405: I am Uluru, the Bridge-Blocking Immortal!

The opponent was very brave, but a bit dim-witted; he actually wanted to race against a bullet.

"Apologies, Fellow Daoist, but times have changed!"

"Bang!"

The green Tier 2 bullet shot out with a sharp whistle, its tip shimmering with a faint Spiritual Qi, slamming heavily into the opponent's Spiritual Qi shield!

This time, there was no dull thud of impact, only a crisp "crack."

The pale cyan Spiritual Qi shield shattered upon contact, and the bullet, its momentum undiminished, struck the opponent's right shoulder fiercely.

"Pfft!"

The Cultivator let out a muffled grunt. His body, which had been diving at high speed, instantly lost balance as if struck by a heavy blow, flying backward for over a hundred zhang before crashing through a patch of ancient trees and finally stabilizing.

He looked down at his right shoulder, which was already stained red with blood and mangled. A strange pebble was embedded in his flesh, causing the circulation of Spiritual Qi in the surrounding area to become sluggish.

"What kind of Magical Artifact is this? How strange."

Just as he was bewildered, a rough voice drifted over from the distance.

"I opened this mountain, and I planted these trees."

"If you want to pass through here, leave behind your road toll!"

Yue Lianhu quickly swallowed a Medicinal Pill and looked in the direction of the voice.

The attacker had his hair tied up on top, with the sides and back shaved extremely short. Underneath his hooked nose was a thick, wiry beard. His appearance was exactly that of the existence in the Delta operation who was universally despised and loathed by all.

"Who are you? State your name."

"Hmph, I am the Bridge-Blocking Immortal—Wululu!"

"Considering that your cultivation was not easy to come by, drop all your belongings, and I can spare your life."

"How insolent!" Yue Lianhu laughed in extreme anger.

"A mere sneak attacker dares to act so arrogantly before me? Today, I will definitely grind your bones to dust!"

Bloodshot veins bulged in Yue Lianhu's eyes. The excruciating pain in his right shoulder did not make him retreat; instead, it ignited the ruthlessness in his bones.

He slammed a palm against his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood essence.

The Spiritual Qi around his body instantly turned violent, and a pale cyan radiance flowed over his skin, forcibly suppressing the sluggishness in his Spiritual Qi caused by the bullet.

It was obvious that the opponent had activated some kind of Cultivation Technique to boost his combat power.

"Die!"

He tapped his toes, his figure shooting toward Chen Mo like an arrow released from a bowstring. He was even faster than before, churning up air currents along the way.

Relying on his many years of combat experience, Yue Lianhu was certain that the opponent was only skilled in sneak attacks and was by no means a match in a direct confrontation.

As long as he could get close, with his own Cultivation Technique, killing this person would be as easy as slaughtering a pig or a dog.

"You have a death wish!"

Chen Mo's lips curled into a sneer, and the gun barrel in his hand rose again. "Bang! Bang!"

Two green Tier 2 bullets followed one after another, their tips glowing even brighter with Spiritual Qi.

Yue Lianhu swept his left arm holding a blood-patterned short blade, condensing Spiritual Qi into a shield.

But with two crisp "cracks," the Spiritual shield shattered. One bullet was barely blocked by his blood-patterned short blade, while the other embedded itself fiercely into his thigh.

"Armor-piercing!"

"Urgh...!"

Yue Lianhu let out a muffled grunt, but his figure did not stop. Instead, he used the excruciating pain to accelerate, closing the distance to Chen Mo to less than a hundred zhang.

"Still coming?"

Chen Mo's eyes narrowed, his fingers moving in succession, and the gun barrel flashed continuously.

Six green Tier 2 bullets poured out. Yue Lianhu dared not take them head-on and dodged frantically.

Yet four bullets still hit their mark, embedding into his torso and arms.

Blood soaked through his robes, and the Spiritual Qi at his wounds was completely chaotic. Every step forward brought tearing pain.

But the killing intent in Yue Lianhu's eyes grew increasingly intense, revealing a ferocious light.

"Damn thing, I'm going to skin you alive!"

When he was only ten zhang away from Chen Mo, Yue Lianhu suddenly reached out and threw the blood-patterned short blade, aiming straight for his heart.

"Boom!"

The moment the short blade was thrown, a tremendous whistling sound rang out, accompanied by a gust of fierce wind.

With this move, the opponent was determined to kill!

"The ninth shot!"

A sharp glint flashed in Chen Mo's eyes, and he pulled the trigger fiercely.

This bullet seemed faster than all the previous ones, its power almost coalescing into substance.

Yue Lianhu sensed the fatal danger. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late, so he could only gather all his Spiritual Qi in front of him to form a shield.

"Pfft!"

The bullet easily pierced through his body and sank into his heart.

At the same time, Chen Mo reached out and grabbed the blood-patterned short blade that had thrust to his front. The blade still retained Yue Lianhu's warmth, and its sharp edge cut his palm, but he didn't care at all, gripping it tightly with his five fingers.

"You are actually a Mangxu Realm Cultivator too!"

Yue Lianhu's movements froze abruptly. He couldn't help but look down at the bloody hole in his chest, where blood gushed out, carrying away his warm life force along with it.

"Wh... why...?"

He raised his head with difficulty to look at Chen Mo, his eyes filled with unwillingness and resentment.

Chen Mo dropped the blood-patterned short blade and said indifferently, "I clearly said I was only robbing for wealth."

"Why bother? Why bother?"

Yue Lianhu opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. His body went limp, and he fell straight to the ground, completely lifeless.

"Heh! Time to eat!"

Chen Mo quickly stepped forward and opened the bag to take a look, unable to help but feel surprised.

He saw that there were over twenty Storage Pouches with different auras on him, as well as the remains of over twenty male and female Cultivators.

That wasn't all. After rummaging through everything, Chen Mo also found some items belonging to evil Cultivators.

Now he finally understood why the opponent had resisted to the end.

"Sigh, dust to dust, earth to earth."

After burying the remains of the Cultivators, Chen Mo immediately packed up all the miscellaneous items he didn't need and sold them to the System.

[Ding, recycling successful!]

[This recycling earned: 186 top-up points]

Subtracting the consumption of nine green Tier 2 bullets and one white Tier 1 bullet, he made a staggering 140 top-up points from this haul.

You have to know that the Hengtong Caravan only earns forty Spirit Stones in half a year, and when he treats people's illnesses and injuries, he works himself to death for only thirty Spirit Stones a month.

This quarter-hour of beastly behavior was worth four months of diligent work.

"Awesome, simply awesome."

After replenishing his ammunition, Chen Mo continued his stakeout.

Soon, more Cultivators arrived one after another.

[Ding, recycling successful!]

[This recycling earned: 26 top-up points]

[Ding, recycling successful!]

[This recycling earned: 53 top-up points]

[Ding, recycling successful!]

[This recycling earned: 94 top-up points]

The sounds of top-up points arriving chimed continuously, and the smile on Chen Mo's face was so wide it could almost reach the sky.

It was very beastly, but the top-up points really came fast.

Of course, he wasn't purely a beast.

When Chen Mo encountered lower-cultivation Cultivators, he always fired a warning shot into the air, and after checking if they had any particularly valuable items on them, he would let them go.

He had some principles; unless a Cultivator was stubborn, he generally wouldn't take everything, leaving them some scraps.

As for Mangxu Realm Cultivators, it went without saying: as soon as they met, he would serve them a green Tier 2 bullet.

A sneak attack combined with high power often left the opponent heavily injured with the first shot.

If one shot didn't make them behave, he'd use two; if two weren't enough, he'd use four. He guaranteed there were plenty of bullets.

To be prepared for any eventuality, Chen Mo even spent 20 top-up points to buy a blue Tier 3 bullet.

It was a bit expensive, but the power of this bullet was equivalent to a full-force strike from a Middle Stage Mangxu Realm expert.

As for encountering Late Stage Mangxu Realm Cultivators, it was even easier to handle; Chen Mo simply wouldn't show himself and would let them retreat smoothly.

The big fish eats the small fish, and the small fish eats the shrimp, that's all.

However, good Luck doesn't last forever. Once, while he was looting a body, an Early Stage Mangxu Realm Cultivator happened to witness the scene.

Chen Mo raised his gun to shoot, but the other party turned and ran away at full speed.

While running, he shouted loudly.

"Oh no, oh no!"

"Someone is camping the Secret Realm extraction point and has already killed quite a few Fellow Daoists."

Well, shit, the righteous coalition is coming...