The chest was filled with military strategy books. It seemed no wonder Xuan Zhan had become the War God of a kingdom. Even in the midst of such a great calamity, he hadn’t forgotten to bring these books along, showing just how passionate he was about military tactics.
The fact that Xuan Zhan opened the chest right in front of Jian Junyao indicated he had no intention of hiding these things from her.
Picking up one of the books, she leaned back against the soft cushion, holding the book in one hand and propping her head up with the other as she began to read.
Jian Junyao had no interest whatsoever in these military strategies. Seeing that Xuan Zhan had already immersed himself in reading, she didn’t want to stay and be in the way, so she stood up, preparing to leave the carriage.
“Stop.”
Jian Junyao was puzzled.
They had only just met a day ago and had nearly ended up killing each other. Why was he suddenly reluctant to let her leave?
“What?”
Jian Junyao asked, a bit annoyed.
“Sit back down.” Xuan Zhan’s eyes remained fixed on the book in his hands, and his tone carried no emotion.
For some reason, whenever Jian Junyao saw that look in Xuan Zhan’s eyes, she couldn’t help but think of her own soul scattering and spirit dispersing.
Shivering, she reluctantly sat back down in her original spot.
“Show me that iron lump you used today.” Xuan Zhan’s cool voice rang out again.
“Iron lump?” Jian Junyao was confused. What iron lump?
“The weapon you used to deal with those black-clad men today.”
Xuan Zhan wanted to say “the weapon you used against me just now,” but he thought better of it. As the esteemed War God of the Biyuan Kingdom, being subdued by a young woman was too embarrassing to mention.
Jian Junyao suddenly understood.
So, the “iron lump” he was referring to was actually the anesthetic gun.
Suppressing a laugh, Jian Junyao retrieved the anesthetic gun from her Space.
Xuan Zhan pretended to be reserved as he picked up the anesthetic gun to examine it.
Just as he was about to point the barrel toward himself, Jian Junyao quickly warned him.
“Be careful.”
As she spoke, she snatched the anesthetic gun back and reluctantly explained.
“This thing is called an anesthetic gun. This is the barrel—the bullets come out from here. You aim it at the target, then pull the trigger…”
Xuan Zhan listened with great attention.
For someone who had spent years on the battlefield, nothing was more captivating than a highly lethal weapon.
“This prince likes this anesthetic gun.”
Jian Junyao naturally understood what he meant—he simply wanted to claim this anesthetic gun for himself.
However, his attitude this time had improved; he wasn’t as domineering as before.
Even so, Jian Junyao still felt a bit reluctant.
After all, this anesthetic gun was the most expensive item she had purchased so far.
Seeing her pained expression, the corner of Xuan Zhan’s lips twitched upward slightly, though it quickly returned to normal.
“How much silver? This prince will buy it from you.”
Xuan Zhan’s improved attitude caught Jian Junyao off guard, especially when she saw his mesmerizingly handsome face. Her inner fangirl nearly took over.
As a result, the words slipped out before she could stop herself.
“The anesthetic gun costs one hundred taels, and it comes with ten anesthetic bullets.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Jian Junyao wanted to slap herself. Given how much Xuan Zhan seemed to like the anesthetic gun, she could have made a huge profit.
But in her moment of fangirling, the silver that was practically within her grasp had slipped away.
Xuan Zhan had only softened his tone toward her because he remembered how pitifully she had cried earlier. He hadn’t expected it to have such an effect.
It seemed this woman was the type who responded better to kindness than force.
He quickly took out five hundred taels in silver notes from his robe. “This prince wants five anesthetic guns.”
When Jian Junyao saw the five hundred taels of silver note, she initially thought Xuan Zhan intended to buy one anesthetic gun and give her the rest as a reward. She never expected this man to be so stingy, unwilling to give her even the slightest benefit.
With a dark expression, she took the silver note. Her eyes darted around as a plan formed in her mind.
Since I can’t make money from you with the anesthetic gun, I can find another way.
“Prince, this anesthetic gun isn’t as simple as just buying the outer shell.”
From her expression, Xuan Zhan knew this woman was up to something.
However, he didn’t expose her immediately. Instead, he stared intently at her, wanting to see what trick she had up her sleeve.
Jian Junyao continued speaking on her own.
“This anesthetic gun only contains ten anesthetic bullets. Once the bullets are used up, this thing will become a pile of scrap metal.”
Xuan Zhan asked knowingly, “What are you trying to say?”
Jian Junyao could sense his playful tone, but to squeeze money out of Xuan Zhan, she had to grit her teeth and continue.
“What I mean is, besides the anesthetic gun, I can also provide anesthetic bullets here.”
Anesthetic bullets were sold in sets, priced at one thousand Space Coins per set in the weapon store.
Later, she could tell Xuan Zhan that one set cost five thousand Space Coins, and she would still make a profit.
After Jian Junyao finished speaking, she waited for Xuan Zhan to ask about the price of the anesthetic bullets.
However, Xuan Zhan’s response was so shocking it nearly made Jian Junyao spit blood in anger.
“First, give me five anesthetic guns, no anesthetic bullets.”
Jian Junyao…
Xuan Zhan, you’re a grown man, do you have to be so petty? It’s just a little money I’m trying to make from you!
Jian Junyao was unwilling, but since she had already taken Xuan Zhan’s silver, she still had to deliver the anesthetic guns.
With a dark expression, she purchased five anesthetic guns from the weapon store and tossed them directly in front of Xuan Zhan.
Faced with her attitude, Xuan Zhan didn’t get angry. He picked them up one by one to inspect them, then called out to the people outside.
“Ling Ye, Ling Feng, Ling Bei, Steward…”
Hearing the Prince’s call, they all hurried over.
As the curtain was lifted, Xuan Zhan handed four anesthetic guns to them.
“Our journey ahead may not be peaceful. I’m giving each of you one of these to use for self-defense when needed.”
Ling Bei was the most impatient and straightforward. After examining the anesthetic gun, he asked, “Prince, was this thing the source of the sound we heard earlier?”
“Yes, you’re right. It was this thing that made the sound.”
Xuan Zhan was very patient at this moment, as he needed to teach these people how to use the anesthetic gun.
It was the first time the group had seen their Prince speak so much at once. He carefully explained the usage of the anesthetic gun and, fearing they still wouldn’t understand, endured the pain of wasting one anesthetic bullet to fire a shot in front of everyone.
Unfortunately, there was no suitable living target, so everyone could only hear the sound.
Nevertheless, the intended effect was achieved. The group had fully mastered how to use the anesthetic gun.
As long as they didn’t miss, the power of this thing was absolutely top-tier.
Xuan Zhan waved at the delighted group and returned to the carriage.
As he lowered the curtain, he saw Jian Junyao’s unhappy face.
Xuan Zhan knew it must be because this woman hadn’t gotten the silver she wanted and was displeased.
“Money isn’t made in a single day. The road to the Northwest is still long, so there’s no need to rush.”
In truth, he had already prepared himself to have his silver drained dry by this woman.
During such a famine, having food to eat was already a great satisfaction. Money could always be earned again. Moreover, given his wealth, it was unlikely—if not impossible—for this woman to reduce him to a penniless state.