On a bright day, with the sun shining and the air refreshing, Liu Xing stood in a small clearing holding a handgun. Liu Xing didn't know how to use a gun, so he mimicked how the police handled theirs. He held the gun with both hands and spread his feet apart.

On the side of the gun, there were six green stripes. Liu Xing suspected this indicated his total ammo.

Liu Xing needed to understand the full capability of this gun, so the aim of this training was to know every single ability this gun had. The first thing he needed to check was whether his conjecture about the six green stripes really meant he had six rounds.

Taking a deep breath, Liu Xing aimed at a tree several meters away from hin and pulled the trigger. Instantly, a small sound, like a mouse click, was heard. His eyes tracked an almost transparent bullet flying fast and hitting the center of the tree, creating a small hole that fully pierced the tree and came out from the back.

Seeing this, Liu Xing inhaled deeply. That was better than what he had expected. While not fully silent, the gunshot was really quiet. Cultivators, who are superhuman, have very good hearing, and a loud gunshot would be instantly known to them. The same applied to beasts that could cultivate.

The power of the bullet was also impressive. While he didn't know if a normal bullet could go through a thick tree, this bullet could scratch even a cultivator.

Liu Xing then checked the side of his gun. As expected, one green stripe was now gray while the rest remained green.

Liu Xing tried to shoot the same tree five more times. Every shot made a stripe turn gray, and as expected, when all the stripes turned gray, he couldn't shoot anymore.

"Now the first problem, how to reload this gun?"

Since the bullets were not normal bullets, he didn't need to find a blacksmith or weapon creator to make them.

"The bullets are probably made from Qi."

While still holding his position, Liu Xing sent his qi through his hands and into the gun. Instantly, Liu Xing felt his qi rushing out, as if being sucked by the gun. Afterward, the green stripes on the side of the gun turned green again.

Liu Xing smiled. This was convenient. Since the gun used his qi, it meant he could shoot as many bullets as possible as long as he had enough qi. He also didn’t need to trouble himself with reloading. This gun was really convenient.

Liu Xing tried to shoot several times, trying to familiarize himself with the gun. He shot six bullets at a rock, reloaded, and then shot again. As a cultivator, his hand-eye coordination was great. Aiming didn’t feel hard at all.

Trying to test his accuracy, Liu Xing looked for a new target. Several hundred meters away, there was a tree with green fruits hanging from the branches. Every fruit was as big as a marble, and Liu Xing suspected these fruits were not ripe.

Aiming at one of the fruits, Liu Xing inhaled and pulled the trigger. The smooth sound was heard, and the fruit he aimed at exploded.

Smiling, Liu Xing tried to shoot as many fruits as possible. When he finished, all the little fruits were destroyed.

Liu Xing’s aim was perfect. His hand was steady, his eyes sharp, and it felt like the gun knew what he was trying to aim at.

"Now, let's try another target." Since he could shoot stationary targets reliably, he needed to try shooting moving targets.

Liu Xing looked up and saw a brown bird, likely an eagle, with yellow tips on its wings circling the sky. Trying to test his skill, he aimed for the bird. Unlike before, Liu Xing needed to predict the trajectory of the flying bird.

His gun followed the bird, and when he thought the time was perfect, he pulled the trigger. Instantly, the eagle fell.

Seeing this, Liu Xing couldn’t hold his laughter.

For the first time in two years, he felt powerful. Sure, he could punch really hard and electrocute people with his Lightning Palm, but he hadn’t felt like this before.

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The bird landed beside a shallow river, and to celebrate his first kill with his new gun, Liu Xing plucked the eagle's feathers and started roasting it. As he ate, Liu Xing tried to count how many bullets he had shot.

If his memory was correct, the last bullet he shot was number forty-nine. And since his qi remained half full, it meant Liu Xing could shoot at the very least one hundred bullets.

While that was already impressive, Liu Xing felt like he had barely scratched the gun's capability. He needed to test this gun against a real threat. Luckily, he knew where to find his next target. The mountain at the back of the sect was teeming with beasts, some of them spirit beasts.

Finishing his meal, Liu Xing ordered the gun to disappear, returning to his consciousness.

As he walked back to the sect, seeing the towering seven purple pagodas on the seven mountains, Liu Xing started to plan.

The Purple Moon Sect was big, one of the top sects in the Dark Forest continent. It had vast territory and many vassal kingdoms. Before, his goal was just to become a Core Splitting cultivator, but after knowing about the darkness in this world, he aimed to become an inner disciple.

As an inner disciple, Liu Xing could have a bigger reach, and then he could conduct his investigation about the darkness in this world.

There were two ways to become an inner disciple. One was to reach the Core Splitting realm before twenty. Liu Xing knew he was already nineteen and only at the fifth stage of Lock Opening realm, so this method was really hard. The second way was to win the Outer Disciple Tournament held once a year. While the winner was not guaranteed to become an inner disciple, since many elders attended this event, there was a chance for a disciple to impress an elder and get an invitation to become their disciple. This method was also hard since every elder had different criteria. But while it was also hard, every year, at least one disciple became an inner disciple after this event.

As Liu Xing arrived in his private cave, he gathered supplies into a small backpack. Since he had already finished his missions this month, he could go away for a month before he needed to come back and finish another mission.

He checked how many Restoration Pills he had. Only three. It should be enough, especially with some Blood Pills and Body Cleansing Pills for poison.

Soon, he finished packing and went out. On his way, he passed a training ground. This training ground was vast, enough for hundreds of disciples to train their techniques or martial arts. Liu Xing saw a disciple younger than him slashing a log hundreds of times a second. Another disciple who was bald and had bulging muscles was running while carrying a boulder the size of a car on his shoulder.

Liu Xing remembered his first day transmigrating. He was here, lying and beaten after accidentally offending a senior.

After passing the training ground, he passed a group of twenty people that looked like outsiders. Some were wearing red, yellow, or gold robes with ornate designs that looked like they were only worn by royalty, while others wore gray or brown clothes that looked like they belonged on a farm. Another person looked like a scholar, with a white and flowing robe. Liu Xing saw they were guided by two disciples who puffed their chests and talked like emperors in a royal palace.

Liu Xing suddenly realized that this was the new batch of outer disciples being guided to their new homes. The housing in this place was divided into three areas: the first was private houses for only the talented and well-connected outer disciples, the second was dorms for normal disciples, and the third was cave areas for disciples deemed worthless and having a slim chance of advancing further than the Core Splitting realm.

Seeing this new batch of disciples, Liu Xing tried to find the most unique or attractive person. Since his meeting with Nui until now, a question had been burning in his head.

Why was he transmigrated to this world?

While he couldn't answer why he, from billions of humans on earth, transmigrated here, at the very least he knew why he was here instead of Mamat, Joni, or Nui.

Joni really liked anime, manga, and light novels, especially the isekai genre. When he talked, he wouldn't stop. That's why only Mamat could tolerate him. That guy was too nice to shut Joni up. This made the duo often talk about anything anime or isekai.

If they got isekai'd, they would be better in the sword and sorcery world with class and system. And Nui, while he was not really a fan of any form of entertainment, sometimes talked with Joni and Mamat about anime and isekai.

Only William read xianxia stories. He tried to recommend this genre to Joni, and while Joni was impressed with some of the stories, he still mainly consumed Japanese-originated stories. Which was a shame. Really. Chinese web novels were better than Japanese web novels.

Anyway, since he read so much xianxia, perhaps he was transmigrated here because he was more familiar with xianxia tropes, and perhaps he could recognize the tropes that would happen and make use of them.

"Let's see, if I'm the main protagonist of a xianxia story, what would I look like?" Usually, the main protagonist of xianxia is handsome or unique in some way.

Liu Xing scanned the group, and while some were good looking, none of them appeared to be main character material. Though he did find a girl who seemed leagues above everyone else, with pearly and shining skin and electric blue eyes. Some people couldn't take their eyes off her, and some female disciples gazed at her like she was a goddess descended from the heavens.

Seeing this, Liu Xing continued walking. While that girl looked really impressive, instead of the main character, she seemed like someone who would be in the main character's harem.

As he walked, he wondered if there was really a protagonist in this world or if he had read too much xianxia and was trying to apply his biases to this world. Whatever it was, Liu Xing tried to open his eyes to many possibilities.