I Pulled Out an AK47 in the Cultivation World - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

A pitch-black steel tube appeared before everyone, immediately sending the sect disciples into roars of laughter.

“What is that thing?”

“Has Senior Sister Ye gone mad after damaging her cultivation? She actually brought out a piece of scrap metal.”

“Where did she pick up that lump of iron? Does she really think she can use it as some kind of magical artifact or spiritual treasure?”

The Charismatic Little Junior Sister smugly tucked away the smile on her face and put on a troubled expression.

“Eldest Senior Sister, if you admit defeat today and hand over the lingzhi, I can still show mercy. Otherwise, if the sword in your Little Junior Sister’s hand injures you, that would be terrible.”

I wiped the blood trickling from the corner of my mouth and ran my hand over the cold body of the AK-47.

Then I roared inside my sea of consciousness:

“System, get out here and explain yourself!”

From inside my sea of consciousness came the sound of the System frantically flipping through pages.

Only after a long while did it say with a miserable face, “Host, we got sent to the wrong world. But we’re doing missions either way, so it doesn’t matter which world we’re in.”

Drawing a deep breath into my dantian, I bellowed, “How could it not matter? I was clearly holding an interstellar script!”

Before sending me to this world, the System had sworn up and down that we were headed to an interstellar plane next, and my mission was to survive in that plane until the grand finale.

In order to stay alive in a hail-of-bullets interstellar world, I had exchanged every single point I had earned from doing missions for common interstellar weapons.

Aircraft, particle guns, nutrient solutions, laser cannons-the whole set.

My enormous warehouse was packed to the brim with all kinds of weapons.

Even in the corners, several plump white atomic bombs, nuclear bombs, hydrogen bombs, and canisters of tear gas were crammed in.

After I had prepared this mountain of supplies and was ready for anything, that unreliable System had actually brought me to a cultivation world.

A place where people could cultivate with spiritual energy. What would I even need atomic bombs for?

All my points had gone completely to waste.

The System attempted to awaken my conscience.

“Weapons are weapons. No one ever said they can’t be used in a cultivation world. Besides, we’re holding a cannon fodder script. As long as you make it to the end of the plot, the mission counts as complete.”

I protested, “Why should I be cannon fodder? I might as well flatten the entire sect with a nuclear bomb. If I’m going to die, everyone dies together. No one gets to survive alone.”

“Host, your spiritual root is damaged, and your cultivation can no longer advance. Meanwhile, your junior sister has the pampered, universally adored heroine script. Naturally, she needs to step on you to become the unforgettable ideal in everyone’s hearts.”

What a joke. In my last world, I was still carrying a machine gun and slaughtering zombies while blood sprayed all over my face.

My heart was as hard as the crystal core in a zombie’s skull.

In this world, how could I possibly obediently become a stepping stone in some sweet romance novel?

I loosened my fingers around the AK-47, and my brow smoothed out.

The System was moved. “Host, you’ve figured it out, haven’t you? As long as you endure everyone slapping you in the face and mocking you, and serve as qualified cannon fodder until the grand finale, our mission will naturally be complete!”

“What kind of dream are you having?” I raised the AK-47 and fired three vicious shots in the Charismatic Little Junior Sister’s direction. “I can go on a killing spree and still make it to the grand finale just fine!”

“I want to see what’s stronger: this bunch of Foundation Establishment trash, or the twelve atomic bombs in my warehouse.”