Offering my divine power to break my karma

Ling looked up in shock at Fu Rongchuan in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief and surprise.

I thought it was great to be able to learn a set of exquisite marksmanship from this senior repairman, but I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to inherit his mantle.

Ling took a deep breath and suppressed the excitement in his heart. Ling bowed and saluted Fu Rongchuan deeply, and said sincerely:

"Senior, your spear skills are exquisite. If you don't despise my stupidity, I would be more than happy to inherit your legacy."

Seeing Ling's sincere attitude, Fu Rongchuan nodded with satisfaction.

Fu Rongchuan stretched out his right hand, and a book full of ancient atmosphere appeared in his hand.

Fu Rongchuan waved his right hand gently, and the book flew towards Ling and stopped steadily in front of Ling. Ling took it, but did not open it. Instead, he thanked him respectfully.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior. I will definitely study hard."

"Ah."

Fu Rongchuan nodded, and satisfaction flashed in his eyes again.

Holding the book tightly in his hand, Ling pursed his lips, raised his eyes, and said sincerely:

"Since I am going to inherit your legacy, could you please tell me your name?"

Hearing Ling's words, Fu Rongchuan smiled faintly and said:

"My name is Lu Jinhua."

"Girl, you have a very good character. Practice well. I look forward to seeing you again."

After saying this, before Zero could react, the other party disappeared from the spot.

zero:"!!!!!!"

Aaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zero's eyes widened in shock and excitement, and his mouth opened into an O shape.

What did the senior say his name was?

Lu Jinhua? Lu Jinhua! Lu Jinhua Lu Jinhua Lu Jinhua!

Ling is a very reserved person. Normally, she won't have exaggerated expressions on her face unless she can't help it.

And now, Zero really couldn't help but feel shocked.

The senior just said that his name is Lu Jinhua, Lu Jinhua.

A gun cultivator, a gun cultivator named Lu Jinhua.

Zero could only think of one person who appeared on the battlefield thousands of years ago and whose spear skills were so amazing...

That is the legendary one, the strongest independent cultivator and the idol of independent cultivators.

The first emperor who unified the mortal world, the Great Emperor of Mankind.

Lu Jinhua, the gun god who created his own heaven-defying gun technique and ascended to heaven after practicing for a hundred years.

As a gun repairer, it was hard for Zero not to worship the legendary gun god. And now, not only did Zero see the gun god, but he was also able to inherit the gun god's mantle. It was hard for Zero not to be shocked and excited.

Although I regretted not being able to chat with my idol for a few more minutes and not being able to see his true face, my idol said before he left that he was looking forward to seeing me again.

Huh, calm down, you have to stay calm and don’t go crazy.

After calming down, Ling looked at the air around him and felt a little lost. In addition to feeling lost, he also had many doubts in his heart.

For example, why did I enter the illusion? Was it Senior Gun God who pulled me in?

For example, why did the Gun God choose to use Fu Rongchuan's body? And why did Fu Rongchuan look exactly like his cheap master?

There were many questions in Zero's mind that remained unanswered, and suddenly he felt dizzy and lost consciousness.

When Ling regained consciousness, she had left the illusion and was standing in the center of a magnificent but empty palace.

Looking down at the red robes on his body, Zero looked a little dazed. He took two steps subconsciously, and the lump of flesh between his legs that he was almost used to was gone. The bearded rough man Zero turned back into the cold masked beauty Zero.

Zero: It's just... quite dazed.

After coming to his senses, Ling raised his right hand. The book in his hand, which exuded an ancient atmosphere, proved that his experiences of accidentally entering an illusion, becoming a man, meeting the ancient general Fu Rongchuan who looked exactly like his cheap master, being taught marksmanship by the gun god who possessed Fu Rongchuan's body, and finally inheriting the gun god's mantle were all true.

Zero: dazed, surprised, delighted...

He touched the book in his hand with care, then put it away.

Ling glanced at the entire palace. The palace was very large and very... well, magnificent. Not only was it glittering with gold, it was also as bright as day. The key point was that it was not illuminated by candles, but by night-shining pearls that emitted soft white light, each of which was as big as a fist.

Just one word: Hao!

Ling was standing in the center of the palace at this time. Directly behind him was the tightly closed palace gate, and not far in front of him were white marble steps. On the top of the steps lay a domineering and majestic golden dragon throne.

There was clearly no one on the dragon throne, but Ling felt that there was a kind of pressure from the dragon throne that made people dare not despise it, and even couldn't help but surrender.

Ling lowered his eyes and stopped staring at the dragon throne in front of him.

Ling walked around the palace for a few times and found that there was a ban on the palace gate, so he couldn't open it. There was no place to leave the palace.

Since he couldn't leave the palace for the time being, Ling simply sat down and began to meditate.

A quarter of an hour later, Ling suddenly opened his eyes and looked sharply at the dragon throne in front of him...

Then, Ling suddenly saw Lu Jiayao sitting on the dragon throne holding a nine-tailed white fox.

zero:"……"

Lu Jiayao: “?”

Meeting Lu Jiayao's confused eyes, Ling twitched his mouth speechlessly, and the look in his eyes when he looked at the familiar nine-tailed white fox in Lu Jiayao's arms was also somewhat subtle.

Lu Jiayao, who didn't know how she suddenly found herself sitting on the dragon throne, blinked in confusion, and then blinked again. When she came to her senses, she lowered her head and saw her senior sister sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hall.

The two sisters were one on top and one on the bottom, one sitting high on the dragon throne and the other sitting cross-legged on the ground. Seeing the scene in front of them, Lu Jiayao subconsciously imitated her father and said something.

"I love you!"

zero:"……"

Lu Jiayao: “!”

Ahhh! What on earth did I say? !

On the dragon throne, Lu Jiayao was holding the nine-tailed white fox, and her toes were so embarrassed that she almost dug out a magic castle. And the beloved Ling, who was sitting in the center of the palace, sighed helplessly and stood up silently.

Ling stood up and stepped onto the steps, preparing to take a rest on the dragon throne. However, when Ling was about to approach the dragon throne, a resistance held him in place, preventing him from moving forward at all.

Zero paused, frowned, and tried to move forward, but the resistance was still there. Zero blinked, took a step back, and successfully took a step back without any resistance.

Ling raised an eyebrow and walked forward again. As expected, resistance appeared again.

Ling looked up thoughtfully and met the vigilant eyes of the nine-tailed white fox in Lu Jiayao's arms.

zero:"."

What does this old fox mean? Not allowing me to get close to Lu Jiayao?

The man and the fox stared at each other, with three parts of inquiry, three parts of displeasure, and four parts of vigilance in their eyes. The fox eyes and the phoenix eyes refused to give in, and the air was filled with murderous intent and sparks flew everywhere.

Lu Jiayao on the dragon chair: "?"

Huh? Huh? What's up? Why are you so murderous?

Lu Mimang Jiayao looked at her dear senior sister who was moving forward and backward, backward and forward again, and then looked at the little fox in her arms who suddenly became a little irritable, as if it had encountered something terrible and was scared to the point of standing on end.

Lu Jiayao: “?”

What's going on here?

Lu Hanhan continued to be confused.

"Teacher, senior sister?"

As if she felt the atmosphere was too depressing, Lu Jiayao shouted tentatively.