Guan Yunchuan was not concerned about his injuries.
For cultivators, injuries are commonplace; a single pill can restore them.
Right now, what he cares about most is the Gatling gun in Sheng Ning's hand.
He slapped away Yu Ye, who had hit himself on the head a second ago but was now concerned about his injuries.
Guan Yunchuan darted in front of Sheng Ning and drew his natal sword from his waist. "I'll trade with you."
The Cloud Breath Sword was obtained by Guan Yunchuan when his senior brother asked their master for it when Guan Yunchuan first entered the sect.
Unfortunately, he was not a sword cultivator, and having been a disciple for so long, he had very few opportunities to draw his Cloud Breath Sword.
The Cloud Breath Sword is a high-grade spiritual weapon and has already developed a sword spirit.
Hearing Guan Yunchuan say that he would exchange himself for a mortal weapon with no spiritual energy fluctuations.
The Cloud Breath Sword immediately rang out, its blade trembling incessantly, to show the sword spirit's fury.
"Why are you throwing a tantrum? What use are you to me? You're not even worth a mortal weapon!"
"If you're so capable of throwing a tantrum, then compare it to the ordinary weapon in her hand."
He slapped the sword.
The top-grade spiritual artifact that so many people outside dream of withered away in Guan Yunchuan's hands.
The once straight sword blade bent instantly.
Sheng Ning had never seen a sword spirit before, and when she saw that the sword in Guan Yunchuan's hand had developed a sense of consciousness, she immediately became curious.
"Can this sword understand human speech?"
Guan Yunchuan immediately nodded his head like a sieve, "Not only can it understand human speech, it can also carry you and fly."
"You don't need to expend any spiritual power."
"How about it, junior sister? Don't hesitate, how about I trade you a top-grade spirit sword and the spirit fruit you stole last night for that mortal weapon you have?"
The conditions are very tempting.
Someone else might have agreed.
With the Gatling gun slung over her shoulder, Sheng Ning smiled slightly as she watched Guan Yunchuan rub his hands together expectantly.
"No change."
When Guan Yunchuan saw her smile, he assumed she had nodded in agreement.
Before his outstretched hand could even touch the vessel, she took a step back, smiled, and said, "No trade."
A bucket of cold water was instantly poured over him from head to toe.
As a genius weapon cultivator, Guan Yunchuan had never been teased like this before!
He ground his itchy, biting molars, his face darkening as he used the spiritual fruit as a threat.
"You stole so many of my spirit fruits, you have to pay me back!"
Guan Yunchuan casually opened his palm towards Sheng Ning, his gaze never leaving the Gatling gun.
Those pleading eyes practically screamed "Please!"
Sheng Ning looked up at Yu Ye, who was about to step forward to teach someone a lesson again. Upon seeing this, Yu Ye frowned and stopped.
She curled her lips at Guan Yunchuan and said with a smile, "It was wrong of me to eat your spiritual fruit without your permission."
"But this is also my treasure, how about I let you touch it?"
"make a deal!"
Guan Yunchuan nodded in agreement without saying a word.
Just kidding, it's just a few fruits. He planted a whole hill of spirit fruit trees, and he'll be able to harvest another batch in a few decades.
But opportunities to touch ordinary artifacts are few and far between.
"Hold this position with your hand, and be careful not to pull the trigger. Even if you do pull it, don't aim it..."
Before Sheng Ning could finish saying the word "person," Guan Yunchuan, holding a Gatling gun in both hands, suddenly turned around and started firing at Yu Ye.
"Holy crap! Guan Yunchuan, are you insane?!"
The Gatling gun has an extremely high rate of fire, so fast that it is imperceptible to the naked eye.
Yu was, after all, a Golden Core cultivator, and although he could catch bullets flying towards him.
Seeing something is one thing, avoiding it is another.
Fortunately, Guan Yunchuan had just learned how to fire bullets and couldn't aim properly. The high-speed bullets only pierced a few holes in his robe.
"Haha, this is so much fun!"
As a weapon cultivator, Guan Yunchuan had already thoroughly studied most of the spiritual weapons on the market.
Aside from some ancient magical artifacts that he hadn't discovered, he also had a special drawing of a current ranking of magical artifacts.
Among them, the strongest is Qin Chuan, the eldest disciple of the Taixu Sect, whose jade spirit flute is the most powerful.
It is said that the Jade Spirit Flute was brought back from the depths of the secret realm by the personal disciple when the secret realm opened last time. Moreover, at that time, the Jade Spirit Flute took the initiative to recognize its master, and its spirit had already materialized.
Very few people have ever seen Qin Chuan use the Jade Spirit Flute.
These are all just rumors.
The junior sister's ordinary weapon was so fast that even her fourth senior brother, who was at the Golden Core stage, couldn't dodge it.
In the world of martial arts, speed is the only way to break through defenses.
Right now, Guan Yunchuan is holding a Gatling gun. His usually indifferent and expressionless face is now flushed with excitement.
"Junior Sister, what's the name of this mortal artifact? What an ingenious design, and what incredible speed!"
He completely forgot about Shi Yueyao, whom he had just mentioned.
Guan Yunchuan had become so familiar with Sheng Ning that he practically wanted to stick to her.
Sheng Ning took two steps back to create some distance between them, then smiled and extended her hand to him, "Gatling."
"I've touched it, I've played with it, Fifth Brother, can you give it back to me now?"
Before getting his hands on it, Guan Yunchuan was thinking of studying this ordinary weapon carefully.
The moment he got his hands on it, the feeling of bullets being fired and spraying bullets indiscriminately was exhilarating.
Forget why you touched the Gatling gun in the first place.
As Sheng Ning prepared to leave, he suddenly felt a pang of reluctance.
"Junior sister, let's make a deal."
"There are many fun little things in my senior brother's cave. Feel free to pick and choose whatever you like. If that's still not enough, I'll give you all the spirit fruit trees that I planted on the back mountain."
"How about you lend this Gatling gun to your senior brother for two more days, and he'll return it to you after that?"
Two days.
That should be enough for him to replicate an identical magical artifact.
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