Xu Wenwu had talked about guns so many times that Wei Yuan’s ears were practically calloused. As for the others, although most of them only had one encounter with Xu Wenwu, thanks to Bao Yun pressuring him in the form of thirty thousand words, the guy had revealed enough information that they knew almost as much as Wei Yuan.0

To Wei Yuan’s understanding, the principles of a gun were very simple. He picked up a rock from his Dao Foundation and squeezed it into a long tube. He then sealed off one end and manifested it in reality.0

Eight inches thick and over five chi long, the “gun” was massive to say the least. Xiao Yu asked dubiously, “Are you sure this is a gun?”0

“It is!” Wei Yuan declared without hesitation.2

“If you think so!” Xiao Yu shrugged and did not argue. Wei Yuan did save his life. Forget this thing that was almost one chi thick and half a zhang long, he would agree even if it was several times bigger.0

Truth be told, Wei Yuan had no choice. The stone tube he had manifested from his Dao Foundation was just an ordinary stone tube. Without Dao essence, it was no more durable than an ordinary rock. Having tested the potency of gunpowder earlier, he was afraid that the stone tube would explode if he filled it with the palm-sized, ball-shaped gunpowder Ji Liuli had created earlier.0

Zhang Sheng asked, “What is saltpeter, and how did you find it?”0

Meanwhile, Ji Liuli...0