Chapter 59

After crafting the "Divine Fire Gun," Zhong Wen secretly tested its power. Afraid of alarming the people in the Floating Flower Palace, he only loaded two spirit crystals at the time, but the results were already far beyond his expectations.

To counter the assassin from the Ten Thousand Gold Tower, who had reached the Heaven Wheel realm, Zhong Wen filled all eight spirit crystal slots of the "Divine Fire Gun." The power of this attack was completely beyond his imagination, and describing it as earth-shattering would not be an exaggeration.

The black-clad man reacted extremely quickly, making a backward leap as soon as Zhong Wen pressed the trigger, but he ultimately failed to completely avoid the devastating attack of the fully loaded Divine Fire Gun.

"Huh... huhuhu..."

After the intense light and loud explosion, Zhong Wen saw the black-clad man's disheveled figure again. At this moment, only the upper half of his body remained, with everything below the waist completely gone. It seemed that due to the high temperature, the upper body's wound was quickly dried, and not much blood flowed out.

The black-clad man let out a hoarse roar, his eyes bloodshot. His left hand was frantically grabbing at the ground, while his right hand still refused to let go of the long sword.

What kind of vitality is this!

While marveling at the black-clad man's tenacity, Zhong Wen was also shocked by the terrifying power of the Divine Fire Gun.

Elder Long wrote in his book that the most advanced Divine Fire Gun could even kill a Spirit Venerable, which might not be mere exaggeration.

Zhong Wen did not immediately move forward to finish the job but waited quietly to prevent the black-clad man from making a desperate counterattack in his dying moments.

After a while, the black-clad man's half-body stopped struggling and lay still on the ground, motionless.

Zhong Wen was not in a hurry. He slowly circled the black-clad man's corpse twice, confirming that there was no danger before slowly approaching.

When the distance between them was less than a meter, the black-clad man's corpse suddenly moved.

He suddenly opened his eyes, gripped the long sword in his right hand, and fiercely stabbed towards Zhong Wen's chest.

Perhaps due to extreme weakness, the black-clad man no longer had the ability to trap Zhong Wen with his aura, and the strength of the sword was a mere fraction of what it had been in his prime.

But even in such a weakened state, the Heaven Wheel expert's final strike was far beyond what Zhong Wen, at the Earth Wheel level, could withstand.

However, as if he had anticipated it, Zhong Wen extended his left hand and calmly deflected the sword, which veered off and grazed his left shoulder, leaving a bloody line on his arm.

The power of the Heaven Wheel expert, even at less than one percent, was still too much for him to completely redirect using the technique of "Flower Passing and Jade Receiving," and he ended up injured.

At the same time, the Divine Fire Gun in Zhong Wen's right hand had disappeared, replaced by a sword.

Cold Wu Shuang's sword.

The sword in his hand, carrying the aura of death, pierced the black-clad man, who was now only half a body.

A fatal strike!

This was the first time he used this spirit technique in combat. As he thrust the sword, he felt his spiritual energy surge into the sword, almost draining him completely.

The sword's momentum was like a dragon, piercing the black-clad man's heart with an unstoppable force.

"You really put on a good act, but a dead man doesn't need to hold onto his sword so tightly," Zhong Wen said calmly, slowly pulling the sword out of the black-clad man's chest.

With a "thud," the black-clad man's half-body fell heavily to the ground. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, his expression a mix of reluctance and relief.

This time, he finally released the sword.

Zhong Wen squatted down, removed the black-clad man's mask, revealing an ordinary face.

Such a face, if thrown into a crowd, would not attract any attention.

It was a face naturally suited for an assassin.

...

When Lin Zhiyun and the others arrived, Zhong Wen had not yet tended to his wounds.

In their eyes, Zhong Wen stood tall on the cliff, holding a sword in his right hand and a bloody head in his left, his arm stained red with blood, looking like a god or a demon.

"Little Zhong Wen, is this... the assassin?" Shangguan Junyi covered her mouth, looking at the head in Zhong Wen's hand with surprise. Although she knew this was the most reasonable explanation, she found it hard to believe that Zhong Wen could kill a Heaven Wheel expert on his own.

Zhong Wen looked down at Lin Zhiyun, Shangguan Junyi, and Nangong Ling, his fierce gaze softening, and he smiled, "No, this is just a villager who annoyed me, so I killed him."

Shangguan Junyi: "..."

Do you have to be so cheeky!

Lin Zhiyun, looking at Zhong Wen's blood-soaked left arm, imagined a brutal battle and couldn't help but ask, "Zhong Wen, how did you defeat him? Earth Wheel cultivators find it very difficult to break through the defenses of Heaven Wheel experts."

"I once read a book that described the method to craft a spirit energy weapon called the 'Divine Fire Gun.' This weapon has earth-shattering destructive power," Zhong Wen explained, knowing that if he didn't provide an explanation, Lin Zhiyun and Shangguan Junyi would be unable to sleep. "Thanks to the materials Miss Shangguan provided today, I had the opportunity to create this weapon."

As he spoke, the Divine Fire Gun appeared in his hand. "With this weapon, as long as there are enough spirit crystals, even a Spirit Venerable would be killed by a single shot."

"Are you saying this black tube can kill a Spirit Venerable?" Nangong Ling examined the "black iron tube" in Zhong Wen's hand, her tone filled with skepticism. "Was that loud explosion just now from this 'Divine Fire Gun'?"

"Exactly." Zhong Wen didn't hesitate, loaded four spirit crystals into the Divine Fire Gun, aimed the black barrel at the black-clad man's headless half-body on the ground, and pressed the trigger.

With a blinding light and a deafening explosion, the half-body on the ground instantly turned to ashes, leaving no trace.

In the shocked expressions of the three women, Zhong Wen coolly blew on the barrel of the black tube. "This time I only used four spirit stones. The shot just now had all eight slots filled."

"If this weapon can be mass-produced, it will change the entire cultivation world's landscape," Nangong Ling immediately recognized the strategic significance of this weapon.

Although Lin Zhiyun acknowledged the power of the Divine Fire Gun, she still had some doubts. "Even with such a powerful weapon, you wouldn't have a chance to use it against a Heaven Wheel expert."

"Big Sister Palace Master, I am the best physician in the world," Zhong Wen said with a grin. "Making a Heaven Wheel expert lose focus for a moment is still possible."

Looking at the somewhat frivolous Zhong Wen, the three women couldn't help but feel serious.

This young man, with only the first level of Earth Wheel cultivation, faced a Heaven Wheel-level assassin alone, placing himself in a desperate situation. Even with his preparations, the plan was far from perfect, and any mistake would have sent him to the underworld.

This will and courage made Zhong Wen's not-so-robust body appear incredibly majestic at this moment.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the bushes behind Lin Zhiyun and the others. They turned to see a slender figure emerge from the green leaves.

"Little Sister Wu Shuang!" Lin Zhiyun exclaimed upon seeing the newcomer.

Cold Wu Shuang, wearing the orange outer garment Zhong Wen had given her, still looked pale and was breathing heavily, her body trembling slightly. Her chest, with its prominent curves, rose and fell, making her look like a delicate flower that needed protection.

As she emerged from the bushes, her bright eyes swept past the others and focused on Zhong Wen, as if they didn't exist.

Seeing the blood on Zhong Wen's left arm, tears streamed down Cold Wu Shuang's face, rolling down her tender cheeks and landing on her prominent chest.

Zhong Wen, holding the black-clad man's head, walked up to her and showed off with a grin, "Wu Shuang, look, this despicable guy dared to stab you, so I cut off his head for you to kick around."

Cold Wu Shuang continued to stare at Zhong Wen's injured left arm, silent, tears streaming down her face.

This made Zhong Wen a bit flustered. He scratched his head and said, "You don't like kicking balls? How about I make his head into a chamber pot?"

With a cry, Cold Wu Shuang could no longer control her emotions, throwing herself into Zhong Wen's arms and sobbing uncontrollably, her tears quickly soaking his chest.

"These are all his blood," Zhong Wen gently held Cold Wu Shuang's shoulders and softly explained, "I'm so powerful, how could I get hurt?"

However, his comfort had no effect, and Cold Wu Shuang cried even harder. She suddenly raised her delicate fists and started pounding Zhong Wen's chest, but her punches were soft and carried no strength.

Zhong Wen let her punch for a while before gently extending his arms and tightly hugging her, savoring the faint fragrance from her body and the trembling of her delicate form in his arms. A strong sense of guilt suddenly welled up in his heart.

His momentary impulse had caused the girl in his arms to worry to an unimaginable extent.

"I'm sorry for making you worry," he hugged Cold Wu Shuang tighter, his lips touching her ear, and whispered, "I won't do it again, forgive me, okay?"

Their bodies were tightly pressed together, Cold Wu Shuang's shoulders trembling slightly, her delicate hands weakly resting on Zhong Wen's shoulders.

After a long time, she stopped crying and softly murmured, "Mm," but she curled up in his arms, unwilling to leave.

Immersed in the treacherous and murky world of the imperial capital, such pure emotions were truly rare!

Looking at the deeply embracing young couple, Nangong Ling felt a faint sense of envy...