Wang Shouzhe spoke, and with a swipe of his storage ring, a strange elongated object appeared in his hand. Its structure resembled a bird gun, but the muzzle flared open like a trumpet.
"Fourth Uncle~ What is this weapon?" Wang Zongwei's spirit lifted; he knew his uncle's craftsmanship was always extraordinary.
"Let's test it in the courtyard." Wang Shouzhe led Zongwei and Ruotong to the courtyard and instructed the household generals to bring some wooden stakes for setup.
Then he raised the shotgun, didn't even aim, and casually fired in that direction.
"Boom!"
It sounded like a flash of lightning, as countless tiny steel pellets burst out in a blunderbuss pattern, covering the wooden stakes several meters away. Several stakes were blasted back, riddled with pits and holes.
"This...," Wang Luotong's eyes tightened, shocked by the scene. Her cultivation had now reached the eighth layer of the Qi Refining Realm, qualifying her as a minor expert.
