Chapter 215 -117: A Clear Song Moves the Nine Heavens, Divine Will Spontaneously Arises, Overwhelming the Myriad! Mr. Mei
After everyone left, the living room fell completely silent. Lu Yun leaned back on the sofa.
He wasn’t daydreaming; he was browsing through the long-sealed memories in his mind.
‘This must be one of the benefits of practicing martial arts.’
Whether it was memories from his past life or experiences from his current one, he could recall them all one by one, as long as he wished.
Details he had once thought long forgotten could be recalled with such clarity, it was as if they had just happened yesterday.
In his past life, Lu Yun had been a ten-year veteran of a certain game. While scrolling through a social media app, he had specifically looked up the manufacturing processes for various firearms.
From steelmaking to forging, from the barrel to the bolt, from the bullet to the gunpowder—he remembered every single detail with perfect clarity.
For example, the Desert Eagle pistol, the AK-47 assault rifle, and the AWM sniper rifle.
The entire process for these extremely powerful modern firearms—from raw materials to finished products, from design blueprints to production techniques—was all in his head.
Lu Yun closed his eyes, reviewing those memories bit by bit. The Desert Eagle, a large-caliber pistol, was immensely powerful; a single shot could send a person flying.
The AK-47 rifle had a simple structure, was sturdy and durable, and had a low failure rate. It could function normally even in harsh environments, making it perfect for equipping an army on a large scale.
The AWM sniper rifle was highly accurate with a long range. A single shot could take a life from over a kilometer away.
With the immense power of these three firearms, it would be enough for him to dominate the entire Daxia New Country.
It was just a bit of a shame that he didn’t know much about nuclear weapons—things with power on a cosmic scale.
That kind of technology was too advanced and too complex. Besides, even if he understood it, the talent required to build them simply didn’t exist here and now.
It wouldn’t just require one or two geniuses, but a complete industrial system—the power of an entire nation.
As for why Lu Yun hadn’t planned on establishing his own army and arsenal before, the reason was simple.
He was too weak.
That’s right. If a mere warrior at the Peak of Anjin dared to manufacture such firearms, it would be a classic case of attracting disaster by possessing a treasure. It would be a death wish.
An innocent man is blameless, but his treasure makes him a criminal. Lu Yun understood this principle better than anyone.
Back then, as a mere Anjin Martial Artist, if anyone had found out he possessed such technology, the warlords, the Westerners, and countless other factions would have swarmed him like sharks smelling blood in the water.
Similarly, even if Lu Yun hadn’t been afraid of that situation, he still wouldn’t have had enough skilled people to build them.
Making guns wasn’t like making toys. It required skilled craftsmen, people who understood machinery, and a complete system.
Even with the knowledge, he couldn’t have done it alone. But things were different now. He was a Mid-stage Grandmaster of Divine Intent and the Military Governor of Yun Port City.
Not only did he have a garrison of 130,000 troops, but he also had an arsenal in Yun Port City. It was a holdover from the previous dynasty that was later taken over by a warlord, and now it was under his control.
Although the equipment was old and its production capacity was low, the basic framework was still there. With the right people and technology, it could be renovated and upgraded.
When the time comes, he would have Jing Jun take over everything. That young man was steady and reliable, and his work was meticulous.
He would have him cultivate a group of loyal people, gradually bring the arsenal under their control, and slowly disseminate the technology.
Furthermore, Lu Yun also planned to recruit talent from all across the land.
For example, ambitious young people returning from their studies in the Western World would be perfect contributors to his arsenal.
These people knew foreign languages, had seen the world, possessed skills, and held ideals. As long as they were given the opportunity and the platform, they could accomplish great things.
Of course, he also had to recruit the overlooked artisans among the common folk, the unrecognized geniuses, and the skilled technicians wandering from place to place.
‘Soon. Once my arsenal is operational and the weapons are being mass-produced, who in the entire Daxia New Country will dare to defy me?’
Dozens of miles outside the suburbs of Yun Port City lay the large Ping’an Town. Nestled by a mountain and a river, a main street ran through it from north to south, lined with countless shops.
The most impressive building in town was undoubtedly the Town Mayor’s Mansion, a grand residence with three successive courtyards.
It had blue bricks, black tiles, and flying eaves with upturned corners. Two imposing stone lions squatted at its entrance.
In Ping’an Town, being able to live in such a residence was a blessing of the highest order.
At this moment, in the eldest young master’s room within the inner courtyard of the Town Mayor’s Mansion, the liveliness was not that of a bustling crowd, but of a different kind altogether.
The room was filled with the reek of alcohol. A few small side dishes sat on the table, and a pot of wine was already empty.
A man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight sat at the table with a dazed look in his eyes. His face was flushed from drinking, and a foolish grin hung on his lips.
There was a simple reason for his state: in the last few days, the man had acquired a beautiful maiden. She was exquisitely delicate, with a figure that was curvy in all the right places—full where it should be, and so slender in others that a single hand could encircle them.
Her face was fair with a rosy complexion, and her eyes shimmered with allure. When she smiled, her two dimples could steal a man’s very soul. It was enough to be the death of him.
Ever since he brought this beautiful maiden into his room, he had gone several days without going out carousing with his degenerate friends.
Before, that gang of friends would call on him every other day—today to the Cuihong Building, tomorrow to the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion—and he never turned them down.
But for the past few days, no matter who came calling, he refused.
“Can’t go, can’t go. I have things to do at home.”
“What things? Heh heh, important things.”
“Stop asking. I’m just not going, and that’s final.”
His degenerate friends would look at each other, wondering what on earth had gotten into the town mayor’s eldest son.
Now, the eldest young master sat at the table and poured himself another cup of wine.
As he raised the cup to drink, his hand trembled slightly in mid-air. It wasn’t because he was drunk, but because... he couldn’t quite say why.

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