You've only been cultivating for a few years, and you're already talking about cultivating

Ever since Qi Fei brought out that musket, the changes in the braised duck have become noticeably faster.

When it came the next day, it also had a musket in its hand. It was exactly the same as Qi Fei's, with a dark barrel and the same grain on the wooden stock.

"This time, I won't lose," it said.

Qi Fei glanced at it, then turned around and took out another gun from the inner room.

The gun was shorter and more sophisticated than a musket, with a lever-operated iron mechanism at the back of the barrel.

The bullet was inserted from the rear, and with a pull of the trigger, it fired with a bang, more than twice as fast as a shotgun.

Jiang Ban Ya looked down at the hole in his chest, then at the gun in Qi Fei's hand, his face full of surprise.

On the third day, Jiangbanya arrived with a pistol.

The pistol was small and exquisite, fitting perfectly in his hand. He aimed the muzzle at Qi Fei, his finger on the trigger, and a slight smile played on his lips.

"this time!!!"

Before it could finish speaking, Qi Fei held a semi-automatic rifle in his hand, a long magazine protruding from under the gun, the dark muzzle pointed at the braised duck's head.

That gun has a rate of fire ten times that of a pistol, a magazine capacity five times that of a pistol, and a range three times that of a pistol.

The pistol in front of the braised duck looked like a child's toy.

The braised duck looked at the gun, and then it died.

It continued to use new weapons, but its guns were always a step behind.

It was using a semi-automatic rifle, while Qi Fei was already using an automatic rifle. It was using an automatic rifle, while Qi Fei was already using a sniper rifle; before it even arrived, it was killed by Qi Fei from a hundred meters away.

Because it's imitating. It doesn't know how guns are made; it only knows that whatever Qi Fei has, it wants to have too.

But it couldn't catch up.

Every time Qi Fei introduces something new, it falls behind by one step. And that step is one it can never overcome.

Until one day, the braised duck realized something.

If one person can't beat you, then call a group of people.

That evening, Qi Fei stood at the gate of the courtyard and saw dust billowing in the distance.

Not just one person, but dozens. Dozens of braised ducks, lined up in neat rows, walked over from the other end.

The procession flew towards him like a giant braised duck. The leader, a giant braised duck, walked at the very front, holding a short gun in his hand, his back ramrod straight.

"This time," it said arrogantly, "you can't escape."

Qi Fei stood at the door, looking at the small army and the dark muzzles of guns, and suddenly smiled.

He turned and went into the courtyard.

The braised ducks looked at each other, wondering what he was going to do. The leader raised his hand, signaling the group to stop. They waited a moment, then heard a heavy, metallic clanging sound coming from the courtyard.

Then, the courtyard wall collapsed.

It wasn't pushed over, it was knocked down. Bricks and stones flew everywhere, dust billowed into the sky, and through the hazy smoke, a huge, dark thing poked its head out of the yard.

It is a cannon.

The cannon, with its cast iron barrel, short and thick tip, and dark muzzle pointing towards the street, resembled a wide-open eye.

The ranks of the braised ducks scattered for a moment. They looked at the cannon, then at the guns in their hands, and suddenly felt that these guns were as light as chopsticks.

But they didn't run away.

The leader of the braised ducks gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and prepared to give the order to charge.

At that moment, someone else came out of the courtyard.

Not one person, but twenty.

Twenty young men, dressed in neat armor, with knives at their waists and guns in their hands, stood in a line behind Qi Fei.

Their faces were all different; some were square, some were delicate, and some were rugged, but their eyes were equally loyal and fearless!

They are Qi Fei's sons.

He had twenty sons, each like him, each younger than him, and each stronger than him.

They were born from different mothers, but they had only one father and only one faith.

Qi Fei stood at the very front, wearing a golden suit of armor.

The armor gleamed in the setting sun, so bright that the braised ducks couldn't open their eyes.

He stood ramrod straight, his gaze passing over the gray ranks, over the dark muzzles of guns, and landing on a place very, very far away.

He raised his hand.

"fire."

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

The twenty sons moved at the same time. Loading bullets, aiming, and firing—their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

"boom!"

The sound of cannons deafened the earth. Dust fell from the eaves of the houses across the street, and birds in the distant trees took flight in fright, circling and screeching in the air.

From that day on, the nature of the war changed.

It's no longer a matter between Qi Fei and the braised duck, but between two armies.

The braised duck has an endless supply of companions. Every day, new braised ducks emerge from the ground, carrying guns, lining up, and marching in a grand procession to the front lines.

Their weapons range from rifles to machine guns, from machine guns to artillery, from artillery to tanks, and even airplanes, as well as some weapons that Qi Fei had never seen before.

Qi Fei also has his own team.

The twenty sons have grown into generals, each leading troops and guarding their respective battle lines.

And the people in his workshop have now become his warriors.

Their loyalty to Qi Fei was unparalleled.

Every morning, that deafening shout would echo across the drill ground.

Tens of thousands of people raised their right hands in unison, staring at the figure in golden armor on the platform, and shouted out two words at the top of their lungs.

"loyalty--!"

The war spread from the county to the prefecture, and from the prefecture to the entire country.

Cities changed hands one after another, and the battle lines grew longer every day.

Qi Fei's banners were planted in every corner of the continent, but Jiang Ban Ya's army was like weeds, impossible to burn or kill. As soon as you recaptured a city, it would sprout up from underground again.

Later, the war spread to the entire planet.

Qi Fei stood on the bridge of the first spaceship, looking down at the blue planet below, and suddenly felt that all of this was as absurd as a joke.

How did he end up fighting with a braised duck in the starry sky?

But braised duck is also in heaven.

Their spaceships blotted out the sky, filling half the starry sky with a dark mass.

Qi Fei stood in the flagship's command center, gazing through the porthole at the dense cluster of lights in the distance. Those were the ships of Jiangnan, numbering in the thousands, stretching out like an endless galaxy.

Inside each spaceship sat a braised duck, and each braised duck stared at him with its grayish eyes.

Qi Fei stared at it for a long time, then suddenly laughed.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand, pointed to the dazzling starry sky outside the porthole, and spoke to the twenty war commanders behind him.

"My sons, let the galaxy burn!"

Twenty figures stood at attention in unison, their metal combat boots hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Twenty voices rang out simultaneously.

"For Qi Fei! For the Emperor!"

Then Qi Fei's consciousness spun, separating him from that bizarre, absurd, and strange world.

He heard a gentle voice.

"Junior brother, you have passed the illusion array test! You are now a disciple of our Jade Bridge Sword Sect!"