I Pulled Out an AK47 in the Cultivation World - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The pressure vanished in an instant. I patted the dust off my knees and slowly rose to my feet.

Then I withdrew the Laser Particle Barrier that no one else had noticed.

It was the most commonly used protective shield in the interstellar planes, and its function was equivalent to the Golden Bell Shield of the cultivation world.

But if one wanted to cultivate the Golden Bell Shield to the point of being impervious to blades and spears, it would take at least a hundred years.

As for Laser Particle Barriers? I had eighty spares in my warehouse, and each one had an extremely long lifespan!

Ming Yuan was badly injured. More importantly, he hadn’t seen how I’d made my move at all.

He clutched his chest like a dead dog, panting violently.

“Ye Qingqing, what hidden weapon did you use?”

I spread my hands.

“Eldest Senior Brother, it’s obviously because your cultivation isn’t good enough. Why are you blaming me for using a hidden weapon? Spend more time improving your cultivation when you can, you useless scrawny mutt.”

The moment I finished speaking, the surroundings fell deathly silent.

Ming Yuan had entered the Golden Core stage at barely thirty years old, becoming the heaven-blessed prodigy praised by everyone in the sect.

And I, a Foundation Establishment trash with damaged spiritual roots, had defeated him with ease today.

Standing on the arena, I looked down at Ming Yuan’s disbelieving face and said impatiently, “Eldest Senior Brother, a bet is a bet. Today, you are my defeated opponent, so you must hand over a spiritual item as compensation.”

Ming Yuan was startled and cried out loudly, “I was not dueling you!”

Ignoring his panic, I reached out and snatched away his lifebound sword, kindly explaining, “The sect has rules. Anyone who steps onto the stage is fighting on behalf of one side. You came up here and attacked me just now, which means you were fighting for Su Qinqin. Now that you’ve lost, naturally, you have to pay the wager.”

That one sentence left Ming Yuan unable to utter a single word.

He wanted to say he hadn’t gone onstage for Su Qinqin, but with Su Qinqin looking so wronged and miserable in his arms, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

I toyed with the lifebound sword in my hand. Ming Yuan seemed to suddenly realize something. Staring at the treasured sword I was tossing up and down, he said knowingly, “After all that, you just want my lifebound sword so you can look at it and think of me, don’t you? Even if you cherish this sword like a priceless treasure, what meaning does that have?”

“The girl I like is considerate and gentle, not a vicious woman like you! Ye Qingqing, no matter how you chase after me like a piece of sticky plaster, I will never spare you another glance.”

I lifted my eyes in confusion. “How long have you had these symptoms? Haven’t you found a medical cultivator to take a look?”

Ming Yuan, who was looking down his nose at me, didn’t react to what I meant at all and instinctively asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean…”

Crack-

A high-grade sword brimming with spiritual power snapped into several pieces in my hand.

All that remained were chunks of scrap metal falling from my grip, striking the ground with crisp clinks.

At the same time, I quietly put away the particle gun in my hand.

It was only the useless sword of a Golden Core cultivator. A particle gun could shatter it into eight pieces with ease.

Ming Yuan’s face visibly paled. Struggling, he gathered up the dirt-covered broken sword and wailed in disbelief, “My lifebound sword… My father spent countless heavenly treasures and earthly materials to forge this sword for me…”

I looked at the fragments on the ground in disgust.

“I certainly do look at objects and think of the person. In the future, I hope Eldest Senior Brother can end up just like this sword, broken into several pieces, so that I may finally relieve the longing in my heart!”