Immortal after a Hundred Reincarnations

Bai Ling, while controlling the Trapping Array, glanced gratefully at Xu Lei and Qing Lian.

"Who are you? Why are you going to such lengths for Bai Ling?"

The Old Daoist Nun spoke up, addressing Xu Lei. "You must be captivated by her beauty, aren’t you?

I can see you’re young, yet you’re able to launch such powerful attacks. Your Magical Power must be considerable.

You have immense potential to attain the Dao!

Why are you willing to waste so much of your Magical Power attacking me for Bai Ling’s sake?

Are you going to squander your Magical Power and your potential all for a woman, all for a pretty face?

Young man, you are so foolish."

After all, firearms were still a rarity in this world.

She was naturally unaware of this and assumed Xu Lei had used some Dharma Gate, firing a single bullet with his Magical Power.

Of course, Xu Lei didn’t deign to respond.

He just kept reloading and firing.

"Do you intend to fight me until we’re both completely spent?"

The Old Daoist Nun retorted fiercely, "Fine! Then I’ll fight you to the bitter end!

Even with this broken body, taking down a Dao Seed like you will be worth it!"

But Xu Lei, expressionless, wasted no words and simply continued to fire.

Xu Lei had thought it would take some time to wear her down this way.

But unexpectedly, Bai Ling suddenly unleashed a Flying Sword, sending it hurtling toward the Old Daoist Nun.

The blade sliced into the Old Daoist Nun’s ankle.

The Old Daoist Nun winced in pain.

The Old Daoist Nun had been focused solely on defending against Xu Lei’s bullets.

After all, his assault was ferocious and relentless, like a raging storm.

She had never encountered such a powerful and sustained barrage, forcing her to dedicate all her attention to defense.

But Bai Ling’s sudden sneak attack with her Flying Sword was surprisingly vicious!

This had to be Bai Ling’s ultimate move; her Flying Sword was usually not this formidable.

The Old Daoist Nun couldn’t help but let out a wretched scream as her body faltered and slumped to one side.

Her black, umbrella-shaped Magical Artifact seemed to require being held to unleash its power.

As her body listed, Xu Lei leaped sideways again, landing behind and to the side of the Old Daoist Nun.

As he jumped, Qing Lian clung to him from behind, her arms wrapped around his waist and chest.

During the leap, her soft form pressed tightly against his back.

Xu Lei once again unleashed a frantic barrage of bullets.

Before the Old Daoist Nun could react, the bullets came whistling toward her.

The Old Daoist Nun’s Magical Power surged outward in a concussive wave, stopping the bullets and trapping them in midair.

But just then, from the other side, Bai Ling’s Flying Sword came streaking toward the Old Daoist Nun once more.

The Old Daoist Nun hastily maneuvered her own Flying Sword to block it.

Her focus was now split between defending against attacks from two directions.

The Old Daoist Nun couldn’t hold out for long.

By the time Xu Lei unleashed his tenth volley of bullets,

the Old Daoist Nun’s defense faltered.

Xu Lei’s bullets slammed directly into her, riddling her body like a sieve. With a final, wretched scream, she died on the spot.

Xu Lei was stunned.

So were Qing Lian and Bai Ling.

They had all thought the Old Daoist Nun would be able to hold out longer before being worn down and killed.

They hadn’t expected it to be over so quickly.

Xu Lei guessed that the Old Daoist Nun had been thrown off by Bai Ling’s attack.

Her defense against him had faltered, even if just for a moment.

Plus, he had advanced a few steps closer.

The closer the range of the barrage, the greater the power of the bullets.

The Old Daoist Nun probably hadn’t anticipated that and had misjudged the bullets’ power.

That was why Xu Lei had managed to land the final blow.

Meanwhile, the Old Daoist Nun’s son was still in a state of shock.

He hadn’t lifted a finger to help his mother.

He had assumed his mother was more than capable of handling Bai Ling and Xu Lei’s group.

After all, Bai Ling and Xu Lei were both quite young.

He had been single-mindedly focused on conserving his Magical Power for his own path to attaining the Dao and his pursuit of immortality.

But he never expected that his own mother would actually be killed by Bai Ling and Xu Lei.

And so, the son was completely dumbfounded.

Of course, he quickly snapped out of it. After crying out "Mother!" in anguish, he immediately channeled his Magical Power and commanded his Flying Sword.

He also tried to grab his mother’s large black umbrella.

But Bai Ling gave him no such chance. Her Flying Sword whistled through the air.

Slashing toward him.

It forced him to retract his hand.

Then, Bai Ling snatched the large black umbrella for herself.

At the same time, Xu Lei had reloaded.

He took aim at the young man and pulled the trigger, firing another volley.

The young man’s Cultivation was still somewhat lacking.

He barely managed to withstand two volleys before his defenses crumbled.

Before Xu Lei could fire again,

Bai Ling’s Flying Sword lopped off his head with a single strike.

"That went more smoothly than I expected," Xu Lei couldn’t help but remark afterward.

"It seems any ordinary Cultivator who doesn’t retreat from the Shotgun is just asking to die!" Qing Lian exclaimed.

"This Shotgun is truly formidable. To be so powerful without using any Magical Power..." Bai Ling couldn’t help but add, "This kind of weapon... I only ever saw something like it once, years ago, with my mas—"

But she cut herself off.

Xu Lei didn’t say anything either.

Next, the group looted the bodies of the mother and son.

They found a Small Qiankun Cloth Bag on the Old Daoist Nun’s body.

The young man had one as well.

However, the Old Daoist Nun’s Qiankun Cloth Bag didn’t have many valuable items left.

The young man’s, on the other hand, held quite a lot, including two Little Demon Cores that hadn’t been fully refined.

Aside from those, there were also some Talismans, a Flying Sword, and other miscellaneous items.

Naturally, the three of them divided the spoils.

The Flying Sword and the large black umbrella went to Bai Ling.

Qing Lian only took one Little Demon Core.

Xu Lei also took one Little Demon Core, along with the two Small Qiankun Cloth Bags.

After all, the Qiankun Cloth Bags were useful to Xu Lei; he could use them to carry more explosives or bullets.

"Thank you, both of you."

Bai Ling said, "I definitely wouldn’t have succeeded without you!"