Chapter 16: Vigorous Development of the Pistol Industry!

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“How could the Yangsheng Sect choose this moment to attack Nanyang City!”

“With this, the offerings to our sect will be halved directly!”

“I wonder if this was premeditated—it’s simply outrageous.”

The disciples below were already deeply saddened by the matter of the sect leader, and upon hearing this news, they found it even harder to stay calm.

Though the Four Great Sects were not particularly powerful, they had at least earned some respect. While there was little interaction, none had ever dared to covet Nanyang City.

But now, it was being seized outright, and they were utterly powerless!

Liang Chuan frowned deeply, searching his mind for any information about the Yangsheng Sect.

If he remembered correctly, the Yangsheng Sect was extremely formidable.

Within their ranks were not only two or three dozen cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage, but even an elder ancestor of the Nascent Soul stage was stationed there.

They were a renowned major sect far and wide; to put it bluntly, the White Sword Sect wasn’t even worthy to tie their shoes.

Moreover, this crisis had struck at a time when the White Sword Sect was unstable, making it all the more difficult to cope with.

For a moment, everyone furrowed their brows.

“It seems, then, that Nanyang City must be surrendered without a fight!” Zhao Wu pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

The strength on both sides was simply incomparable. If the leaders of the Four Great Sects had still been present, negotiation might have been possible.

But now, their highest realm was merely the Foundation Establishment stage, which was insignificant in the eyes of the enemy.

“With no offerings, our spirit stones are halved; development will become even more difficult!” Liu Ruyan clenched her teeth, her body trembling with anger.

Now beset by internal strife and external threats, the reduction of spirit stones dealt a heavy blow to the White Sword Sect.

But rebellion was absolutely out of the question. More importantly, if the enemy discovered their sect’s precarious situation, they might move directly against them and consume them outright.

“Sect Leader, should we seal off the sect?” Liu Ruyan instinctively pinned her hopes on Liang Chuan.

Other disciples also turned to Liang Chuan. Closing their gates now seemed the most prudent course to avoid drawing the attention of the Yangsheng Sect.

“Everyone, calm yourselves,” Liang Chuan said, massaging his temples as he pondered quietly.

Though they had now gathered the resources of the other three sects, it was ultimately water without a source.

Moreover, the White Sword Sect only controlled a single mine vein, unable to disperse manpower to the other three sects for mining.

This would only slow development further. If they now abandoned the offerings from Nanyang City, the impact on the sect would be substantial.

But going up against a sect with an elder ancestor of the Nascent Soul stage was a headache for him. This was no mere problem that could be solved by brute force.

After a moment of thought, Liang Chuan turned to Peng Shan and Peng Hai standing beside him.

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Since these two had gained the sect leader’s favor, their attitude toward him had grown increasingly respectful.

Liang Chuan spoke lightly, “What are your thoughts?”

“Whatever the sect leader commands!” Both knelt on one knee in unison, clasping their fists respectfully.

Satisfied, Liang Chuan nodded and stood, looking at the gathered disciples.

“So, you intend to simply abandon Nanyang City?”

Though his tone was calm, all could detect the anger beneath his words.

Zhao Wu, having already sensed this, gritted his teeth and said, “Third Senior Brother… Sect Leader, I believe we should still hold our ground.”

Reason told him that if they clashed with the Yangsheng Sect now, it would be a death sentence.

“Heh,” Liang Chuan let out a cold laugh, “We should be mourning our master, yet with enemies approaching, do you honestly think that sealing the sect will save us?”

“Since they have already struck at Nanyang City, it means they never took us seriously. Sooner or later, they will come for us!”

He had seen through the essence of the matter, which was why he spoke so plainly.

Previously, the enemy had not swallowed Nanyang City, but chose this moment to strike.

He even suspected they had learned of the Four Great Sects’ condition, seizing this critical moment to swallow Nanyang City, possibly using it as a springboard to attack them directly.

Zhao Wu’s mouth opened slightly, unsure how to respond.

Liang Chuan’s low voice thundered in their ears, “Do you want to be captured and enslaved by the Yangsheng Sect?”

“No!” All the disciples spoke in unison.

Being captured and enslaved would be a nightmare for them.

Liang Chuan waved his hand decisively, his voice cold, “If they want us dead, we won’t just wait for death. All disciples, prepare to retake Nanyang City!”

Zhao Wu and Liu Ruyan were shocked upon hearing this.

They were already planning to descend the mountain to reclaim Nanyang City?

“Third Senior Brother, this is absolutely impossible! If we descend now, we won’t stand a chance!” Zhao Wu quickly tried to dissuade him, already picturing the futile struggle.

Liang Chuan shook his head calmly, “Of course, not now.”

Zhao Wu breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart leapt again the next moment.

“All disciples prepare yourselves. In a few days, we will descend!”

With that, Liang Chuan turned and left immediately, giving no room for objection.

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Late at night, Liang Chuan sat at his desk, carefully reading by the light of an oil lamp.

The book detailed the principles behind making spirit stone bullets and pills.

“Looks like it’s not as complicated as I imagined!” Liang Chuan smiled faintly as he turned to the last page.

This was a book he had specially asked Xinxin to find, which recorded the method of making bullets in detail.

All that was needed was for a cultivator to act as a blacksmith, using spirit stones as the gunpowder propellant and spirit beast bones as the bullet tips.

Though the production speed couldn’t match modern automatic firearms, it was not that difficult!

Liang Chuan tucked the book under his arm and left the cave dwelling, heading toward the sect’s Craftsmen Pavilion.

Upon pushing open the pavilion’s door, he saw an elderly man with a grizzled beard bent over the table, engrossed in his studies.

Hearing the door open, the old man turned and saw Liang Chuan.

“Sect Leader!”

“No need for formalities, Old Luo!” Liang Chuan stepped forward quickly to support him.

Old Luo was a ninth-stage Qi Refinement cultivator who had been with the sect for many years.

His main focus was crafting spirit tools and similar work.

Though his success rate was not high, he was the only person in the White Sword Sect proficient in manufacturing.

“Old Luo, I won’t beat around the bush. Take a look at this—can it be made?” Liang Chuan placed the book before him.

Old Luo flipped through the pages, growing increasingly excited as he read.

“Incredible, to think the attack is carried out this way!”

“How did I never think of this before!” he muttered repeatedly.

After half an hour, Old Luo looked up with certainty.

“Yes, I can definitely make this!”

The technique was not overly complicated; any cultivator could manage it.

“I will need a large quantity of bullets. Whatever materials you require, just tell me—I will supply everything you need!”

Liang Chuan clenched his fists, his voice filled with excitement.

The first production line in the cultivation world was about to be born under his command!