Mortal Cultivation

Chapter 95

95 Bu Wenle And The Making Of A Gun Bullets

Not to mention the pellets, Bu Wenle didn’t even know how the pellets could be sent out. All he remembered was that when the trigger was pressed, the bullet was fired with a bang, out of the barrel.

However, after so many years, Bu Wenle has also developed a method to fire the bullet. It was just that this method had been unable to carry out experiments because of his mental damage and unable to mobilize the spiritual power in his body. And for the experiment of this nature being carried out by a mentally unstable person, no one was willing to help him.

Finally one day, Bu Wenle felt in good spirits, and the spiritual power in his body was able to condense and operate. Then he experimented with the results of his research in a jungle of the sect.

Bu Wenle took out a rifle and filled the magazine with bullets. This so-called bullet was just an iron block similar to a bullet, which Bu Wenle made from the iron block based on the appearance of the bullet in his memory.

Underneath the clip wws a spring that pushes the bullet outward and fires one round after another. Bullets were dead chambered, with no gunpowder in them. But how could it be fired without gunpowder?

This was the only result that Bu Wenle had been researching for years but had never experimented with.

He saw that after the magazine was installed, the first bullet in the magazine happened to appear in the gun chamber, and there was a finger-sized space behind the bullet in the gun chamber. On one side of the space was a trapdoor.

After loading the clip, he pulled the valve, revealing a small space behind the bullet, and a small group of spiritual power floated out of Bu Wenle’s body and gathered into the small space, filling the space with it.

Bu Wenle immediately closed the valve again, then took up the gun and aimed at a tree fifty meters away. Hearing a loud “bang”, the bullet was propelled forward instantly, and hit the trunk accurately.

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Awesome! Bu Wenle didn’t expect that the theory that he had studied for so long was actually feasible. He waved his fist and ran to the tree with the gun excitedly. He saw that the bullet was nailed to the tree trunk.

Yes, that’s right. It’s nailed to a tree trunk. It was driven like a nail and did not cause any damage to the tree. The bullet was as deep as the nails, and most of the backside was exposed outside the bark.

Bu Wenle grabbed the bullet and shook it a little, and the bullet fell.

Bu Wenle held the bullet in a daze, the power was too small. How could it be so small? He was afraid that this power could only kill a mouse, and it had to be the kind that was not too big.

Bu Wenle tried a few more shots, but it was still the same, poor power.

There must be something wrong. Bu Wenle returned to the house with questions. Sat at the table and start researching what went wrong.

Bu Wenle took the quill and parchment and wrote the questions one by one on it. This was the experience he had summed up over the years because of his broken mental power. Writing it out was much better than just thinking about it in his head.

Bu Wenle wrote on the paper:

One: The bullets were less powerful.

Two: The launch distance was short.

Reasons:

One: The distance was close, the power was small.

Two: The power was small, so the distance was close.

Three: The above two items were ignored.

Four: The bullet might be too heavy.

Five: The explosive force might be insufficient and the thrust was small.

Six: The bullet might not be sharp enough.

Seven: If one could think of it, then solve the previous problem first.

Possible methods:

One: The bullet was too heavy.

Try shortening the length by a third.

Two: Insufficient explosive force and small thrust.

It was related to the compression of spiritual power, and there was no way to solve it at present.

It was related to the force on the rear buttocks of the bullet. Increase the force surface and make it into a concave shape to try.

Three: The bullet was not sharp enough.

Make the head of the bullet more pointed.

Make the head of the bullet into a triangular pyramid shape.

Best conclusion: The length of the bullet was reduced by one-third, the head was made into a triangular pyramid shape, and the rear end was made concave.

Following his own conclusions, Bu Wenle immediately started making it in the house. After so many years of research and production of guns, Bu Wenle’s yurt was about to become a blacksmith’s shop.

Fortunately, no one lived around, and those who lived there moved out early. Martial cultivators would be distracted by any tinkling noise at every turn. Everyone needed to cultivate, and tranquility was the first element.

Two hours later, a box of thirty newly researched bullets was ready.

Bu Wenle refitted the magazine again, then filled it with bullets, looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction.

Back in the previous jungle, Bu Wenle picked up the gun, and with the detonation of spiritual power, the bullet left the chamber instantly. The speed was many times faster than before, and Bu Wenle didn’t even feel the trajectory of the bullet.

Bu Wenle ran to the tree, searched for a long time, and finally found a small hole in a crack in the bark. Bu Wenle felt it with his spiritual power. The small hole was deep, but it didn’t penetrate the trunk of the big tree. Judging from the size of the hole, it was indeed a bullet.

Bu Wenle was very excited when he saw the power of the improved bullet, and almost burst into tears. Finally succeeded, almost ten years later, he finally had the fighting power again.

Suddenly, an idea flashed across Bu Wenle’s mind. Yes, go to the forest to find a monster to test its power. Thinking of this, Bu Wenle put the gun in his space ring and walked out of the city.

The northern part of Xuanbing City was not far from the virgin forest, and it was also a place where monsters were concentrated, because the further north was the extremely cold area of ??ice and snow. These monsters existed as guardian monsters in the extremely cold regions of ice and snow. So the number was not only large, but the magic was also very powerful.

However, in the extremely cold region of ice and snow, there were more powerful monsters. But this was not the main reason for the existence of Guardian demons. Just because in the north of the ice and snow extreme cold region, there was a huge peninsula extending from the mainland.

This was the territory of the Dragon Demon Clan, and it was also the Holy Land of the Demon Clan. Including the powerful monsters in the extremely cold regions of ice and snow, the monsters in the periphery of these holy places were considered the guardians of holy places.

Said to be a peninsula, in fact, there was only one glacier with a width of no more than two kilometers as a bridge between the peninsula and the mainland. And this peninsula was the extreme north of the entire Sacred Spirit Continent, one of the six major regions.

Due to the special geographical location of the extreme north, the light of Chi Lingxing couldn’t shine there, and it had been in darkness for many years. From the moment he entered the glacier road, he entered the eternal darkness and the territory of the Dragon Demon Clan. Judging from historical records, no human had ever dared to venture into the extreme north.

When Bu Wenle walked to the north gate of Xuanbing City, it was almost dark, so Bu Wenle had to go to the old shop of the Lin family. The meat buns sold here were delicious and well-known far and near, and they are the only one with no branches. The Lin family’s old shop had a large facade and was integrated with food and lodging. So Bu Wenle stayed at the old shop of the Lin family.

Early the next morning, Bu Wenle went out of the north gate and entered the virgin forest. Bu Wenle didn’t dare to go deep, and only wandered around the periphery of the forest. He just wanted to fight a few low-level monsters and try the power of the gun. If it went too deep, it was too dangerous with his current ability.

Just as Bu Wenle was looking for the traces of the monsters, he suddenly heard the voice of human beings calling for help. Bu Wenle was startled, and it sounded like there was a child. There were many human tribes hunting outside the forest, but he had never heard of anyone taking their children out to hunt.

Bu Wenle looked for the source of the voice and searched for it carefully. In the distance, he saw a few people in the forest running desperately from a distance of more than hundred meters in front of them. Looking at the costumes, they were not from the tribe, and there was also a woman holding a child in her arms.