Playing inventor in a cultivation world-Chapter 21: Crazy Kid

"Retreat!"

Hissing in pain, Patriarch Nevak ordered his remaining warriors to go back and support the Suho Clan at the front.

’Without being able to eliminate the archer, it is almost impossible to enter through this part.’

He glared at that tall building in the distance, then turned and ran. He quickly led his men back to where the great battle was supposed to be happening.

However, what he saw greatly surprised him. The Suho Clan warriors were almost gone by half, their bodies littering the ground.

’No way... are the Suho warriors weaker than the Moonveil warriors?’

He quickly rushed to the warfront where Matriarch Suho was fighting Patriarch Gomen himself.

The two were locked in a fierce combat, damaging the terrain with their elemental skills and physical strength.

"Nevak! What are you doing here?"

Suho shouted in surprise, seeing his bleeding arm. Wasn’t he supposed to be at the Eastern wall and attack from the inside?

"There’s a hidden archer over there! Let’s just kill this man together."

Nevak said grimly, turning to Gomen who had an angry look on his face.

"You three dare try to suppress my clan? Impudent! Where is your dignity as a clan of the Orchid Province?!"

Suho snapped back. "Shut up! What does a weak clan like you have to say? You’re all just stepping stones for us."

"Heh." Gomen sneered, "Do you think you can win this war? Watch closely... you all will perish here."

He raised his spear, then shouted. "Fire!"

A new set of archers appeared on the walls, carrying what looked like sizable woods. However, these weren’t wood at all. They were the cock-and-shoot guns Seraph had invented, with only the Chief Blacksmith being aware.

After a few hours of training, the warriors of the Moonveil Clan had understood how to use them properly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sounds were distinct, and with each sound bodies fell. The Scota warriors and Suho warriors were caught off guard, unable to defend themselves.

A few immediately created earth walls or water walls, blocking the bullets and surviving. However, these were only the minority.

"This... this is a massacre."

Nevak whispered, his face twisted in rage and grief.

"Arrgghhh! Gomen! I’ll kill you!"

Suho screamed in raw anger, charging straight at the Clan Patriarch again. Suddenly, she heard a whisper.

"R.I.P."

Pew!

A sound, different from the usual, entered her ears at the same time something pierced her heart.

Her vision swayed and tilted, and she fell to the ground, wheezing and groaning in pain. A single shot wasn’t enough to kill a Master Stage cultivator like her, but it was enough to paralyze her.

"This is your end, Suho."

Gomen mercilessly stabbed his spear into her heart, killing her on the spot.

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

Patriarch Nevak shouted, immediately turning back and rushing away from the battlefield.

’The war is lost! Damn it! Where is Tun?!’

As he retreated with his men, he saw the gates open wide and the Moonveil warriors attack them as they retreated.

’Still daring to attack us? Damn it!’

Seeing his warriors die while fleeing, he turned around and threw a water blade at the Moonveil Clan.

Some warriors caught up in the attack were sliced in half. However, one particular warrior with a small stature slid under his attack, striking more Scota warriors with a spear and killing them.

’Ah? Isn’t that... a kid?’

Seeing the white hair, he remembered the other five-ci-aptitude of the Moonveil Clan whom Matriarch Suho wanted.

’Is it him? If I can use him to threaten the Moonveil Clan, I can surely get some benefits to cover my losses.’

His eyes narrowed with calculation, a cunning glint flashed within.

Without hesitation, he turned back and dashed at the kid.

Seeing the Patriarch approach him, Seraph’s smile widened.

"Hm? So that’s your plan after all!"

He grinned, then swung his spear. "Seraphim Spear: First Form—Cyclone."

His spear spun like a grinder, making the man retreat hastily. Seraph didn’t let up and continued attacking, throwing in several attacks at the man without mercy.

Faced with Seraph’s profound skill, Patriarch Nevak was momentarily at a loss. He even forgot that he was stronger than the boy.

This momentary distraction cost him the lives of some of his warriors.

’Damn it! Why am I awed by his skill? I’ll just abduct him!’

Deciding to use his strength, he effortlessly blocked Seraph’s strike, then grabbed at the boy’s neck.

However, like air, the boy leaned back, narrowly escaping the man’s grasp.

’Fast! I still can’t compare to a Master Stage cultivator.’

Seraph was only an Advanced Stage cultivator and could barely resist the Patriarch. He immediately retreated, removing a gun from behind him and pointing it at the man.

"Uncle, you wouldn’t mind being shot, would you?"

Smiling politely, he fired the first shot.

The recoil pushed him back, the bullet striking the man’s already-injured arm.

Patriarch Nevak groaned in pain, his eyes blazing with anger.

"A kid... you dare?!"

He couldn’t believe that a brat could actually be able to injure him.

’Wait! He’s already an Initial Advanced Stage cultivator?! Is this the power of a five-ci-aptitude?! Impossible!’

After checking Seraph with his spiritual sense, he realized the boy’s level of cultivation.

It was shocking, almost making his heart stop. How could a kid below 12 years be at the Advanced Stage already? That was unheard ever since Nevak had been born.

While he was in shock, Seraph’s rainbow eyes glinted coldly. He immediately fired another shot, targeting the injured arm again.

Patriarch Nevak reacted too late, and the bullet struck true.

’If it were ordinary bullets from Earth, they wouldn’t even enter. However, with these special bullets, cultivators can be injured.’

Loading another bullet, Seraph suddenly shifted.

Something grazed his arm, drawing blood immediately. He winced, realizing it was a tiny water blade from Patriarch Nevak.

Still smiling, he said. "You want to bully the weak?"

The next shot he fired struck Nevak’s second arm, making the man growl in anger. Gritting his

teeth, Nevak growled.

"Don’t mind me going all out against you, boy!!!"