Those constrained by rules can never break through.

Sha Lifei grew up in the pugilistic world, experiencing the warmth and coldness of human relationships. Sometimes he loved to be cunning and get small advantages, but these were habits developed over the years.

In the lower echelons of the pugilistic world, kindness only leads to bullying.

Since traveling with Li Yan and the others, Sha Lifei had restrained himself a lot, gradually adapting, but regarding the Mystical Sect, he was, after all, an outsider.

It was precisely because of this that he lacked any concept.

Perhaps due to the recent interactions with the Qingcheng Sect, upon seeing these words, Sha Lifei's first thought was Cheng Jianxian's earth-shattering sword in the mortal realm.

He had seen the sword; it was just an ordinary iron sword.

Cheng Jianxian was even at the end of his resources, unable to use powerful spells anymore, but that one sword still shattered Lu Sheng's dream.

He had asked; it's called Sword Intent.

So, seeing the description of the Emei elder in the "Mei Mountain Firearms Manual," Sha Lifei had an idea:

Why not train a gun as one would a sword?

Volume one of the "Mei Mountain Firearms Manual," the Firearms Form Chapter, mentioned a new method of firearm refinement:

Nitrate sulfur as the bone, vermillion as the soul. Lead and mercury to transform bane, Thunder Talisman as the guide. Whenever crafting cannons, one must inscribe the Twenty-Eight Stars in the bore, engrave fire-avoiding patterns at the base, and carve evil-breaking seals at the mouth, then the fire will roar like a dragon, and the bullets will fall like stars.

Although it's just a hypothesis, it does point out a direction.

Refine firearms as magic artifacts.

Nurture the cannon with one's heart and blood, and when the Artifact Sense communicates with spirits, it might reach a new realm, where Man and Gun become as one, with unparalleled power.

Of course, Sha Lifei told no one.

He knew what he was doing.

The practice of spells is inherently dangerous, with many suffering backlash, and more so when he was forging a new path.

Neither Li Yan nor Wang Daoxuan would approve.

But Sha Lifei still decided to proceed.

Life is too short, he didn't want to leave any regrets.

Calming his mind, Sha Lifei carefully put away the "Mei Mountain Firearms Manual," tightened the bracelet of the White-Clad Bodhisattva, and chanted a spell to open the altar.

He was accustomed to Wang Daoxuan opening the altar, familiar with the process, but it was his first time performing it.

Spitting water, stepping astral steps, making mistakes repeatedly.

Finally, the altar was successfully opened, and assisted by the trace of Astra Bane Qi he summoned, Sha Lifei finally entered the Storage God Space.

To build a tower, one must first store the god.

After these days of effort, he had already succeeded.

But in front of him stood a blurry shadow, wearing a bamboo hat, draped in a cloak, with the shadow of a gun behind.

The shape of Storing God usually needed a blueprint.

Like those Mystical Sect disciples, they visualize deities or ancestors, following fixed procedures, never making mistakes.

But for others on a wild path, it's all about luck.

Except for Li Yan, who was influenced by the Daluo Dharma Body, the deities visualized by others were responses to their subconscious.

A cloak represents the harshness of the pugilistic world.

The face is blurry, indicating an undecided path of storing god.

The gun behind suggests his path of cultivation.

What Sha Lifei didn't know was that when others stored gods, they usually had a form first, without directly having a magic artifact.

Even Li Yan only got the Soul Hook later...

......

The cold wind roared, and the snow whirled around.

Lv San, wrapped in a bear-skin cloak, squatted in a sheltered place, with the Little White Fox, hawk, and the first and second mice all huddled in his arms.

Wu Ba, the simplest-minded, had long fallen asleep.

He never thought much, following the group for food and drink, leaving all matters to Li Yan and Wang Daoxuan; he only needed to act.

While Wang Daoxuan, with a worried look, gazed across at the opposite side.

The cave there had been blocked, but even so, his Yin Yang Qi Observation Eye could see the intermixture of Sha Qi.

"Daoist, don't worry."

Lv San said in a muffled voice, "Old Sha has deep fortune and will surely succeed."

"Mm, will surely succeed."

Wang Daoxuan nodded slightly, looking into the distance.

Li Yan had many concerns, with Lv San and Sha Lifei assisting, and he, as the eldest in the team, mainly responsible for anchoring the rear.

As he aged, he could see many things clearly.

In the team, he was most worried about Sha Lifei.

Li Yan, Lv San, and even Wu Ba possessed astonishing talents. What seemed easy to them might be an insurmountable obstacle to others.

This was also Sha Lifei's knot, always afraid of dragging everyone down.

For him, the real difficulty was not building the tower.

But crossing this hurdle in his heart!

Unknowingly, the sky began to brighten.

Finally, a sound came from the distant cave.

A rumble.

The stones blocking the entrance were heavily overturned.

Watching Old Sha dash out with excitement, Wang Daoxuan finally smiled, and the sleepless Lv San mumbled and fell asleep.

After Sha Lifei's success, Wang Daoxuan also started his cultivation.

The Divine Astral that Li Yan gave had been stored in a talisman purchased from Qingcheng, unlike the secretive Hook Paper, its powerful Qi ever making his heart tremble.

Luckily, Li Yan had shared his experiences.

Wang Daoxuan's "Five-Headed Divine Technique" also recorded detailed methods, allowing him to easily integrate the Divine Astral into his stored god.

His stored god was simple, just like an old Daoist, no different from the divine statues in temples, except for the small arrow in the left hand and a straw man in the right.

Indeed, Wang Daoxuan also had secrets.

His spell talent was high; the Seven Arrows Secret Spell had already transformed into a divine statue artifact, signifying the profound mastery of this spell.

Wang Daoxuan too was reluctant to speak.

After all, he always felt this matter was a shame.

His aspiration was to be a Daoist that exorcises evil and prays for blessings, not one apt to kill.

After absorbing the Divine Astral, as he cultivated his spell, a mass of white mist gradually gathered and rolled at the chest of the divine statue.

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