NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 22:
Chapter 22: Good Weapons
After accepting the mission, Shen Wuxiao quietly waited for the stitching to be nearly complete. Only then would he act—to maximize damage.
Just when Doctor Zhang was about to sew the final section of the wound, leaving only a small gap, Shen Wuxiao activated his supernatural ability. His eyes focused on the shadowless lamp overhead. A subtle but potent force began to spread from him.
He could even sense the filament inside the lamp starting to melt.
“Sizzle… sizzle…”
The faint sound caught Lin Fan’s sharp ears instantly. His hearing was exceptional, and he instinctively looked up, trying to locate the source of the noise.
The very next second, the light above him flickered once—and then exploded.
“Pop!”
“Ah, hell!” Lin Fan shouted as he instinctively raised his arms to shield his face. He reacted fast enough to avoid serious injury, but the explosion rained down countless fragments—shards of glass scattering like gravel.
Doctor Zhang also screamed and stumbled backward in fear. He had a deep-rooted fear of these kinds of situations.
“What just happened?!” Shen Wuxiao feigned panic.
The burst lasted only a moment. A flash of fire, then silence.
Doctor Zhang immediately called for the staff to investigate. After a brief inspection, they concluded that the current-limiting resistor had failed, causing the filament to overheat and burst.
The chances of that happening? One in ten million.
Whether they were lucky or cursed was unclear—but thankfully, no one had been seriously injured.
The hospital had no choice but to replace the lamp with a new one. But when the lights came back on…
Lin Fan, Doctor Zhang, and Shen Wuxiao were all stunned.
Lin Fan’s freshly treated wound was now littered with dozens of tiny glass shards.
Some were even smaller than grains of sand.
“Doctor Zhang… what did you say earlier?” Shen Wuxiao asked again, feigning confusion.
Lin Fan remained silent. He didn’t even want to speak.
Doctor Zhang looked like his world had collapsed. He was already exhausted, and now this? A situation like this would be enough to haunt any medical professional for life.
“Mr. Lin… Mr. Lin…” Doctor Zhang struggled to get the words out.
But he had to speak. There was no avoiding it.
“This… this wound must be reopened, cleaned, and disinfected again.”
“There are many tiny fragments inside. If we leave them, it could lead to inflammation, or worse, necrosis.”
Lin Fan snapped.
If the light had exploded after the stitches were finished, he could’ve accepted it. But now? Just as they were about to be done?
He had no words left.
Looking at his leg, he pointed and asked, “Doctor Zhang, be honest. Can it even be stitched properly anymore?”
“Yes… yes, of course!”
Lin Fan let out a long breath and collapsed onto the table. “Remove the stitches. Do whatever you need to. I don’t care anymore!”
Seriously, did someone curse me?
He’d been shot by surprise, then came to the hospital for help—only to be splashed with filth. The wound had to be reopened and disinfected.
Then came the boiling porridge accident, requiring another round of removal, disinfection, and stitching.
And now? The shadowless lamp exploded, scattering shards into his flesh.
It was endless.
Shen Wuxiao stayed silent and sat farther away.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the mission. Points +8000. Lin Fan has mentally collapsed. Bonus +8000.]
[Current accumulated points: 870,000. These can be used to exchange for cultivation realms, martial arts, magical powers, and other abilities.]
Shen Wuxiao thought for a moment. “If I use all my points, how far can I advance in terms of realm?”
[Host is currently at sixth-grade, first-level master. With 800,000 points, you can upgrade to seventh-grade, first-level.]
“Only one major realm? Hmm… Then let’s upgrade just halfway—to sixth-grade, fifth-level. I’ll use the rest for martial arts or a better weapon.”
[Confirmed. Realm upgraded to sixth-grade, fifth-level master. 400,000 points consumed. Remaining: 470,000.]
Shen Wuxiao browsed through the system shop.
He had been planning to replace his current weapon.
Although the Deathly Judge’s Pen was effective in surprise attacks, its range was too short.
An inch longer, an inch stronger. A hot weapon would be better. Just shoot—and done. Especially if the bullet carried true energy, capable of instantly killing a cultivator of equal strength.
“System, why is this revolver called ‘Duke of Nukem’ so expensive? 600,000 points?! Come on, give me a discount!”
[Host, your current cultivation is sixth-grade, fifth-level—which equals level 65 in standard combat strength. So the weapons available to you must match that power.]
[You can’t use weapons above your grade, and there’s no point in using ones too weak.]
Shen Wuxiao sighed. It had been an impulse to check weapons right after leveling up.
At level 65, he had a considerable edge.
Lin Fan was currently at fifth-grade, eighth-level—a level 58 equivalent. Though close, the gap of a full grade was still vast.
Even when Shen Wuxiao had just entered the sixth grade, he hadn’t feared Lin Fan. A good weapon could close the gap—and now, he had even more room to dominate.
“I should’ve thought this through earlier. Weapons are everything. A slightly lower realm is fine if the weapon makes up for it.”
“How about a compromise? Give me the ‘Duke of Nukem’ for less. That ‘Headshot’ bonus effect looks awesome.”
[Host, you can earn more points by completing missions or directly seizing the protagonist’s fate.]
[Doing so may also boost your realm beyond normal limits. Eventually, you may not even need such weapons.]
Shen Wuxiao nodded slowly. That made sense.
He didn’t need to rush the purchase—he had better ways to grow stronger.
If one truly desired powerful equipment, it wasn’t enough to just collect random gear—you needed a full set of top-tier graduation gear. Everything available now was either outdated or overused.
Otherwise, as your cultivation improved, would you have to replace your weapons every time you leveled up? What a complete waste of resources.
What Shen Wuxiao truly wanted was the Purgatory Gatling Gun, a monster of a weapon that required ten million points to exchange. Paired with infinite true power bullets, it was a weapon of pure devastation.
A true force of destruction—sweeping down enemies like leaves in the wind!
Foreign invaders? Exotic beasts? Arrogant protagonists?
All of them were trash.
Think about it—could any so-called martial arts genius from any nation stand against a Gatling gun firing infinite bullets infused with true energy?
The answer was clear.
So, Shen Wuxiao decided not to redeem any martial arts techniques for now. Better to wait. Accumulate points. Save for the real deal.
There were countless items in the system mall—so many that scrolling through them felt like flipping through the cells of a living being. Endless, intricate, impossible to examine all at once.
Eventually, Shen Wuxiao paused his communication with the system. Though he hadn’t made a purchase yet, the plan was clear, and his goals were far superior to anything ordinary.
Lin Fan, that foolish so-called protagonist blessed with fortune—his signature crescent-shaped scimitar was nothing more than a rare-level purple weapon around level 45.
That was it.
While Shen Wuxiao browsed for weapons, Lin Fan finally had his wound completely and properly stitched.
Doctor Zhang and the assisting doctor, Old Deng, both let out long sighs of relief.
Lin Fan, meanwhile, silently thought to himself, It’s finally done. Time to get rid of this awful stench.
Despite everything he had gone through, Lin Fan held his head high.
After an entire night of chaos, filth, pain, and frustration, he acted as if none of it had happened.
Once the stitches were finished, he didn’t waste a second. He got up and walked straight out of the hospital.
He was heading back to the hotel.
Naturally, Shen Wuxiao followed—but kept a noticeable distance.
Lin Fan reeked.
They stepped out of the hospital together. Lin Fan lifted his head toward the sky, took a deep breath, and finally exhaled slowly.
“It’s finally over,” he said softly.
But he wasn’t referring to the wound, or the ordeal at the hospital.
What he meant was something far deeper—his brother’s vengeance had been fulfilled.
That one throw last night, filled with unfiltered rage and sorrow, had carried all of Lin Fan’s strength and true energy.
Even though it was just a shard of broken glass, that single strike had been infused with everything he had.
He was certain of one thing…
The enemy had died.