The Desert Eagle's Debut

Xiao Wu flipped through it a couple of times, then handed it back to Ning Rongrong. With her personality, she really could not appreciate it.

Ning Rongrong was left speechless. Though she was a little unconvinced, the fact was exactly that—even if she added up everything she owned, none of it was as fun as a single game console.

When she got the chance, she would show it off to Crown Prince Brother. Hehe~~

Ye Yun raised an eyebrow. Crown Prince? Qian Renxue, right? With her methods, the news that the three of them had been personally brought back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would probably reach her ears very soon.

Being targeted by the little angel was only a matter of time. And she was still one of the better ones; toward geniuses, she had always been tolerant and willing to win them over, so the danger was relatively low.

But he still had to rub together the Orbital Kinetic Bombardment Cannon as soon as possible before he could feel at ease.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

"Come in!"

The door was pushed open, and a maid walked into the room, bowing as she reported, "Young Master Ye, Miss Xiao Wu, your residences have been tidied up. They are near the young miss's courtyard."

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, and she was secretly delighted. Her dad really understood her. From now on, she could look for Brother Yun and Xiao Wu to play together every day!

Ye Yun nodded lightly. "Sorry to trouble you. Take us over to have a look."

"It is my duty. This way, please."

The maid turned sideways and raised a hand to lead the way, her conduct proper and well-mannered.

Xiao Wu linked arms with Ning Rongrong and bounced along at the very front.

After walking for a short while, everyone arrived before a courtyard. The residence's specifications were slightly inferior to Ning Rongrong's courtyard, but if placed outside, it would already count as a first-rate lodging.

Ye Yun nodded. This place was indeed good. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect really was the richest sect; even the guest rooms were decorated so luxuriously.

And the courtyard was large enough. Any big items he made would also have space to be assembled.

"Rongrong, Xiao Wu, I'll stay here. You two go look at Xiao Wu's courtyard."

"Huh? I'm not staying with Brother?"

Xiao Wu looked up at the maid in confusion. The latter wore a standard smile as she explained.

"Miss Xiao Wu, making guests crowd together would make it seem as though we were neglecting our honored guests, so each person has their own building."

Ning Rongrong also chimed in from the side.

"That's right, that's right. Besides, there's nothing bad about each person having their own courtyard. I don't like outsiders entering my room, anyway. Come on, come on, let's go see where you'll be staying."

Xiao Wu pouted and was reluctantly dragged by Ning Rongrong toward the next courtyard.

Seeing the two of them leave, Ye Yun walked into the room and looked around briefly.

The interior layout leaned toward an ancient style. Many beautiful objects were placed on the display shelves, and incense was burning in the very center of the room.

Phew—truly rich and imposing.

Ye Yun took out the Portable Multi-functional Laboratory and set it up in the room. Fortunately, the beams here were relatively high, just enough to fit it.

Knock, knock, knock—

As the door was knocked on, a refined and gentle voice came from outside.

"Young friend Ye Yun, is it convenient to meet now?"

Ye Yun did not have much to hide. The laboratory had iris and fingerprint recognition, and its walls were made from a substance from Honkai: Star Rail—soundproof, heat-insulating, and hard.

They could not carry it away, and they could not get inside.

Ye Yun went forward and opened the door, only to see Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin standing before it.

"Uncle Ning. Senior Sword."

"No need for such courtesy. If you do not mind, you can be like Rongrong and call me Grandpa Sword."

Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, a gentle smile on his face.

Ye Yun did not refuse either. Right now, he still had to rely on them to help search for materials, so getting closer was a good thing.

"Sure. Then I'll call you Grandpa Sword. You can also call me Little Yun. My family all calls me that."

"Hahaha! Good! From now on, if you run into any trouble, just come to Grandpa Sword! This old man doesn't have many other skills, but this sword is sharp enough!"

Chen Xin laughed heartily, raised his hand, and gently patted Ye Yun's shoulder, his expression very pleased.

Ning Fengzhi was also happy to see this. Seeing that the mood between the three of them had opened up, he asked.

"Young friend Ye Yun, that child Tang San wanted to walk around by himself, so Uncle Sword and I came to see you.

Are you getting used to living here? If anything is lacking, just order the servants to handle it. There is no need to be polite."

Ye Yun's heart stirred when he heard this. He had been worrying about how to bring it up, and the other party had taken the initiative to come to his door. It was simply like someone delivering a pillow just as he was getting sleepy.

"Uncle Ning, to be honest, there is indeed something I would like to ask you to help with."

"Oh? Feel free to say it. As long as it is within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's ability, we will definitely handle it for you."

Ning Fengzhi's expression was gentle. He was not afraid of trouble; on the contrary, he was quite willing. What he feared was Ye Yun being too polite and distant, refusing to speak up when something happened. As long as he had needs, there was no fear of not finding a way to improve their relationship.

"I need a large amount of materials, and they need to be of many different types. Of course, I definitely won't let the sect work for nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Yun directly took out a Desert Eagle.

If he wanted others to put in effort, he naturally had to show enough sincerity.

With the defensive armor he was currently wearing, he could completely withstand the damage from this handgun.

Once the follow-up materials arrived, he could also forge exclusive protective gear for Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Tang San, and the others. When that time came, even in the face of firearms, everyone would be able to remain safe and unafraid.

Besides, the magazine only held seven rounds. Giving one away was no big deal; if anything, it would make him even more intimidating.

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin looked curiously at the Desert Eagle in Ye Yun's hand.

"Young friend Ye Yun, what is that?"

"This is called a Desert Eagle. It's a combat weapon from our world. Its power is decent enough. This weapon is loaded with seven armor-piercing rounds, capable of tearing through a soul master's defenses with ease.

"But hearing about it is no match for seeing it yourself. Grandpa Sword, why don't you try it?"

Ye Yun looked up at Chen Xin. This was partly to demonstrate its power, and partly because he wanted to test the might it would have after being enhanced by [Harmony] and [Erudition].

Previously, he had never had a suitable subject to test it on. The people he had encountered had all been too low-level; even without adding a Path, they would not have survived a single shot, so the matter had kept being put off.

Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi exchanged a glance, both able to see the confusion in the other's eyes. Neither of them understood what armor-piercing rounds or Desert Eagle meant. They only knew that this was a weapon.

"Ahem. Since that's the case, Xiao Yun, just go ahead and demonstrate that... Eagle."

Chen Xin gave a light cough, covering up the embarrassment of his own ignorance.

The three of them arrived at an open space in the courtyard.

Click—

The handgun was loaded. Ye Yun raised the gun and aimed at Chen Xin, preparing to demonstrate with an ordinary attack first.

"Grandpa Sword, you'd better summon your martial soul; after all, even a Contra would have to kneel before this thing."

Even without his reminder, Chen Xin did not dare be careless. The instant the Desert Eagle aimed at him, a sense of danger wrapped around his entire body.

Chen Xin held his sword horizontally in front of him and infused it with soul power to increase its defense.

Bang!

As the gunshot rang out, Chen Xin's pupils constricted sharply. By the time he reacted, his chest had already been struck hard by the sword itself. His chest felt tight and swollen, his breath nearly cutting off, and the entire arm gripping the sword trembled uncontrollably.

"Cough, cough, cough... What terrifying force..."

Chen Xin closed his eyes and regulated his breathing for a while before his aura finally steadied.

Ning Fengzhi was also shocked by the scene. With his observational ability as a Soul Sage, he had not even seen how Ye Yun attacked. He only heard a tremendous boom, and then Uncle Sword seemed to have suffered a heavy blow.

He immediately stepped forward to check on his injuries.

"Uncle Sword, how are you?"

Chen Xin did not speak. He only raised his sword, motioning for him to look at the spot that had been struck.

Ning Fengzhi looked over, and his heart was instantly filled with wild joy and fear. A mangled lump of flattened iron was stuck to the blade.