Looking at the Desert Eagle in Lu Chen's hand, Chu Yuqin was momentarily stunned, after all, this was a weapon that allowed an ordinary person to instantly kill a Ninth Grade Martial Artist.
Seeing Chu Yuqin's curiosity about the Desert Eagle, Lu Chen directly handed over the unloaded gun to her.
After Chu Yuqin received the Desert Eagle, she repeatedly caressed it with her fair hands, very curious—how exactly did this small thing kill a Ninth Grade Martial Artist?
Chu Yuqin then asked, "Chen'er, where did you get this weapon from?"
Chu Yuqin happened to be a martial artist herself and had seen many weapons, she could tell the moment she touched it that the materials used for making the Desert Eagle were not ordinary, and the precision of the weapon was beyond one's imagination.
It was even possible that the royal family of the Great Xia Dynasty did not possess such materials, nor could they manufacture a weapon this precise.
Although Lu Chen survived with the help of this mysterious weapon, Madam Chu felt somewhat guilty at that moment—she had always protected Lu Chen's safety, yet she had still allowed the provider of this mysterious weapon to come into contact with him.
What if the person did not intend to provide Lu Chen with weapons, but instead wanted to kill him? The consequences were unimaginable.
Lu Chen answered with a smile, "Madam Chu, if I told you that these were parts I had made and then assembled myself, would you believe me?"
Chu Yuqin snorted lightly and said, "I am not an idiot."
Lu Chen, pretending to be an adult, said, "Madam Chu, I'm also a man now, having a bit of a man's secret is quite normal."
Lu Chen's words were originally just a joke, but upon hearing them, Chu Yuqin fell silent.
Ever since Lu Chen lost his mother at the age of ten, Chu Yuqin had always looked after him, caring for him as if he was her own child.
But now Lu Chen had turned sixteen and was even married; she, however, subconsciously still saw him as a child.
Seeing that Chu Yuqin was not speaking, Lu Chen asked with concern, "Madam Chu, what are you thinking? Is there something wrong with what I said?"
Chu Yuqin came back to her senses and handed the Desert Eagle back to Lu Chen, showing a relieved smile on her face, "Chen'er, you're right, you have grown up, you're a man now, I shouldn't continue to treat you like a child."
"However, I still want to remind you that the person who provided you with the weapon must have big plans, you must be careful."
"Also, those two weapons you carry must not be known to outsiders, otherwise, even if you reach North City, you will attract continuous assassination attempts by the strong ones in the Martial Arts world."
Lu Chen said, "Mm, don't worry Madam Chu, I am aware of the pros and cons."
Chu Yuqin said, "Alright, go and check on Zixuan and the others."
Afterward, Chu Yuqin turned and left, heading towards General Li and his group.
At this time, General Li and the others were cleaning up the bodies; seeing Chu Yuqin coming over, General Li immediately asked, "Madam Chu, is the Prince unharmed?"
Chu Yuqin replied indifferently, "Hmm, he's fine."
With this, Chu Yuqin reminded, "General Li, regarding today's event, I hope you and your soldiers can act as if you've seen nothing."
Hearing these words from Chu Yuqin, General Li instantly understood what she meant.
Clearly, she was referring to the North Prince instantly killing a Ninth Grade Martial Artist.
The outside world rumored that the North Prince was nothing but a useless Prince, who knew nothing of Martial Arts, did not study much, and knew only to indulge in eating, drinking, and merrymaking.
When Duke Mu asked General Li to protect the North Prince on his journey to establish his feudal estate in North City, General Li was somewhat reluctant in his heart.
But after witnessing today's event, it seemed that everyone was mistaken.
With the North Prince holding such a terrifying weapon, he couldn't possibly be just a waste as simple as that.
That was a Ninth Grade Martial Artist!
Only a level below Grandmaster, the Ninth Grade!
With just one additional glance at the North Prince, that Ninth Grade Martial Artist was no more.
And that Eighth Grade Martial Artist, from such a distance, General Li himself admitted he might not have been able to shoot and kill that Eighth Grade Martial Artist with an arrow.
Eighth Grade Martial Artists have Spiritual Energy within their bodies; when an arrow enters their body, they can control their muscles to catch the arrowhead.
Yet the North Prince, using some unknown weapon, managed to blow the head off that Eighth Grade Martial Artist instantly from such a distance.
Moreover, at that time, the North Prince was just lying on the ground without any movement. Shooting an arrow requires drawing a bow, yet as the North Prince lay there, the life of that Eighth Grade Martial Artist came to an end.
This was enough to show how terrifying the weapon in the North Prince's hands was!
Despite having such a terrifying weapon, the North Prince did not vie for the throne; he even willingly went to North City.
What did this imply?
Li Feng dared not think any further.
He even began to suspect whether he might be silenced by the North Prince.
Although he was the general of the Guard Team assigned to escort the North Prince to his fief, he was also a commander in the Great Xia's Hu Ben Army.
The North Prince might not necessarily trust them!
Thinking this, Li Feng and his men couldn't stop the cold sweat from soaking their backs.
After Chu Yuqin finished reminding Li Feng and the others, she turned and left.
Watching Chu Yuqin's departing figure, a soldier whispered to Li Feng, "General… General, after we reach North City, we won't be silenced, will we?"
The soldiers following Li Feng were elites from within the Hu Ben Army, and they were not dumb. They also understood what having a weapon that could instantaneously kill a Ninth Grade Martial Artist meant.
To everyone at that moment, the North Prince must have had a great scheme in mind, so to prevent the day's events from being leaked, it was highly possible that the North Prince might silence them.
In order to comfort the remaining hundred or so soldiers, Li Feng immediately said, "Don't spout nonsense, you lad."
"We are Duke Mu's men, and Duke Mu is the North Prince's father-in-law; the North Prince will surely trust us."
Hearing Li Feng's words, the soldiers came to a realization.
Indeed, Duke Mu was the North Prince's father-in-law, and Duke Mu's daughter was also the princess consort.
Weren't they, the soldiers of Duke Mu's faction, equivalent to being men on the North Prince's side?
Then why would the North Prince want to silence his own people for no reason?
With this thought, the soldiers also breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Li Feng was still quite worried at this time.
Even though they were part of Duke Mu's faction, they were also part of the Great Xia's Hu Ben Army; after escorting the North Prince to North City, they were to return to the Capital City.
Would the North Prince really trust them?
That was uncertain.
But now, there was no other choice but to wait until they reached North City to know the North Prince's true intentions.
After cleaning up the scene, Lu Chen and his caravan set off again, continuing towards North City.
A few hours later.
A certain tavern.
Lu Shuyun sat by the window, quietly waiting for the news to arrive.
At this moment, he faintly sensed something was amiss. By all accounts, those people should have returned by now, but up till now, there was still no news.
Just then, a man dressed in gray clothes hurriedly walked out.
"Your Highness, there has been a grave mishap!"
As soon as the man entered the room, he immediately kneeled down.
Lu Shuyun's brow furrowed, and he then asked in a cold voice, "What happened?"
The man quickly answered, "Blood Moon Tower failed, and none of the people they dispatched have returned alive, including those two Ninth Grade experts."
"Now, the Tower Master of Blood Moon Tower is in a great fury, believing we deliberately set them up, and is demanding compensation."