body and in contact with flesh and blood, this energy would erupt violently, destroying the surrounding flesh and meridians.
“Hold on! Get his magical artifact first!” one of them lowered his stance, eyes sharp and vigilant, fixed on Liang Chuan.
Though unsure of the exact situation, they knew that if Liang Chuan wasn’t subdued, things could spiral out of control.
“No! I can’t contain the spiritual energy rampaging inside him!” the leader clutched his bleeding chest, shaking his head.
Despite their best efforts to resist by channeling their own spiritual energy, something was amiss. The Iron-Bone Bull’s bones had shattered inside Liang Chuan, causing all its spiritual power to surge uncontrollably.
Another glanced over, grit his teeth, and said, “Then we all attack together! I refuse to believe this kid’s spiritual energy is limitless!”
They also noticed Liang Chuan fiddling with that magical treasure, indicating his spiritual energy was likely depleted.
This was the perfect moment to strike—capture him, and they could uncover the purpose of his artifact.
Fortune favors the bold. The three exchanged glances and charged from different directions toward Liang Chuan.
Their swords gleamed with white light, their figures flickering swiftly.
Seeing their attack, Liang Chuan was just loading the Iron-Bone Bull bullets into his magazine.
Click!
His right hand trembled sharply, using inertia to chamber a round.
But the man directly ahead had already closed the distance.
“Lotus Flash Blood Dragon Sword!”
The vertically descending sword flashed a streak of crimson, slashing down fiercely.
Liang Chuan naturally would not take such a ferocious blow head-on.
He leaned back, supporting his left hand on the ground in a one-handed handstand while pulling the trigger.
Bang!
A gunshot echoed as blood erupted from the man’s shoulder.
“How is this possible?!”
Wide-eyed, he barely had time to react before two more bullets struck his chest and forehead.
Using the momentum from supporting himself on his left hand, Liang Chuan rolled backward several meters, his gaze sweeping toward the two attackers flanking him.
“He still has true energy—dodge!”
The man on the left attempted to evade, but against the speed of bullets, his struggle was laughable.
If the distance were greater, Liang Chuan couldn’t guarantee every shot would hit.
But now, with less than ten meters between them and no cover in sight, Liang Chuan’s eyes turned icy as he raised his gun and fired rapidly.
“All of you, die!”
He could not afford to die here—he had to return to his daughter.
Bang!
With just one shot, the man was struck in the chest, his running momentum sending him rolling several meters away.
Suddenly, Liang Chuan’s heart skipped a beat. He whipped his head around—only one opponent remained, now less than five meters away!
How could this be?
He had expected the man to be at least ten meters distant, able to see the bloodshot eyes clearly.
At that moment, Liang Chuan’s instinct saved his life.
His neck snapped back just in time to narrowly avoid the thrusting blade, raising his gun and pulling the trigger.
The pure white Iron-Bone Bull bullet burst from the chamber, spinning fiercely toward the attacker.
“Pulse Blood Surge!”
Seeing the muzzle flash, the man’s spiritual energy surged wildly.
His skin flushed a deep crimson, pores spraying a red mist like a hazy shield.
The bullet hit the blood mist and exploded.
With the flash, the man’s expression changed drastically as he felt his vital blood rapidly depleting.
His step faltered instinctively.
That brief hesitation gave Liang Chuan the chance to swiftly retreat.
Liang Chuan frowned slightly, noting the blood mist that had appeared on the man.
Unintentionally, he had weakened the Iron-Bone Bull bullet’s power.
The spiritual energy in the Iron-Bone Bull’s bones was released upon contact with flesh and blood, but this man’s cultivation technique used blood to fuel his power, which inadvertently diminished the bullet’s effect.
Noticing Liang Chuan’s thoughtful expression, the man’s lips curled into a sharp smile.
“Hahaha! Come on! Are you out of spiritual energy now?”
His piercing laughter echoed through the clearing, his expression growing more ferocious.
He had thought himself doomed moments ago, but he had survived!
There was only one explanation: Liang Chuan’s use of the artifact had reached its limit.
“What?” Liang Chuan looked at him as if he were foolish and raised his pistol without hesitation.
Though he had blocked the attack, it didn’t mean the man could withstand everything.
Bang! Bang!
He unhesitatingly fired the last two bullets.
The blood-red barrier flickered like ripples from a stone dropped into a lake, then shattered, scattering in all directions.
The man clutching his sword staggered forward a few steps before collapsing heavily to the ground.
“How is this possible... You’re only at mid Foundation Establishment, so how can you use the artifact without restriction...?”
Even as he died, he couldn’t comprehend how such a terrifying artifact existed in this world.
Victory?!
Liu Ruyan stared at the last fallen late Foundation Establishment cultivator, still in disbelief.
They actually won just like that?!
“Long live Third Senior Brother!”
“Third Senior Brother’s strength is incredible!”
“The sect is saved!”
The disciples of the White Sword Sect couldn’t help but cheer aloud.
Though some remnants of the Blood Moon Sect remained, they were all at the Qi Refining stage.
If a fight broke out, it would be roughly equal, but they still had Third Senior Brother and Fourth Senior Sister on their side.
The traitorous disciples were dumbfounded.
A mid Foundation Establishment cultivator had defeated seven cultivators at mid Foundation Establishment or above?!
Such a thing was unheard of!
Watching the Blood Moon Sect disciples who had abandoned them, they were filled with terror.
Liang Chuan slowly turned around and looked at the traitorous disciples.
His cold gaze sent chills down their spines, making their hair stand on end.
“What are you all standing there for? Seize them! Lock them in the dungeon!”
With Liang Chuan’s command, the White Sword Sect disciples snapped back to reality and quickly bound the traitors.
With defeat certain, the traitors did not resist but lowered their weapons in despair.
As Liang Chuan focused on clearing the battlefield, a fragrant breeze brushed by his side.
“Third Senior Brother, how are you so strong?!” Liu Ruyan couldn’t fathom how Liang Chuan had done it.
Liang Chuan looked at her face close by, glanced at the pistol in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised his gun.
“With this artifact, anyone can do it.”