On the second day of the short holiday, Han Feng was pestered by Ning Rongrong and Zhang Lingling all day long—normally, Ning Rongrong wouldn't dare behave like this, but now with Zhang Lingling backing her up, she was naturally happy to have Han Feng accompany her.

By evening, Han Feng and Ning Rongrong had to return to Shrek Academy, while Zhang Lingling didn't plan to set off at night but rather the next morning. Han Feng and the others were leaving the day after tomorrow, so Zhang Lingling and Han Dang would arrive at Tiandou City one day later than Han Feng's group.

This was exactly what Han Feng wanted.

After all, Han Feng knew their first day's journey to Tiandou would hardly be peaceful.

Once Ning Rongrong lost Zhang Lingling's "protection," she became more reserved on the way back.

She realized she had been somewhat carried away today. Though happy, she was also worried that Han Feng might blame her.

Han Feng noticed her unease and rolled his eyes. "What's wrong now? You weren't so timid just now, and now you're scared?"

Ning Rongrong thought Han Feng was going to scold her again. Her beautiful eyes trembled. "I'm sorry! I got carried away just now. I promise I won't dare do it again! Please forgive me, just this once!"

Perhaps because of Zhang Lingling's presence, Han Feng and Ning Rongrong had grown closer today. Han Feng saw Ning Rongrong's timid side as endearing for the first time. Since he wasn't angry, he lightly flicked her forehead. "If Mom wasn't here, I would have given you a serious lesson today! Crying won't help!"

As Han Feng raised his hand, Ning Rongrong shut her eyes tightly, her delicate body trembling nervously. When she realized Han Feng only flicked her lightly, she opened her eyes in confusion, touched her forehead, and hearing his words, knew he was joking.

Suddenly, Ning Rongrong's heart filled with joy!

She knew from this day on, Han Feng's impression of her had changed. At least in his eyes, she was no longer the arrogant and unruly young lady or the willful little witch!

Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong was extremely happy!

On the third day of the holiday, Tang San, who had been secluded refining hidden weapons, finally emerged. Excited, he woke everyone up early, ruining Han Feng's plan to sleep in once again...

It wasn't just Han Feng; Dai Mubai also looked drained.

—Apparently, Dai Mubai had sparred all day yesterday with Zhao Wuji, and by the end, Zhao Wuji had thrown him back to the dorm.

To Han Feng's surprise, it wasn't just him and Dai Mubai; even Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong looked exhausted, and Zhu Zhuqing appeared sleep-deprived!

Han Feng didn't know that after Ning Rongrong returned to the dorm yesterday, she had been grilled repeatedly by Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing. When Ning Rongrong mentioned meeting Han Feng's mother, the three girls couldn't sleep and chatted until dawn. Just as they fell asleep, Tang San woke them up.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun were similar. Over the past two days of vacation, they hadn't seen the sun before 10 a.m.!

Tang San looked at the seven resentful faces and smiled awkwardly.

By Tang San's habits, he truly couldn't understand how some people could wake up just in time for lunch!

In his past life, having cultivated the Purple Extreme Demon Eye for decades, he never missed the first ray of purple light at sunrise!

"Third Brother! Why are you so eager so early?" Ma Hongjun yawned, holding a steamed bun in his left hand while scratching his messy hair with the right, complaining.

"Heh…" Tang San chuckled, knowing none of the seven were fully awake yet, and cut to the chase: "I've been secluded refining hidden weapons these past days, and today they're finally finished. I want to show you all!"

"Oh?"

At Tang San's words, everyone perked up. They knew the power of Tang San's hidden weapons well; Han Feng had even seen Tang San use the Zhuge Crossbow to instantly kill a two-thousand-year-old Human-Faced Demon Spider.

Seeing their reaction, Tang San smiled gently and swiped his finger across the Twenty-Four Bridges "Bright Moon Night" at his waist, making a pile of iron weapons appear.

Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up and instinctively reached out but suddenly remembered something. The flesh on his chubby face twitched sharply as he withdrew his hand nervously and asked Tang San, "Third Brother... these hidden weapons, there's no poison on them, right?"

Ma Hongjun was truly scared. Last time, just by accidentally touching the eight-spider spear on Tang San's back, he had hallucinated his grandmother waving at him from an ominous bridge. This time, he really dared not touch Tang San's things.

Tang San, seeing Ma Hongjun's expression, awkwardly scratched his nose and reassured him: "Don't worry! These hidden weapons are all mechanical types without poison!"

Relieved, Ma Hongjun took a small hidden weapon. It was equipped with three sleek, dark, unassuming arrows that gleamed coldly.

Seeing the sharpness of the arrows, Ma Hongjun shivered instinctively. "Third Brother! What is this?"

Tang San took the hidden weapon, skillfully attached it to his wrist, and explained while operating it: "This is a wrist dart. Hidden in the sleeve near the wrist, it's not very powerful but extremely covert, catching enemies off guard!"

Ma Hongjun watched Tang San and awkwardly smiled—he really hadn't realized this thing could fit on the wrist; it was just too small...

Tang San ignored him, concealing the wrist dart in his sleeve, calmly raising his arm to a vacant spot and said, "When used, just like this..."

Then Tang San bent his wrist sharply!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

In an instant, three dark arrows shot out like black lightning, piercing a stubborn stone ten meters away. The arrows sank in, creating cracks on the stone's surface!

"Like this, using the wrist's force to trigger the mechanism can shoot out three darts. The power isn't huge, enough to kill a normal spirit beast with about three to four hundred years of cultivation..." Tang San finished his explanation and leisurely walked to the stone to retrieve the arrows.

"Wow!"

Everyone gasped at the scene.

"Is this considered 'not very powerful'?"

They knew these darts didn't require spirit power to operate. Ignoring device wear, they could be considered to have no cost at all, allowing an ordinary person with no strength to fight a hundred-year-old spirit beast. But judging by Tang San's expression, he still wasn't fully satisfied!?

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous!" Dai Mubai, as a prince of the Star Luo Empire, knew the value of the wrist dart well—if an army could equip this weapon, their combat strength would multiply several times!

Han Feng was comparatively calm, picking up another heavier crossbow and murmuring, "Is this the Zhuge Crossbow?"

"Yes! The Zhuge Crossbow's power far surpasses the wrist dart. Theoretically, it can even pierce the true armor of a Spirit Sect level opponent!" Tang San explained seeing Han Feng's interest, but soon added with a wry smile, "Of course, for a defensive spirit master like you, it's still a stretch..."

"The Human-Faced Demon Spider died from it, right?" Han Feng asked.

"Yeah... but that was because I hit its weak spot. Given the spider's size, if the weak spot isn't hit, the Zhuge Crossbow could at most severely injure it. That's the biggest drawback of mechanical hidden weapons..." Tang San quickly clarified, afraid Han Feng might overestimate its power.

"That's enough!" Dai Mubai interrupted before Han Feng could reply. "A normal spirit master doesn't have a monster that big!"

Han Feng nodded in agreement, not underestimating it.

Admittedly, on the current continent, even a few of Tang San's hidden weapons from his previous life count as ultimate killing tools—Han Feng knew of many things far more powerful than hidden weapons, but could he make them?

Guns, bullets, machine guns, even hydrogen bombs or nuclear bombs that could change the world—Han Feng believed even the yet-to-be-born ferocious beasts on Douluo Continent, if transported to his previous life's world, could be slain there!

But limited by production technology and his own skill, these things remained only ideas in Han Feng's mind...

Tang San, somewhat embarrassed by the praise, found it hard to keep up with everyone's excitement.

Oscar swallowed nervously and said awkwardly to Tang San, "Third Brother... you made so many killing weapons. What's the plan?"

Tang San was a bit puzzled but answered after a moment's thought, "These are gifts for you all! One set each—one Zhuge Crossbow and one wrist dart!"

"Gifts for us?!" Oscar's pupils dilated, staring incredulously at Tang San. "Do you know how valuable these are?!"

Tang San smiled and raised his hand to calm Oscar down, matter-of-factly saying, "We're brothers. The stage ahead is even bigger. Naturally, we need tools for self-defense!"

Tang San's words moved Oscar to tears.

As a support spirit master, Oscar had dreamed of having an offensive weapon. Tang San's hidden weapons, though external, at least fulfilled half of his dream!

Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong were equally stunned. They all had backgrounds and knew the value far better than Ma Hongjun and Oscar, momentarily at a loss for words...

Han Feng and Xiao Wu reacted the calmest.

Xiao Wu had watched Tang San tinker with such things since childhood, so she was used to it and not too surprised.

Han Feng knew the wrist dart and Zhuge Crossbow were useful mostly in the early stages. Later, their usefulness declined as no one posed a serious threat beyond Spirit Sect level. Their biggest use was to arm sect disciples and imperial soldiers. But Han Feng, a proletarian with no background, had little demand for such things!

Ultimate killing weapons like "Guanyin Has Tears" couldn't be mass-produced anyway...

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