Isn't This Cultivating Immortality? Why Are You Playing with Muskets?

Good deeds, the last waste of the good family, the second floor of the foundation building is not even worthy of cannon fodder in the age of firearms. On a night of meteor showers, I picked up a rusty long blunderbuss, and I inherited the secret method of heavenly craftsmanship that overturned the world. When Agnido asked me to kneel down and lick my shoes, I pulled the trigger. From that day on, the master of weapon refining asked me to modify the blueprints, the ancient demon king asked me to customize weapons, and the saint of Jiuyao Heavenly Palace betrayed the sect for me.