You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

The young man frowned and looked at Liu Yuntian in confusion, wondering why he suddenly took out such a weapon.

However, he still reached out and carefully took the pistol.

Liu Yuntian walked around behind the young man, held his hand, helped him raise the rifle, and aimed at the imperial guard who had just beaten him.

He said softly: "It's very simple, just hold the handle with both hands, then aim the muzzle at the target you want to kill, and finally pull the trigger.

After saying that, he gently pressed the trigger.

"boom!"

With a crisp sound, a fragment of a magical weapon shot out from the muzzle and flew towards the imperial guard at a high speed.

The muzzle of the gun rose a few inches, and Liu Yuntian reduced the recoil. The boy was startled, but quickly realized what was happening.

He stared with wide eyes, looking at the imperial guard who had beaten him before kneeling on the ground with blood flowing out.

Then several imperial guards nearby rushed out, carried the body away, and began to wash the bloodstains on the ground.

Liu Yuntian took out a handful of spirit stones and very sharp polished magic weapon fragments from his storage ring and held them in front of the young man.

Like a devil tempting, he asked, "Will you kill someone?"

After an incense stick of time, the two arrived at the door of the mansion they had been to before, and Liu Yuntian was standing outside the door.

The young man looked up at Liu Yuntian, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, then he walked forward with a pistol and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened and a head popped out. It was a new face of the servant.

He looked at the boy impatiently and shouted, "What are you still doing here, you little bastard? Hasn't your mother's body been returned to you?!"

The young man looked at the servant expressionlessly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. He slowly raised the pistol in his hand and pointed the muzzle at the servant's head.

"boom!"

A dull gunshot echoed in the air, the servant's head exploded instantly, and blood splattered on the door, forming a bloody picture.

The headless corpse fell weakly to the ground, and the blood dyed the ground red.

The young man pushed open the half-open door and walked into the mansion. His steps were firm and resolute, as if he had no hesitation or fear at all.

Liu Yuntian stood quietly outside the door, folding his arms, staring at the boy's back.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile, and he seemed satisfied with everything that was happening before his eyes.

"You are truly evil. This way, the boy will be loyal to you, the true murderer of his mother."

The traveler's voice sounded in Liu Yuntian's ears, with a bit of teasing and ridicule.

Liu Yuntian followed the young man into the mansion without making any sound, but replied to the walker in his mind, "This is the method of capital control. I'll break your legs and then give you a crutch, and you'll be grateful to me."

Liu Yuntian followed the young man all the way, watching him slaughter everyone in the courtyard as he laughed evilly.

The young man had a gloomy face. After each shot, he quickly reloaded the spirit stones and magic weapon fragments. His movements were extremely skillful, as if the rifle in his hand had been with him for a long time.

In just over ten minutes, everyone in the courtyard was slaughtered, leaving corpses strewn all over the ground.

When Liu Yuntian arrived at the backyard, the young man was holding a gun high with the muzzle pointed steadily at the housekeeper.

The butler was terrified, trembling all over, and sat on the ground, trying desperately to move his hands back, begging for mercy: "I was wrong, don't kill me! You've killed so many people, and you're still not satisfied?!"

The boy had no expression on his face, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he gently moved the firing pin with his fingers, making a crisp sound. "Tell me why you want to kill my mother."

The housekeeper showed a look of despair on his face, and his body trembled, "It's not that I want to kill her, it's..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly caught sight of Liu Yuntian walking behind the young man. His voice stopped abruptly, he swallowed hard, then lowered his head and fell into silence.

"What is it?" There was a hint of curiosity in the boy's indifferent voice, and his eyes were cold, as if they could penetrate people's souls.

"Hehehehehe..." The butler, who lowered his head, suddenly let out a crazy laugh, which was full of madness and despair.

He raised his head, his eyes flashing with madness, and shouted at the boy: "It's because your mother deserves to die! I was very kind to let her stay in the house, but she still called a beast like you. Did she think I would raise two bastards like you?"

"Do you think this place is a shelter for beggars? She is the one seeking death! I just satisfied her..."

"Bang!" A crisp gunshot interrupted the butler's words, and the young man pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A slowly evaporating spiritual energy spurted out from the muzzle of the gun, instantly blasting a bloody hole in the butler's chest.

The butler's body fell limply, with that ferocious expression still on his face.

The young man dropped his arms weakly. He slowly turned around and looked at Liu Yuntian, a trace of fatigue and confusion flashing in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and said calmly: "My life belongs to you, I can do anything for you." After that, he handed the gun in his hand to Liu Yuntian.

Liu Yuntian did not reach out to take it, but stared into the boy's eyes and asked seriously: "What's your name?"

The young man was slightly stunned, as if no one had ever asked him this question before.

He lowered his head, pondered for a moment, raised his head and answered firmly: "I only know that from now on... my last name is Liu."

The corners of Liu Yuntian's mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Then he turned and left, leaving behind a sentence: "It belongs to you, from now on you are called Liu Yi."

......

Northern Frontier, Qingyun Sect.

In a large hall, four people were sitting upright on chairs. No one spoke, and they all closed their eyes, sitting there quietly.

Master Wang Qing opened his eyes and said calmly, "Everyone, are we sitting here to see who talks less?"

Abbot Fa Ming sighed and chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, you all know the profits of salt and sugar. There will always be brave men under a big reward. I will still maintain my previous attitude and evacuate the northern border!"

"I won't leave!" Li Feng, the head of Yueyang Pavilion, slammed the table and stood up. "I was born in the Northern Frontier. I'm unfamiliar with the place outside the Northern Frontier. Where can I go? Daliang's fate has ended. I don't believe that salt and sugar alone can turn the world upside down!"

Then he looked at the man with an injured arm, "What is your Tianya Sect's attitude? You can't hide away this time. Ye Xinglan blew himself up while holding you. You can't avoid Liu Yuntian's punishment by pretending to be dead!"