215: Chapter 216 Cultivator: What kind of monster is this?! Jiang Chen: Take this Star Destroyer Cannon!

"I am the Supreme Elder of the Qingyun Sect, Xuanyinzi!"

The old Taoist stood in mid-air, his robe sleeves fluttering without wind.

His wrinkled old face was etched with unbridled arrogance.

The flying sword in his hand, shimmering with cyan light, carved a harsh trajectory in the air, steadily pointing at the bridge of the luan niao starship.

He spat out a series of obscure and difficult-to-understand words.

The tone was so ancient, as if it had emerged from a crack in a rock, giving Jiang Chen a headache.

"System, translate."

Jiang Chen rested his hands on the console, his face full of impatience, not even glancing directly at the old man.

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[Target sentence translation: Which ignorant demon monster dares to drive such an evil object to disturb my cultivation? Once I capture it, I will strip its tendons, peel its skin, melt its soul, and refine it into the 'Ten Thousand Soul Air-Absorbing Pill' for my cultivation!]

"Refine into a pill?"

The corners of Jiang Chen's mouth slowly curled into an extremely sinister sneer.

He looked at the smug old face on the screen, his eyes colder than the icy winds of the tundra.

Good grief.

Want to refine me into a pill?

Is this old man tired of living, or does he simply not know what a "technological explosion" is?

"Academician Chen, did you hear that?"

Jiang Chen turned his head, pointed at the old Taoist on the screen, and sneered at Academician Chen Shuyin:

"This old thing wants to use me for his cultivation."

"And he wants to strip my tendons, peel my skin, and make them into some kind of pill?"

Academician Chen Shuyin pushed up her glasses, looking at the old Taoist as if he were a dead man, her voice cold and without a ripple:

"Since he likes alchemy so much."

"Why not give him a big gift."

"Let's fill his body with energy and see if he explodes."

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and gently placed his palm on the main console.

"Enough talk."

He ordered Zhao Gang beside him, his tone as calm as if he were asking for an extra dish for dinner, "Secondary guns, lock onto the target, set power to the minimum."

"Just keep him alive, after all, we still need to ask where the local specialties (spirit stones) of this planet are hidden."

"Understood, secondary guns locked!"

Inside the command hall, blue light condensed at the muzzle, and that terrifying energy particle sound hissed in the air like red-hot iron entering water.

The old Taoist clearly hadn't realized the severity of the problem yet.

He looked at the ball of blue light, and instead of dodging, he revealed a mocking expression of "a child can be taught," as if he believed it was just some sort of parlor trick.

He even added a layer of defense to himself.

"Hmph, petty tricks!"

"My Qingyun Sect's Vajra Protection Barrier, how could you..."

"Boom—!!!"

Without waiting for him to finish his pretentious line.

A deep blue particle beam, as thick as an arm, instantly tore through the air.

The speed was too fast for the naked eye to capture.

Without giving anyone time to react, the beam brushed past the edge of his flying sword and slammed solidly into his so-called "Vajra Protection Barrier."

"Pop!"

It was like smashing a bubble with a hammer.

That defensive barrier, which claimed to be able to withstand a full-force blow from a Golden Core stage cultivator, lasted less than half a second in front of this particle stream capable of easily piercing warship armor.

"Bang!"

The old Taoist's flying sword snapped in two instantly, and he himself was like a kicked soccer ball, screaming as he tumbled dozens of times in the air, finally smashing heavily into the nearby cliff face.

"Rumble—"

Rubble rolled down, burying him halfway.

The once high-and-mighty cultivator was now like a broken rag doll thrown into a trash heap.

"Is that... all for the monster?"

Jiang Chen crossed his arms, looking down at the old man smashed into the pit, his face bored, "This shot of mine didn't even use full fire control power."

"Old man, giving up already?"

Jiang Chen picked up the loudspeaker and aimed it at the messy cliff face, his voice thundering, instantly drowning out the chaotic screams of the Qingyun Sect disciples.

He had no mercy whatsoever; in this cultivation world that valued strength, the bigger fist was the truth:

"Didn't you say you wanted to refine me just now?"

"Now I'll give you a chance."

"Are you going to stand up and keep refining, or kneel down and lead the way, taking me to see your so-called 'treasure vault'?"

"If I go down and don't see 'pills' that satisfy me..."

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly; the warship's main guns had already silently adjusted their orientation, locking onto this mountain peak:

"Then this Qingyun Sect of yours."

"Won't need to exist on the map anymore."

At the bottom of the pit.

The once aggressive old Taoist was now struggling to crawl out of the rubble.

He was covered in blood, his Taoist robe was in tatters, his face was stained with dirt, and his pride-and-joy flying sword was reduced to just a hilt.

He looked up at the massive ship in the sky, towering like a mountain and exuding an aura of death.

And then at the group of disciples around him who were scared witless.

In the old Taoist's eyes, once filled with calculation, extreme fear finally emerged.

That was no monster.

That was a god!

A god who could summon heavenly thunder and earthly fire with a casual wave!

Under the absolute crushing power of technology, his so-called divine abilities were simply a joke.

"Is... is this the legendary... Great Heavenly Tribulation?"

The old Taoist knelt on the ground in despair, offering the broken flying sword with both hands.

His aged face was full of bitterness and awe:

"Immortal..."

"Immortal, please spare my life!"

"I... I will lead the way for you immediately!"

"Never mind the treasure vault, even this old body of mine..."

He glanced at the terrifying particle stream flickering on the muzzle, which was enough to instantly evaporate his soul, and finally gave up his last shred of dignity:

"I offer it all to the Immortal!"

Jiang Chen watched this scene without surprise.

So-called cultivation.

In the face of true advanced physical weapons, it is essentially just a form of inefficient energy manipulation.

"Lead the way."

Jiang Chen dropped the words coldly, "Don't play any tricks."

"Because in this world, there is nothing that my laser cannon... cannot flatten."