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The black-clad man with the skull sword coughed up bloody foam, prostrating himself on the ground.
“This cave was accidentally discovered three months ago while we were pursuing a traitor.
The two skeletons were locked in a combat stance, their divine weapons still embedded in each other’s bones. But… but the most bizarre thing was…”
He suddenly began to tremble violently, as if a terrifying image had flashed through his mind.
His companion quickly interjected:
“The mysterious magic array beneath the skeletons! Those symbols devour Battle Qi! We had intended to retrieve those divine weapons, but the moment we touched them…”
His voice abruptly cut off, as peculiar purple markings simultaneously surfaced on the necks of all three men.
Ye Xingchen’s pupils constricted slightly, realizing that the strange patterns adorning their bodies were not tattoos at all, but rather resembled some form of restriction.
It was no wonder they seemed uninterested in the two immortal cultivators’ skeletons here; it wasn’t a lack of desire, but rather a lack of courage.
After all, the restrictions set by immortal cultivators would undoubtedly pose a significant challenge for individuals of their current strength.
Indeed, any powerful immortal cultivator in this world would feel akin to a laser cannon facing cavemen.
However, this was merely the first puzzle.
What exactly were these ‘ancient alchemical products’ they had just mentioned? Surely, the alchemy of this world wouldn’t include firearms like those on Earth.
Through his senses, Ye Xingchen confirmed that the leading black-clad man was indeed telling the truth, but the question of these ‘ancient alchemical products’ still lingered.
“Continue,” he commanded, flicking his finger to cast a Tranquil Heart spell, temporarily suppressing the writhing markings.
“What about those iron-tube-like weapons?”
The alchemical weapons they had just spoken of, those piles of ‘firearms,’ should not, by all accounts, exist in this world’s alchemy.
Yet, they had even appended the term ‘ancient,’ suggesting they possessed some knowledge of them.
“S-Senior, you must understand! Those alchemical weapons… we truly don’t know their true nature.
We merely saw their strange construction, so unlike ordinary blades, and thus guessed they were alchemical products…
After all, our Xuanhuang Divine Domain Empire reveres Battle Qi, and our knowledge of alchemy… is truly scarce…”
“Did you not previously claim these were ‘ancient alchemical products’?” Ye Xingchen’s gaze turned cold, and the eyes of his Ultraman mask seemed to emit a faint glow as the oppressive aura around him suddenly intensified.
“Do you intend to fob me off with such a clumsy excuse?”
“Pfft!!”
The black-clad man with the skull longsword suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, struggling to prop himself up and fall to his knees.
This sudden turn of events left the remaining two men ashen-faced, their breathing becoming ragged.
Ye Xingchen was clearly bewildered by this unexpected sight.
The Dean had explicitly stated that those who cultivated Battle Qi possessed robust physiques, leading him to believe these Battle Qi experts would be more resilient than mages.
Yet, with just a slight increase in pressure, they were already collapsing. If he were to intensify it further, wouldn’t they perish on the spot?
He shook his head inwardly. It seemed his understanding of this world’s Battle Qi system was still too superficial; he had no clear grasp of their true power.
However, a pressing question now gnawed at him: why had neither the Dean nor any of the books he had read ever mentioned anyone cultivating both Battle Qi and magic simultaneously?
Could it be that simply because the two nations were separate, no one had attempted to cultivate both Battle Qi and magic at the same time?
This clearly defied common sense.
“Senior, spare our lives! W-we’ll tell you everything!” The black-clad man hastily bowed low, his voice laced with terror.
“Actually, we don’t understand anything about ancient alchemical products. It’s just… after discovering this cave, returning empty-handed or reporting it directly to the empire felt incredibly unsatisfying…”
He swallowed hard, stealing a glance at the grotesque acid-scarred mask on Ye Xingchen’s face before continuing:
“So, the three of us secretly investigated for a long time until we finally received information from a mysterious organization.
They claimed those items were ancient alchemical creations, capable of unleashing unimaginable power once activated…”
Unimaginable power? Ye Xingchen instinctively frowned.
He was well aware of the destructive potential of firearms. While they possessed immense power against unarmed civilians on Earth, using them against even moderately powerful immortal cultivators would be utterly ludicrous.
After all, truly formidable immortal cultivators could not only move mountains and fill seas, but many had already opened up their own spaces and ascended to higher dimensions.
Otherwise, in a real battle, a casual flick of their hand might cause your lower-dimensional space to collapse entirely.
Even more preposterous, he recalled a novel from his previous life where a small piece of gunpowder was depicted as killing a powerhouse near the peak of cultivation.
This was simply absurd, opening the door to the utterly ridiculous.
Ultimately, the cultivation systems in those worlds must have been inherently fragile, otherwise, how could cultivators be so easily obliterated by a small explosive after cultivating for so long?
And it wasn’t even a high-explosive weapon like a rocket launcher or an atomic bomb.
One could only conclude that these individuals had likely never handled firearms or explosives; otherwise, they wouldn’t harbor such wild fantasies.
If small-scale thermal weapons could suppress cultivators, why wouldn’t cultivators simply shift their focus and dedicate themselves to researching weapon technology instead?
This kind of inverted priority inadvertently reminded him of the self-imposed isolation during the late Qing Dynasty, leaving him at a loss for how to properly evaluate it.
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