Sir, Am I Beautiful?

"So Tang Hao really is something. He could even bring himself to lay hands on his own uncle."

Sunday smiled and shook his head, then took a stack of blueprints from the ring on his hand and passed them to Xue Qinghe.

"None of that has anything to do with us. Your Highness, why not take a look at these?"

"Oh? These are..."

Intrigued, Xue Qinghe accepted the blueprints Sunday offered and examined them closely.

"These! These are!"

After looking through them for a while, Xue Qinghe was utterly shocked, his eyes widening in disbelief.

He looked up at Sunday and asked in a strained voice:

"Sir, are all these things real?"

He was already on the verge of bursting with excitement. Although he knew nothing about rifles or steam engines,

there was something else on the Douluo Continent: Soul Tools!

These things were clearly similar to Soul Tools. They could very well be Soul Tool blueprints.

Soul Tools had been in decline on the Douluo Continent for a thousand years, and the methods of making them had long since been lost. The only way to obtain them was to excavate Soul Tools from ages past.

Storage Soul Tools, Defensive Soul Tools, Lighting Soul Tools-with these in hand, it would be no exaggeration to say his future victory was nailed down.

These things offered tremendous advantages in transportation, fortifications, and more. How could he not be excited?

Sunday nodded calmly and took a sip of black tea.

"I discovered these things in a surviving Soul Tool manual and improved them.

A few are intended for civilian use, but most of the rest are offensive weapons."

Upon hearing Sunday's explanation, Xue Qinghe stood and turned around twice in delight.

"Really? Wonderful! With these, the army's strength will definitely rise by a huge margin."

"After my modifications, these weapons require no Soul Power to operate. Even ordinary people can use them to kill enemies after some basic training."

"Really?"

Xue Qinghe felt that today truly was a wonderful day. What did it mean for ordinary people to be able to use them?

It meant that, if they were mass-produced, he could instantly acquire an elite force with considerable fighting power.

"Sir, how powerful are these weapons...?"

"Piercing a willow leaf from a hundred paces is no problem. With a rifle, even a Soul Emperor can be killed with ease, provided the shot is accurate."

Sunday was not talking nonsense. Although smokeless powder was still unrealistic given Douluo's technological development, the power of black powder alone made taking down a Soul Emperor a piece of cake.

Only when Soul Saints gained the Martial Soul Avatar skill, which greatly enhanced their physical attributes and produced something akin to a protective aura, would the lethality of small-caliber firearms be greatly reduced.

"Sir, you truly have the talent to govern an age of peace. These things will surely bring an unprecedented revolution to the continent."

Xue Qinghe gazed beyond the pavilion, as though he could already see a golden age dawning.

Watching the excited Xue Qinghe, Sunday spoke calmly, dousing the fire in his heart.

"Your Highness, there is no need to celebrate so soon. I have conditions for providing these things.

If you cannot meet them, then all I can say is that it would be a pity."

Xue Qinghe immediately calmed down upon hearing that. Indeed, these things were so precious. How could Sunday possibly give them to him so easily?

"No problem. Please name your terms, sir. Whatever your demands, I will satisfy them."

Xue Qinghe had never feared Sunday making demands. The more he asked for, the smoother it would be to win him over.

"First, these weapons must never fall into outside hands. They lack the anti-disassembly mechanisms of Soul Tools, so others could copy them just by imitating what they see.

Furthermore, even someone without training could cause tremendous harm if they figured out how to use them.

Tools are created to benefit humanity. If people with ulterior motives turn them toward evil, it will bring utter devastation to countless lives."

As Sunday spoke, his expression grew extremely grave. This was his greatest concern.

Unlike Soul Tools, these weapons had no self-destruct mechanism. If they got out, imitations could easily be made.

His intention in providing the weapon blueprints was to accelerate the unification of the three great empires later on, not to start a world war.

Xue Qinghe's expression also grew grave after hearing this. He had been so caught up in his excitement that he had not considered how serious the drawbacks were.

"Rest assured, sir. I will never let that happen."

At those words, Sunday's expression turned strange, and he glanced at Xue Qinghe.

"Second, every item must be strictly marked with its production date and serial number. There can be no carelessness whatsoever.

And I do not want any third-party faction to possess these weapons."

As he spoke, Sunday reached out and tapped the table.

Every tap landed heavily on Xue Qinghe's heart.

Xue Qinghe suddenly went rigid, a trace of fear and suspicion appearing in his eyes.

Could it be... that he's discovered something?

Xue Qinghe was genuinely starting to panic. Sunday's words clearly carried a hidden meaning.

What did he mean by not wanting a third-party faction to know? Wasn't that pointing straight at his other identity?

"Sir, you... worry too much. I can still distinguish what matters from what does not."

Sunday smiled at that, resting his cheek on his hand.

"Your Highness, sometimes one sees through something without exposing it, or exposes it without seeing through it.

But sometimes, sincerity is the foundation of cooperation.

There are two kinds of people I hate most in this life: those who violate Order, and liars!"

Upon hearing Sunday's words, Xue Qinghe's casual manner and smile gave way to cold indifference, and his entire bearing changed.

Xue Qinghe remained silent for a long while before finally speaking quietly.

"Sir, could you wait a moment for me?"

A clear, melodious voice came from Xue Qinghe's mouth, taking even Sunday somewhat by surprise.

With a voice like that, singing should suit him.

Sunday nodded and extended a hand toward Xue Qinghe.

"Please, go ahead."

Xue Qinghe nodded and left the courtyard. With nothing to do, Sunday began thinking about where to take Yu Feng and the others for their next training expedition.

"Sorry for the wait, sir."

A while later, just as Sunday was deep in thought, a clear, lovely voice sounded behind him.

Sunday turned at the sound and saw a woman in a court gown approaching with graceful steps.

She had long golden hair, and her exquisite oval face featured a delicately sculpted nose, luscious red lips, and a pair of amethyst eyes that shone like stars.

She was both sacred and aloof. Her court gown perfectly accentuated her lovely figure, while her snow-white skin glowed with the luster of polished jade.

"Sir, am I beautiful?"

Seeing Sunday looking at her, Qian Renxue curved her red lips into a smile and spoke softly, giving a matching twirl.

Her eyes held three parts curiosity, three parts anticipation, three parts bashfulness, and one part teasing.

"Hmm... not bad."

Sunday looked for a while, but those were the only two words he managed to squeeze out before lowering his head to drink his tea.

It could not be helped. He did not actually dislike gold, but he could not appreciate it either.

That strutting peacock Aventurine had left him with a truly terrible impression-so inept, yet so eager to play, and dressed as gaudily as a spray of flowers.

Sunday could find nothing to like about him, which had also left him feeling lukewarm about gold.

Sunday even thought spending time with Acheron was more comfortable than spending time with Aventurine.