Then all my cultivation as an immortal has been for nothing?

Chapter 13, I've decided to grind you out.
After lunch, Wang Yi took the opportunity to go to the restroom to check the battery reading.

The ellipsis has shortened! It's gone from six dots to three dots!
Looking at it this way, the charging isn't fully complete yet. After the basic firearms course ends, I'll practice on the training machine for a few more hours to try and get rid of all the ellipses and see how many decimal places it actually has.

Then we can estimate how long it will take to fully charge.

Wang Yi suddenly realized that he had subconsciously been calling the gas being charged into the plug-in "electricity," since the icon was a battery.

Before figuring out the details of the "golden finger" (a powerful, albeit unseen, ability), we need to prepare other ways to deal with crises, since we never know when we might face danger like we did yesterday.

Wang Yi reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a Walther PPK pistol.

According to Elsa, if a firearm is aimed accurately, a single hit can severely injure a weak demonic cultivator.

Wang Yi doesn't yet know how frequently weak demonic cultivators infiltrate the human dimension, or whether he'll encounter them, but it's always good to be prepared.

Elsa said that once all the indoor close combat courses are completed, one can be issued live ammunition and become a "gun-wielding monk".

At that time, you would have one more option when facing a crisis.

He pulled the slide, pretended to hold the gun, and then looked at himself in the mirror—he looked quite presentable.

Just then, Pang Jianming, who was also in the early stage of Qi Refining, entered the restroom and immediately saw Wang Yi admiring himself in front of the sink: "Oh, you chose a Walther PPK? A reasonable choice. I heard your strength is only 0.6, so you really can't shoot guns with greater recoil."

Wang Yi looked at Pang Jianming. More than the mockery he had just received, he wanted to know more about cultivation, so he asked, "Are you almost at the mid-stage of Qi Refining?"

"Yes, not only that, my five dimensions are growing very fast. I estimate that after injecting the elixir and overcoming the bottleneck, I will be able to directly reach the E-level standard and join an E-level team to participate in field missions."

Pang Jianming raised his head, making no attempt to hide his pride.

"I will quickly earn points and obtain top-tier natural treasures. Once I reach the Great Perfection of the mid-stage of Qi Refining, I will be able to inject the best spiritual medicine to enter the late stage of Qi Refining. At that time, I will become a D-level cultivator and take on more dangerous and higher-rewarding missions."

"That way, the snowball will start rolling, and I will become stronger and stronger, leaving you, with your spiritual root of only 22, behind."

Wang Yi: "I see. This approach is worth learning from."

"Learn from others? It will take you five years to reach the mid-stage of Qi Refining. By then, I will be at an unknown level. You can only look up to my ideas; don't even think about learning from them."

Wang Yi frowned and retorted, "Didn't your master say that being too arrogant will cause your Dao heart to collapse? I'm afraid you'll become a demonic cultivator before you even climb to a high position and be killed by your master."

"Hmph." Pang Jianming snorted and turned to leave the restroom.

A few seconds later he came back, exchanged a glance with Wang Yi, awkwardly scurried into the cubicle, and slammed the door shut.

Good grief, how come some people are so pretentious that they've even forgotten to poop?

Wang Yi muttered to himself, "What if I poop in my pants and my Dao heart collapses, turning me into a demonic cultivator—a shit demonic cultivator?"

As he thought about it, he shoved the Walther PPK pistol into its concealed holster, straightened his clothes, and prepared for his first firearms lesson.

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"New recruits, come over here. I'll teach you how to disassemble and assemble your sidearm individually." Instructor Zhang, who teaches basic firearms, has a loud voice. "The rest of you, start shooting. Fire 200 rounds to get a feel for it."

Wang Yi was shocked: "Two hundred shots?"

It is said that the US military usually fires only 1000 rounds of ammunition a year during training. Isn't it a bit too audacious to fire one-fifth of the US military's training volume in one afternoon?
Instructor Zhang: "You are cultivators, you can absolutely handle this amount of training. Don't be like those mortals whose hands become red and swollen after firing 100 shots!"

Then Instructor Zhang realized that it was Wang Yi who was speaking, so he pointed at him and said, "Come here, I'll give you some private lessons."

At this moment, Pang Jianming had already entered the cubicle, put on his headphones, and started shooting repeatedly.

The sidearm he chose was the Taran Tactical TTI Viper, the same one used by the protagonist Zhang Weike in the movie John Wick.

Wang Yi glanced at the others and noticed that the men had mostly chosen the Viper in the Taran tactic—exactly the same as Elsa had said.

Most of the ladies chose the smaller Type 54 or Walter PPK.

Instructor Zhang saw through his thoughts and said, "It's important to act according to your ability. Many people choose the TTI Viper but don't play well, and they're too embarrassed to switch guns, so they're stuck in this predicament."

"Take out your sidearm."

Wang Yi drew his sidearm and placed it on the table.

“The Walter PPK has a very compact and simple structure,” Instructor Zhang said. “Take it apart following the video.”

Wang Yi had already watched the video of disassembling the PPK yesterday, and upon hearing the order, he immediately picked up the gun and expertly disassembled it into parts.

"Pack it up," the instructor ordered again.

While recalling the content of yesterday's video, Wang Yi reassembled the gun from its parts.

"Very good, this is the Walther PPK, a gun that even a beginner can learn to disassemble and assemble by watching videos. Do you know what the significance is for a gunslinger to learn how to assemble a gun?"

By this time, the gunfire from the shooting range was deafening, like firecrackers, and Wang Yi almost missed Instructor Zhang's question. He thought for a moment and replied, "To compete with Jackie Chan in assembling rifles?"

"Do you think you're funny?" Instructor Zhang retorted coldly, shutting down Wang Yi's banter. "It's for the sake of constant maintenance to reduce the failure rate and for quick troubleshooting on the battlefield. When fighting demonic cultivators, even a weak one could be killed by a malfunctioning weapon. Once you're corrupted by a demonic cultivator, there's no going back! Even a Nascent Soul stage expert can't do anything about it!"

Wang Yi glanced at Elsa and asked cautiously, "Is it common for weak demonic cultivators to infiltrate the human dimension?"

“That’s right. Some extremely weak demonic cultivators don’t even have the ability to live outside the human dimension. They can only hide under the protection of the Nine Cauldrons. They have also formed secret societies and have underground trading markets,” Elsa said. “Most of the E-level field missions are to sweep up these hidden demonic cultivators. After you have basic combat capabilities, I will also take you to participate in such missions for training.”

Underground trading market—Wang Yi instantly thought of many common plot points in online novels.

Instructor Zhang cleared his throat, trying to re-attract Wang Yi's attention: "Next, I'll teach you how to maintain firearms."

He operated his phone, and the vending machine next to him dispensed a PPK pistol. The instructor picked it up, and with a few deft movements of one hand, disassembled the gun into parts, which he then laid out on the table.

Then the vending machine dispensed two toolboxes. The instructor took them, placed one in front of himself, and handed the other to Wang Yi: "Look carefully, and you'll have to do it yourself later—you don't need to disassemble the gun with one hand. This will be your daily homework from now on. As long as you are careful enough and respectful when maintaining it, your gun might even develop a spirit."

A spirit of a weapon?
Wang Yi: "Then it can automatically hit the enemy?"

"That depends on how powerful the weapon spirit is. Newly formed weapon spirits generally can't do that. In order for your weapon to develop a powerful weapon spirit, you must take good care of it. Now watch carefully!" Instructor Zhang began to demonstrate the steps for maintaining the weapon.

Wang Yi was very confident in his memory. He could remember it after reading it once, so he opened his toolbox and tried to imitate it.

Instructor Zhang watched him complete the task and said, "Very good. You are the most efficient student I have ever seen. Remember, you must be meticulous, especially when applying the lubricant. Whether the lubrication is adequate affects the chance of the problem jamming."

"Now take your weapon and come with me. We'll use position number 20. I'll teach you basic standing shooting."

Wang Yi, carrying a gun, followed Instructor Zhang, who was also holding a PPK pistol, to position number 20.

"First is the way you hold the gun. Remember, never put your index finger inside the trigger guard before you fire—you did a great job."

"Just kidding," Wang Yi thought. "When I'm surfing the internet, I often complain about those female cosplayers who can't hold a gun because of their 'golden fingers.' How could I possibly make the same mistake?"

Instructor Zhang stepped forward and personally adjusted Wang Yi's gun-holding posture.

"Remember this feeling. Shooting isn't difficult. As you practice more, you'll develop your own habits, and then you can improvise as you like. I'll also teach you the Mozambique shooting method."

The instructor operated the machine next to the scaffold and took out a box of bullets.

"Now, learn to play the upper part with me."

Next, Wang Yi followed the instructor and learned all the basic operations of the firearm, including loading, chambering, and unloading.

Then, under the instructor's supervision, he repeated this series of operations twenty times.

At this moment, Pang Jianming's voice rang out: "Report, I've fired 200 rounds."

"I've finished playing too," someone said defiantly.

"Very good, now let's move on to moving target shooting." The instructor looked at Wang Yi, "The new recruits will also shoot with everyone. We don't expect you to hit anything, the main thing is to get used to the feeling of shooting. You can also practice loading and clearing obstacles during the shooting process. Now I will release the target, and you can fire after loading."

As he spoke, Instructor Zhang manipulated his phone, and the human-shaped target at the shooting range quickly retracted and disappeared. Immediately afterward, something resembling a bat flew out of the window on the left side of the shooting range.

Upon seeing the cultivators waiting in their positions, the thing let out a shriek and charged forward, only to be blocked by something invisible.

Wang Yi noticed that when the "bat" was blocked, runes lit up in the shooting range.

Some kind of barrier?

Instructor Zhang looked at Wang Yi and explained to him, "This is a very common monster in the Animal Realm, the Gray-winged Bat. We have established a ranch in the Animal Realm to raise them and regularly supply them to novice cultivators for moving target shooting training."

Can it still be like this?
Instructor: "When mindless monsters see weak cultivators like you, they will instinctively attack. Devouring you will greatly increase their cultivation and help them develop intelligence sooner. The same applies to the Gray-Winged Bats."

"Firearms without spirits do not contain energy, and monsters without intelligence cannot sense their threat. Even if they are shot and killed by firearms, they will not know what happened. They will keep rushing over like this."

As the instructors explained, even more "bats"—gray-winged bats—flew into the firing range through the "windows," their shrill cries creating a chilling atmosphere.

They kept rushing towards the cultivators, only to be constantly blocked by the barrier.

Some monks who had finished loading their weapons began firing.

The "bats" kept getting hit by bullets; even pistol bullets could shatter them instantly. Wang Yi didn't know whether to marvel at the monster's weakness or the power of firearms.

Instructor Zhang: "You can start too."

Wang Yi nodded, and following the instructor's instructions, took bullets out of the box, loaded them into the magazine, inserted them into the gun, pulled the slide to chamber a round, and aimed.

Aiming at the wildly flying gray-winged bats was too difficult for a novice, so Wang Yi just took a quick aim and pulled the trigger.

The first shot produced a recoil greater than Wang Yi had imagined, causing the PPK's muzzle to bounce upwards.

Instructor: "Keep your arm steady. Remember the way I just taught you to generate power. If you can't even shoot steadily with a PPK, then I can only suggest that you give up firearms and choose a crossbow as your sidearm."

Wang Yi steadied the gun again, took a deep breath, and fired, following the instructions the instructor had given him.

This time, the muzzle rise was significantly reduced.

"Very good, fire rapidly, get used to the firearm while shooting."

"Yes," Wang Yi replied, and began firing rapidly.

Because the cultivators in the 20 positions were all firing at their chosen targets, Wang Yi had no way of knowing whether he had hit a target or not, so he just opened fire indiscriminately.

After emptying a magazine, the pistol slide is put into bolt hold-open position.

Wang Yi took out the magazine and began loading ammunition.

He glanced subconsciously at the battery icon on his wrist and noticed a faint new pattern next to the faint one that appeared after he killed "Skinny Monkey" yesterday. It looked like a symbol that had evolved from a bat.

Ok?
What do you mean?
Did I just fire wildly and by sheer luck kill some Graywing or something, and that's how this symbol appeared?
Does that mean if I kill enough of these bats, I can make this symbol fully appear and then gain some benefit?

Wang Yi's interest grew even stronger. He looked up at the weak monster repeatedly crashing into the barrier in the shooting range and decided to verify his conjecture.

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