I'm a Gun Cultivator, but I Use a Laser Sniper Rifle and a Mega Shotgun

Atop Spiritmist Mountain, the sect's grand tournament was underway.

Onstage, the elders stood stroking their beards. Below, disciples crossed swords as spiritual energy surged, a magnificent display of immortal sect splendor.

Only one person stood out of place in the corner.

No flying sword, no talismans, no treasure armor or magical weapons wreathed in spiritual light.

All he had was a long-barreled firearm, silver from end to end and coldly sleek, resting steadily on his shoulder.

A faint blue glow flowed across its body. Its barrel was as thick as a child's arm, and the nozzle-shaped energy concentrator at the tip hummed softly, with high-energy rays gathering inside.

Those around him glanced over and burst into jeers.

“A gun cultivator? What age are we living in? Who still cultivates this kind of heretical path?”

“No spiritual energy, no sword intent, no divine abilities. You beat people with an iron pipe and call yourself a cultivator?”

“Look at that firewood stick he's carrying. It's long and thick, and doesn't even have a blade. Bet it's just for show.”

Lin Yan paid them no mind, gently running his fingertips over the weapon.

The next second, his gaze sharpened and he pulled the trigger.

Vrrrm!

A blazing white laser burst forth like a heavenly sword streaking across the sky, shooting straight toward the center of the arena!

Then came a rapid-fire barrage of precision shots. Laser beams rained down in a dense storm, while the nozzle unleashed a wide-range, high-energy scatter that instantly engulfed the entire arena.

KABOOM!

The arena's stone slabs exploded, and the spiritual barrier shattered inch by inch.

The entire crowd fell silent.

Ye Bingling shouldered his gun and spoke coolly:

“Sorry.

I'm a gun cultivator.

But I'm also a rapid-fire laser sniper with a giant spray nozzle.”