The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 664 - 302: Wugui’s Glory

Chapter 664: Chapter 302: Wugui’s Glory

In the small town, several buildings standing over ten stories high soared proudly above the rest, standing out like cranes among chickens.

The glass on the buildings seemed as if it hadn’t been cleaned for over a decade, covered in a layer of dust.

Inside the buildings, the railings on the staircases were greasy and blackened.

A man clad in some kind of uniform military outfit looked at Wen Min and Qi Yuan, letting out a belch, "Old Man Chen asked me to escort you over, no problem, but... you’ll need to behave along the way, got it?"

As he spoke, the uniformed man lifted his coat to reveal a gun tucked into his waistband.

"No problem!" Wen Min, the burly man, hurriedly agreed.

Qi Yuan didn’t speak, which was taken as consent.

"And, as per the rules... you have to hand over your weapons," the uniformed man said, eyeing the two.

Without any hesitation, Wen Min pulled out two guns from around his waist and handed them to the uniformed man.

The uniformed man glanced at Qi Yuan, "And you?"

He looked at Qi Yuan, who was neat and tidy, his expression filled with disbelief.

This Qi Yuan clearly wasn’t a local, more like a pampered young master.

What was he doing here... engaging in smuggling?

"Your weapon?"

At that moment, Qi Yuan pondered briefly before suddenly grasping at the air and offering it to the uniformed man.

"Does this count?"

Seeing this, Wen Min was somewhat baffled.

The uniformed man paused, then looked at Qi Yuan, "You don’t carry any weapons on you?"

"As a Martial Artist, my fists, my legs are my weapons, but these... I can’t give to you," Qi Yuan said sincerely.

The man had asked for weapons, so he had grabbed a handful of air.

As a Cultivator, even the air here could be used as a weapon.

But he had too many weapons, and fearing the burly man couldn’t handle them, Qi Yuan had given him a handful of air.

"You’re actually a martial practitioner?" The uniformed man chuckled, clearly believing Qi Yuan’s words, "When I was young, I was also madly obsessed with martial arts. After studying for half a year and getting an injection, I never practiced again."

The injection he mentioned was naturally a Gene Potion.

He spoke with the attitude of someone with experience, "Practicing martial arts is a dead-end."

Before Qi Yuan could reply, another man behind the uniformed one interjected, "Who says martial practitioners are useless? Not long ago, a Priest from Wugui Nation was caught off guard and killed by a martial practitioner."

At the mention of this, the uniformed man laughed heartily, "The same scenario can’t happen a second time.

Don’t judge me by my appearance; against those at the Martial Arts Limit, I can easily take them on one-on-one.

If I can’t beat them, I’ll just blast them with a shot," he said casually.

His words almost represented the mainstream view of martial arts.

Inferior to gene potions, even more so to firearms.

About half an hour later, Qi Yuan sat in Wen Min’s vehicle.

Their car had been searched, all their weapons taken away.

"Once we reach Wugui Nation, I’ll go to the arms dealers to buy some weapons," the burly man Wen Min told Qi Yuan.

Without weapons, how could you even think about saving Kuang Huan, let alone protecting yourself?

"No need to buy weapons, it’s too fancy, and I don’t need them.

Once we’re in Wugui Nation, just take me somewhere where I can see Wugui’s military camp, the rest is up to me," Qi Yuan said, clearly not needing any weapons.

Moreover, there was an abundance of weapon types in Vault Star, many of which he probably couldn’t even use.

Wen Min was taken aback, puzzled. He hesitated for a moment but ultimately followed Qi Yuan’s instructions, "Everything as Mr. Qi commands."

Many thoughts flashed through his mind.

Could it be that Mr. Qi had connections within Wugui’s military camp that could help rescue the boss?

He couldn’t think of any other possibility.

Naturally, he didn’t consider that Qi Yuan really planned to storm into Wugui Nation’s military camp alone and rescue the person.

The convoy started moving.

Escorted by the uniformed man, the smuggling convoy slowly made its way towards Wugui Nation.

With over twenty vehicles, the procession was quite grand, kicking up clouds of dust.

Outside the car window, a turbid river and scorched earth were visible, with the occasional sight of collapsed buildings and bomb craters.

From time to time, drones could be seen wandering the skies.

Wen Min glanced at the drones above, his eyes filled with dread, "If it weren’t for this convoy, encountering these drones would have spelled certain death for us.

Even if we’re not soldiers from Yuelang Nation, getting killed by these drones could still earn Wugui’s soldiers some military merit."

"You’re exaggerating. With my Turtle Qigong, I could take out all these drones. Where’s the danger in that?" Qi Yuan looked at the drones, utterly unconcerned.

Now, he had the capability to protect himself.

The only threats to him were missiles, along with some other advanced weaponry.

Wen Min had grown accustomed to Qi Yuan’s way of speaking and chuckled, "Then, Mr. Qi, your Turtle Qigong must be stronger than bullets.

These types of drones, ordinary bullets can’t destroy them."

The vehicle sped along, and the sound of artillery fire could occasionally be heard.

Wen Min explained that it could be the border between Yuelang and Wugui engaging in mutual shelling.

About two hours later, the convoy arrived at a Wugui Nation checkpoint.

Here, a detachment of Wugui soldiers was stationed.

These soldiers were armed to the teeth and wore bulletproof vests. They inspected the convoy.

The inspection lasted for half an hour before they were allowed to proceed.

After passing through, Wen Min breathed a sigh of relief but also felt anxious, "Everything now depends on Mr. Qi."

Having entered Wugui Nation, getting out would not be simple.