50: We are mutually in love.

Shen Nanzhi's face turned pale when she saw Wu Hao. Her hands trembled as she held her Moonblade, pointing it at Wu Hao: "You...don't come any closer, or I won't be polite!"

Wu Hao chuckled evilly: "Shen Nanzhi, don't get excited. As the saying goes, a day as husband and wife creates a hundred days of kindness. I truly like you, and you wouldn't want others to know about the things we've done, would you? How embarrassing!"

Tears streamed down Shen Nanzhi's face: "Stop talking, please, just leave quickly. Sister Cheng Xue will be back soon."

Wu Hao's eyes narrowed: "Alright, I'll leave right away, but you have to tell me everything you and Chen Xu discussed today!"

Shen Nanzhi, who had just been thinking of protecting everyone, now found herself unable to even protect herself. Weakness and timidity, it seemed, could not be changed overnight.

Shen Nanzhi recounted all the theories of magic Cultivation and application that Chen Xu had taught her.

Wu Hao's eyes lit up with a brilliant gleam. So that was it!

No wonder he had Cultivated for so long with no effect; it turned out he needed to combine it with the Tai Chi Qi Scripture's incantations. It seemed he had to find a way to steal that book!

"Alright, don't be nervous. I'm leaving now."

Wu Hao pretended to leave, but as he passed Shen Nanzhi, he snatched the Moonblade from her and threw it aside!

Slap!

A harsh slap.

"You little slut, how dare you tell me to leave! You've grown wings, huh! Ah!"

Wu Hao gripped Shen Nanzhi's hair tightly.

Even though Shen Nanzhi knew magic, her mind was a roaring blank, and she dared not resist. She remembered the times her mother had hit her.

She repeatedly mumbled: "I won't dare again, I won't ever dare again."

Bang!

The door was kicked open!

Chen Xu burst in: "Wu Hao, let go!"

Wu Hao's hand was still clenched in Shen Nanzhi's hair, a greasy smile on his parted lips: "This is between us little lovers, who are you to interfere?" He deliberately rubbed the girl's swollen cheek with his thumb, "Why don't you ask Shen Nanzhi if she's willing?"

Chen Xu found it laughable: "Lovers?? Look at the craters on your face, would she ever be interested in you? It's clearly coercion!"

Shen Nanzhi's lips trembled, and she curled up, like a fledgling drenched in a downpour: "I... I was willing..."

Chen Xu suspected his ears had played a trick on him, and he was enraged! He rushed forward, aiming a punch at Wu Hao's face.

Wu Hao sneered: "You scrawny little programmer, you dare to show off in front of a Taekwondo instructor like me? You're asking for death!"

Wu Hao instantly adopted a Taekwondo black belt stance, his straight punch as fast as lightning, aimed directly at Chen Xu's nose.

Just as the punch's wind touched his skin—

Crack!

A blinding bolt of lightning suddenly exploded.

Wu Hao's pupils contracted violently; he instinctively tried to retract his hand, but it was too late.

The blue electric glow pierced his index finger like a venomous snake, severing his finger directly, and blood arced through the air in a gruesome curve.

Ah!!

Wu Hao's face instantly contorted, his eyeballs bulging, a howl squeezed from between his teeth. His electrocuted right hand spasmed uncontrollably, and the smell of scorching mixed with blood permeated the air.

Only the person who tied the bell can untie it. Chen Xu hoped Shen Nanzhi could bravely resist!

Chen Xu gently said: "Shen Nanzhi, don't be afraid, I'm here! Tell me the truth, are you being threatened by Wu Hao?"

Shen Nanzhi dared not recall those terrifying memories; she hugged her head with both hands and squatted on the ground: "I won't dare again, I won't ever dare, I was willing, I was willing..."

Wu Hao grinned with blood-stained lips: "Did you hear that? She was willing. Get lost, you're interrupting our little lovers' sweet time."

Chen Xu was so angry his liver ached. Shen Nanzhi was too weak!

Chen Xu could only vent all his pent-up anger and frustration on Wu Hao!

He pinned him to the ground and unleashed a barrage of punches.

Chen Xu: "In the past, I disdained violence, but for a scumbag like you, only violence can make you afraid!

I don't care if she was willing or coerced!

From today onwards.

I forbid you from approaching Shen Nanzhi by half a step, otherwise, I'll beat you every time I see you!"

The huge commotion drew Zhang Ye, Su He, Cheng Xue, and a large group of others.

Wu Hao scrambled and crawled, grabbing Zhang Ye's pant leg: "Brother Zhang Ye, you are the one I admire most, you are the most reasonable. Please judge for me, Shen Nanzhi and I truly love each other. He's jealous of me and hitting me, aren't you going to do anything!"

Zhang Ye asked Shen Nanzhi: "Is what Wu Hao said true? Do you and he truly love each other?"

Wu Hao stared intently at Shen Nanzhi.

Shen Nanzhi avoided his gaze, lowering her head, her voice like a mosquito: "Yes..."

At this statement, everyone was shocked.

How could this Shen Nanzhi be so weak! They felt like they were trying to forge iron out of mud!

Wu Hao was triumphant: "Let go of me!!! Haha, did you hear that? Did you hear that? We both love each other!"

There is a psychological phenomenon called "Stockholm Syndrome," which refers to victims developing psychological dependence and even emotional attachment to their abusers after being harmed.

Chen Xu sighed deeply and released his grip.

Wu Hao, triumphant, stood up and reached out to touch Shen Nanzhi's hair in front of everyone, then suddenly noticed lightning flickering at Chen Xu's fingertips, his voice trembling: "Chen Xu, you, what are you going to do!"

I'm going to make sure you can't have children!

Go!

Chen Xu threw the lightning, like a precise scalpel, cutting across Wu Hao's groin.

Pfft!

His balls were shattered!

Ah!!

A heart-wrenching scream.

"Chen Xu! I will never forgive you!"

Wu Hao's face turned ashen, and he fainted from the pain.

Zhang Ye couldn't bear to watch: "Chen Xu, this is vigilantism!"

Chen Xu smiled: "For a person like him, violence is a million times better than reason. No one interfere with him; let him fend for himself."

This battle also fully established Chen Xu's leadership position among the Transmigrators.

At the same time, it showed everyone the power of magic. Chen Xu began distributing the "Tai Chi Qi Scripture" (modified version) to everyone, asking them to set aside time each day to learn magic with him.

Over the next month.

Besides Chen Xu teaching everyone magic, the most important task was weapon production.

Cheng Xue's fingernails were black with rust. She held a self-made compass, drawing the cross-section of a firearm barrel on a wooden board—this was her seventh adjustment of the barrel and touch-hole angle; the previous six test fires had all burst due to insufficient airtightness.

"Old Ma, pull the bellows to the third setting!" she yelled, her voice mixing with the roar of the forge.

Old Ma, named Ma Gang, was a delivery driver, thirty-two years old this year, delivering food for fifteen hours a day. His money mostly went to his wife and children, but unfortunately, he didn't make it through that summer.

Old Ma was shirtless, sweat streaming down his bronze back as he vigorously pulled the bellows.

This behemoth, which had taken a month to fell twenty oak trees to construct, now spun its twelve elmwood fan blades rapidly, melting the pig iron in the forge into a glowing liquid state.

"The gun barrel must be made of wrought iron, folded and hammered." Cheng Xue used iron tongs to pick up a piece of iron as thin as a cicada's wing, shaping it into an arc on the anvil. "Just like making dumplings, one layer of iron, one layer of charcoal, hammered three hundred and sixty times."

Zhao Ling crushed lime excavated from rock layers with a mortar and pestle. Xu Yao melted a broken iron pot into molten iron. Wang Hao squatted in a corner, collecting vegetable oil seeping from the windmill's bearings with a bamboo tube... Almost everyone came to help forge weapons.

Bang!

A loud bang!

The first firearm was finally forged, almost entirely by hand!

[Civilization Alert: Detected Transmigrator Civilization has reached the firearm Era]

[Current Civilization Coefficient: 0.3]

[Cultivation Coefficient: 0.2]

[Danger Coefficient: 0]

[Estimated Reward: 50]

In less than half a year, they had already produced a firearm!

Lu Chen was truly impressed!

Give them ten more years, and they wouldn't be able to make airplanes and tanks, would they?

Probably not. firearms could be made by hand, but airplanes and tanks required a strong foundation in the industrial revolution and absolutely could not be made by hand... On the other side! The Elf King's centennial banquet.

"By the blood of the tribe, I present this gift." The Orc warrior Leige knelt on one knee, his rough voice making the crystal chandelier tremble slightly.

As the box lid opened, a Lolita dress adorned with star-like jewels slowly rose, its sixteen layers of skirt, thin as cicada wings, automatically unfurled, each layer shimmering with a different glow.

As the Elf Queen's fingertips touched the dress, the entire garment suddenly burst into a seven-colored rainbow light.

Her emerald pupils contracted violently: "This material... it's neither the elves' moonlight silk nor the dwarves' mithril thread. Where did it come from..."

"It was brought by the Calamity Stars from beyond the heavens!"

What! Calamity Stars from beyond the heavens?! The legendary stars that would destroy the continent!

"Where are they now!" Everyone became highly vigilant.