Pay-to-Win Cultivation: I Get 10,000x Returns

Chapter 250: Eat My Brother’s Bang-Bang Cannon

Nangong Yao suppressed the turmoil churning in her gut, her expression twisting into a sneer of deepened mockery.

“Save your breath. Today, the Yunmiao Sect falls! You will all become fodder for my puppet army.”

She shifted her gaze to Li Fuxi, noting the slight dip in the swordswoman’s aura. “Hmph. How much longer can you keep this up? You are an arrow at the end of its flight.”

Li Fuxi’s face remained as tranquil as a still lake. She didn’t dignify the taunt with a response. Instead, she simply flipped her slender hand. A pill radiating a clear, medicinal fragrance appeared at her fingertips and was swallowed in a single smooth motion.

Boom.

In the next instant, the spiritual pressure around her body, which had shown signs of waning, surged back to its peak at a speed visible to the naked eye. The Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth rushed toward her like a whirlpool, refilling her reserves instantly.

Nangong Yao’s face turned an ugly shade of green.

Damn it! Again? What grade is that recovery pill? That effect is completely unnatural!

A new round of fierce confrontation erupted!

Li Fuxi’s sword momentum remained as sharp and majestic as ever, showing zero signs of exhaustion. The longer Nangong Yao fought, the more alarmed and anxious she became. She had personally witnessed Li Fuxi swallow two of those miraculous pills, maintaining a perpetual state of peak combat readiness.

Unable to break Li Fuxi’s defense, Nangong Yao finally lost her patience. She split her focus, commanding the puppet army below to attack the Yunmiao Sect’s second defensive array at all costs.

As long as the formation shattered and the sect’s core was exposed, she could unleash even greater chaos and slaughter.

Below, the pressure on Acting Sect Leader Wang Ya multiplied instantly. The cultivators he led had already suffered heavy casualties. Facing the increasingly frenzied puppet onslaught, their defensive line was crumbling, unable to cover all fronts.

If not for Liu Qingxuan continuously distributing high-grade healing pills like candy to keep everyone standing, the line would have collapsed long ago.

Right at this moment, a streak of light tore across the distant horizon, approaching at breakneck speed.

A Custom Flying Boat roared into view. At the bow stood a graceful figure, her robes fluttering in the wind—it was Lin Yinyin.

She had just returned from the minor world of the Great Liang Kingdom. Receiving the sect’s urgent summons en route, she had pushed the engines to their limit.

From afar, she saw the dark clouds pressing down on the Yunmiao Sect and the evil Qi piercing the sky. As she drew closer, the color drained from her face.

She saw her master locked in a fierce duel with a terrifying enemy, and chaos reigning on the mountain below.

Her gaze swept the battlefield and instantly locked onto the figure radiating the most intense malice in mid-air.

Nangong Yao?

Lin Yinyin’s heart skipped a beat. “Ah! It’s Brother’s nemesis!”

Almost simultaneously, Nangong Yao spotted Lin Yinyin.

When enemies meet, eyes blaze with hatred. This was especially true for Nangong Yao upon seeing Lin Yinyin. She remembered how this girl had willingly offered herself to help Zhang Xian advance his cultivation, leading to Nangong Yao’s defeat years ago.

What a loving couple!

The hatred in Nangong Yao’s heart ignited into an inferno. “Another one of Zhang Xian’s women! You’ve come just in time to die!”

With a thought, Nangong Yao commanded the puppet of Xing Jie—currently entangled with Inspector Zhiyin—to disengage.

Xing Jie’s figure abruptly turned, transforming into a mournful streak of golden light that shot straight toward Lin Yinyin on the flying boat.

“Yinyin, look out!” Li Fuxi cried out in alarm. She tried to intercept, but Nangong Yao blocked her path with a vicious, sneering laugh.

“I’ll kill this little slut first!”

Lin Yinyin stood at the bow, watching the golden light rush toward her face. Her heart jumped. What is that?

Startled but not panicked, she didn’t waste time thinking. She immediately activated the Earth-element talisman Zhang Xian had given her for self-defense.

Clang!

An incredibly thick, earth-yellow light shield condensed instantly, barely blocking Xing Jie’s desperate, suicidal pounce.

Only then did Lin Yinyin see the attacker’s face clearly. She gasped.

“It’s you? You old witch? Aren’t you dead? Sect Leader Wang Ya called me back for your funeral! Why are you pulling a zombie act?”

Li Fuxi’s anxious voice transmitted into her ear. “Yinyin, be careful! That is a Flesh and Blood Puppet refined by Nangong Yao! She is here for revenge!”

Lin Yinyin’s gaze sharpened. She spotted the mechanical structure exposed at Xing Jie’s severed arm and the hollow deadness in her eyes.

“Oh, so you are dead,” Lin Yinyin realized, her expression shifting from shock to determination. “Then get wrecked!”

She let out a sharp cry, a spirit sword materializing in her hand. The [Yunmiao Sword Scripture] circulated instantly.

As if the heavy waters of the Ninth Heaven were pouring down, a torrent of bone-chilling sword intent slammed into the puppet.

Xing Jie’s movements became sluggish as a thick layer of profound ice rapidly encased her, forcibly freezing her solid in mid-air.

The exchange happened in a flash of lightning. Nangong Yao’s eyelids twitched.

What is going on? That little girl clearly only has a Golden Core aura. How could she subdue a Nascent Soul-level puppet in a single move?

However, the true shock was yet to come.

Lin Yinyin slapped the railing of her ship and shouted with cheerful, bubbly enthusiasm:

“Eat my Brother’s Bang-Bang Cannon!”

The armored plating on the side of the Custom Flying Boat slid back with a mechanical hiss, revealing a pitch-black, menacing cannon muzzle. It swiveled precisely, locking onto the frozen Xing Jie puppet.

Light gathered rapidly at the muzzle, emitting a low, heart-palpitating energy hum that vibrated through the air.

Vrrrrr—PWONG!

A pillar of blazing, pure white spiritual energy erupted from the barrel.

BOOM!!

The frozen Xing Jie didn’t even have a chance to struggle. Caught in the destructive beam, she was instantly vaporized at the molecular level. Not a scrap of flesh, bone, or metal remained.

The terrifying shockwave expanded like a hurricane, silencing the entire battlefield for a heartbeat.

Everyone stared, stunned by this sudden, terrifying weapon. What was that thing?

Only Zhiyin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, though her heart ached for the cost. When she customized this flying boat for Zhang Xian, she had specifically researched and configured this type of spiritual energy cannon. Its power was comparable to a full-force strike from an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

But the price…

Charging a single shot costs 50,000 High Grade Spirit Stones.

That was essentially the entire net worth of a poor Nascent Soul cultivator, fired in a single second.

Having succeeded with one strike, Lin Yinyin beamed, pumping her small fist excitedly.

“Brother’s cannon is amazing! Master, move aside, I’ll give her a shot too!”

On the flying boat, a second cannon muzzle began to rotate slowly. It flashed with the dangerous light of charging energy, locking onto Nangong Yao.

Seeing Lin Yinyin easily resolve the powerful enemy, Li Fuxi felt a wave of relief. She knew that although Lin Yinyin was only at the eighth level of the Golden Core, she possessed a Heaven-grade cultivation method and was decked out in Top Grade Spirit Treasures. Her actual combat power was already rivaling a Nascent Soul cultivator.

With the assistance of this flying boat, the tide of battle had turned.

Li Fuxi spun gracefully, her sword momentum shifting from offense to defense. She wove layers of water curtains to completely absorb Nangong Yao’s attacks, pinning her down to create an opening for Lin Yinyin.

Lin Yinyin, sensing the advantage, didn’t hesitate. The second cannon was charged.

Hum!

Another beam of destruction tore through the air, heading straight for Nangong Yao.

Nangong Yao was furious. She was forced to divide her attention, condensing a purple-black light shield to block the incoming fire.

BANG!

The cannon fire exploded against the shield. Although it didn’t break her defense, the impact shook her to the core, causing her Qi and blood to roil.

She was horrified. This shot can’t kill me, but if she aims that at the ground… my puppet army will be obliterated.

To her dismay, she saw the first cannon muzzle on the flying boat swiveling down toward the dense clusters of puppets below. It was recharging rapidly. Judging by the speed, it would be ready to fire again in 30 breaths.

These two rapid-fire, high-yield cannons were enough to completely reverse the war on the ground.

Watching Nangong Yao’s face turn an ugly shade of gray, Lin Yinyin let out a light breath and patted her chest, feigning nonchalance.

“Phew! You scared me to death. I thought some incredible Great Demon had arrived. Turns out it’s just Brother’s loser ex-enemy.”

She leaned over the railing, grinning like a chaos gremlin.

“Hey! I wonder how many shots from my flying boat your scrappy little puppets can take?”

Nangong Yao gnashed her teeth, her eyes bulging with rage.

“You little slut! Damn you!!”