Then all my cultivation as an immortal has been for nothing?

Chapter 33 Power Pill~
Soon, Wang Yi emptied two more magazines.

Theoretically, he should have hit a lot of bats, but the blue area on the icon didn't grow at all.

How many Graywing Bats do I need to defeat to advance to the next level?

This reminded Wang Yi of his childhood experience helping his father level up a private Legend of Mir account—yes, the one with the slogan "If you're a brother, come and fight me!" Wang Yi's father happened to be the target audience for that.

Back then, it would take Wang Yi an entire night to gain even one percent of experience points.

Wang Yi put down his gun, opened a new box of bullets, and loaded them one by one into the long magazine.

The Glock G18C has a dedicated loader, but Instructor Zhang required everyone to manually load the bullets and practice the technique.

By this time, Wang Yi's hands were completely numb from continuous firing.

"Although you look clumsy when you're loading bullets, you look really cool when you're spraying bullets," Elsa teased from the side.

Wang Yi turned and handed the magazine and ammunition box to Elsa: "Please demonstrate how to load bullets without looking clumsy, Master."

"Hmph, since you specifically asked, I'll reluctantly give you a demonstration! Watch closely!" Elsa took the bullets and magazine, tossed the entire box of bullets into the air with a flick of her wrist, and then quickly swung the magazine around with one hand.

Because of her incredible speed, her hands and the magazine left afterimages, much like a master swordsman twirling a knife.

In the blink of an eye, Elsa stopped and showed the fully loaded magazine in her hand.

Wang Yi immediately began to explain: "That's amazing! They actually used the inertia of the bullets to insert the ammunition one by one—wait a minute, the magazine has springs, so inertia alone can't 'press' the bullets in, right?"

Elsa clicked her tongue in amazement: "You've been discovered! That's right, I used telekinesis to fix each bullet and press it into the magazine."

Wang Yi: "Is it really necessary, just to show off in front of your apprentice?"

"It's just a matter of mentally fixing the bullet; it happens in an instant and doesn't consume much energy."

Is this a problem with gas consumption?

Wang Yi inserted the bullets that his master had telekinetically loaded into the G18C and fired another round of shots at the bat.

He's getting more and more used to firing the G18C, though it's a bit tiring on his hands.

The 33-round magazine was emptied in an instant, and Wang Yi began to reload the magazine with a worried expression.

Wang Yi's fingers are starting to hurt, and the area between his thumb and forefinger is completely numb. Every time he loads a bullet into the magazine, he feels a slight numbness in the nerves of his elbow.

Elsa: "Here, have some energy drinks with ibuprofen. It'll help you last longer."

Wang Yi: "Won't I become addicted to ibuprofen if this continues?"

"It's still early. Once you've adjusted for a while longer, you can start taking the 'power pills' right away. After taking a few, your back and waist won't ache so easily anymore."

Instructor Zhang: "Actually, he has already experienced two attacks by demonic cultivators and was even pulled up by the Soul Resurrection Division once. His resistance might be higher than we thought, so he might not need to go through the usual new recruit process."

"It's not up to me to decide this. The company will notify me when they think he can be given the medication—"

Elsa's phone suddenly rang.

"Hey, Manager Hao, I'm taking Wang Yi to the basic firearms class—what? The drug use permit came through? He's only been a trainee cultivator for four days! Oh, a direct decision from above? I see."

Wang Yi turned to look at Elsa, who had just hung up the phone, while simultaneously using muscle memory to load bullets into the magazine.

Elsa looked at Wang Yi: "The permission to use the medicine has been granted. You can take one Power Pill today."

Wang Yi: "Is this dangerous?"

“Normally it’s not dangerous. The company only issues permits when it’s certain that it can handle it, but…” Elsa scratched her head.

Instructor Zhang continued, "After becoming a trainee cultivator, the first dose of medicine is usually taken 49 days later. Some exceptionally talented individuals can take the medicine as early as two weeks after becoming a cultivator."

Wang Yi said "Oh," and then suddenly saw Pang Jianming peeking through the glass of the shooting range gate. He asked, "So, how many days after our genius Pang Jianming became a trainee cultivator did he start taking the medicine?"

“Three weeks, four weeks ahead of the average person,” Instructor Zhang said. “You’ll probably become the trainee who gets the fastest medication approval in history.”

Whether Pang Jianming heard it or not, his head disappeared through the glass of the shooting range gate.

He probably came out to use the restroom during his long spear lesson and stopped by to see the "noobs" still practicing with short spears, just to enjoy a bit of his superiority.

At this moment, the white-bearded old man who had always been at odds with Elsa came over: "It's not safe to take the medicine too early, and it may leave serious aftereffects. If it were a professional master, he would definitely advise his apprentice not to rush to take it."

Wang Yi instinctively moved away from the old man.

After meeting Uncle 301 in the morning, Wang Yi saw the old man as a dangerous figure, wondering when he might go mad due to his approaching death and start coveting his opportunities.

The old man, oblivious to Wang Yi's wariness, continued shaking his large head and saying, "Especially for novice cultivators with only 22 spiritual roots, taking medicine too early is like pulling up seedlings to help them grow, and the consequences will be endless."

Elsa, unusually, did not refute the old man, but instead looked at Wang Yi: "You can indeed refuse to take the medication; the company will not force you."

Wang Yi: "No, please give me the first 'power pill' after this class."

"Are you kidding? I'm Tang Sanzang now, and monsters are always eyeing me. Of course, I need to quickly master the art of 'Tang Sanzang' and smash those demons with one punch." The old man shook his head: "Those who don't listen to their elders will suffer the consequences."

Wang Yi frowned and asked Elsa, "So who exactly is this guy? I see you calling him an old man all the time."

"Don't worry about it, just call him that old geezer."

"My Buddhist name is Kuchan Daoren!"

Wang Yi frowned: "Look at the Buddhist name you chose, 'Withered Cicada,' no wonder you've been stuck and can't get up there."

"What? This Taoist name was bestowed upon me by my revered teacher, Zeng Guofan! You petty scoundrel, you don't understand the Zen meaning behind it, so don't spout nonsense!"

Wait a minute, didn't a historical figure just appear?
The withered cicada Taoist left, cursing and swearing. Wang Yi, having missed his chance to ask a question, could only ask Elsa, "Did he just mention 'mentor' Zeng Guofan? Was Zeng Guofan also a cultivator?"

"No, Zeng Guofan's ancestors were monks."

Oh, Wang Yi understands now. Zeng Guofan is just like the gossipy woman who diligently explains things to him from his very first day as a newcomer until his death—a "second-generation scholar."

“That’s not right,” Wang Yi noticed the blind spot. “How could Zeng Guofan, a dud, become the master of a proper cultivator?”

"Oh, this is nominally taking a master, similar to adopting a godson. But back then, the Imperial Observatory wasn't as industrialized as it is now, and the production of many elixirs was very limited. So, cultivators would take wealthy second-generation immortals as their 'secular mentors'."

Wang Yi said "Oh," indicating that he understood.

At that moment, he felt that the bullets could not be loaded into the magazine. He looked down and found that it was full, so he decisively inserted the magazine into the gun.

He had just raised his gun when Elsa, while fiddling with her phone, said, "I've booked an emergency room bed for you."

"Huh? I need an emergency bed just to take a miracle drug?"

"Of course I have to. Otherwise, if something happens to you, I'll have to shoot you dead and have the Resurrection Division bring you back up. Let me tell you, being repeatedly brought back up in a short period of time will shatter your personality. There are quite a few demonic cultivators who don't care about life and death and are repeatedly resurrected, eventually going mad and becoming demonic."

Wang Yi clicked his tongue: "Okay, let's make a date."

After saying that, he pulled the trigger, and with a sound of tearing canvas, 33 bullets rained down on the bats.

Speaking of which, Glock is made in Austria, which is related to Germany, the country that produces the MG42. No wonder the guns make that tearing canvas sound when they fire.

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After the afternoon classes ended, Wang Yi and Elsa had dinner and then went to the emergency room assigned to them.

There was only one monk in a white coat in the huge emergency room. He glanced at Wang Yi and said, "It's only been four days since he became an apprentice monk, and the company has already approved the medication. How strange. But considering that he has already experienced so many storms, it's not incomprehensible."

Wang Yi: "The company probably felt that I would face many more challenges in the future, so they gave me a break."

The white-robed monk smiled and said, "That's possible. After all, there's a hypothesis that luck can be calculated, and some people are destined to encounter many demonic cultivators. However, this hypothesis has no scientific basis whatsoever."

"Come on, lie down. This machine can guide qi to form a field that continuously restores your health and also has an analgesic effect. Just lie down and take a powerful pill."

“But,” Wang Yi looked around, “I didn’t see anything that looked like a magic pill.”

"Here, here." The doctor in the white coat opened the box next to the treatment device. Inside, lined with black velvet, was a fish egg.

"These fish balls are the Power Pill?" Wang Yi confirmed.

"Yes. You have to swallow it whole, don't bite it. If you bite it, it might be absorbed too quickly, which is dangerous."

Wang Yi lay down on the treatment device, picked up the "power pill," threw it directly into his mouth, and swallowed it with a jerk of his neck.

At first he didn’t feel anything, but then his finger joints started to throb in waves.

Next, my arm muscles ached.

The next step is to shoulder the responsibility.

It was supposed to have a pain-relieving effect, but I'm in so much pain!

Elsa: "Don't worry, this pain is from your body growing rapidly. You're getting stronger at a visible rate, just look!"

Elsa switched her phone to "mirror" mode, which is essentially using the front-facing camera to capture an image and display it on the phone, simulating a mirror function.

Wang Yi was in so much pain that he looked at Elsa's phone screen to distract himself.

Indeed, as she said, Wang Yi's left and right arms were slowly getting thicker to a visible degree.

Damn it, I used to think that magic and elixirs had been replaced by modern medicine, but now it seems I was just being too loud.

Wang Yi watched himself gradually transform from a bean sprout into a well-proportioned, successful businessman who went to the gym twice a week.

Elsa whistled: "Whoosh, your female neighbor is even less able to control herself now."

I couldn't control myself if I went into details.

(End of this chapter)