Chapter 38: The Daoist Temple and the Bomb

Seeing that young Qin Suwen clearly didn't trust him, Fang Xu couldn't help but grit his teeth in frustration.

In the end, Fang Xu decided to tell Qin Suwen what he had been thinking earlier. As she listened to his words, her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him.

"Is it really that powerful?" Qin Suwen was naturally startled by Fang Xu's description of the bomb's explosion, and he quickly nodded in response.

Fang Xu wasn't lying; even a simple bomb would wield a formidable force. Otherwise, who would even know how they died when the time came?

"Do you really know how to make one? Why have I never heard of such a thing?" Qin Suwen still harbored doubts, and Fang Xu understood that her skepticism was only natural.

There was nothing he could do about it. If it weren't for Qin Suwen's sake, he would have simply lazed about, waiting for fate, and wouldn't have bothered racking his brains to devise a bomb.

"Of course you've never heard of it! You should see who came up with the idea!" Fang Xu straightened his back with pride, finally able to hold his head high before Qin Suwen.

"Who thought of it?" Qin Suwen seemed to ask knowingly, but Fang Xu puffed out his chest even further, feigning nonchalance.

"If you won't tell me, so be it~" Qin Suwen, noticing his actions, couldn't resist the urge to tease him.

"Of course, it was your handsome, dashing, charming, and universally adored husband!" Fang Xu shamelessly showered himself with praise, but when he glanced at Qin Suwen's expression—

He'd hoped to see stars in her eyes, a look of adoration at the very least!

But Qin Suwen didn't even acknowledge him. His earlier self-praise had been wasted!

"Ah, to be ignored by my own wife! No love left, none at all!" Fang Xu sat down, shaking his head and muttering in mock grievance.

Seeing his aggrieved appearance, Qin Suwen couldn't help but laugh, deciding not to tease him any longer.

"Alright, you're the best, okay?" she said coquettishly, tugging at his sleeve. Fang Xu intended to remain stoic, but her gentle words and bashful look nearly made his nose bleed.

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Fang Xu could almost feel a rush of blood to his nose. No wonder those celebrities in his previous life would win countless gifts from fans just by acting cute—it was truly irresistible! He finally relented.

Qin Suwen's lips curled into a slight smile when she saw Fang Xu give in.

"Hmph! I knew you liked this sort of thing!" she thought to herself, but maintained a calm facade.

After several attempts, Qin Suwen had discovered Fang Xu's utter lack of resistance to this kind of coquettishness, and now she had mastered the trick: her voice had to be soft, with the last syllable drawn out, and her facial and hand movements had to match.

Fang Xu had no idea she had found his weakness.

"Alright, alright, if you keep shaking my sleeve, there may be a casualty," Fang Xu quickly stopped her and wiped his nose, relieved to find there was no nosebleed. If he embarrassed himself here, he might as well jump into a well and be done with it.

"You really know how to make bombs?" Qin Suwen released his sleeve and sat up straight.

"It's not impossible, but I need help finding someone. If we can, then making one will be a simple matter." Fang Xu replied with a smile, feeling oddly empty when she let go of his sleeve, though he quickly shook off the feeling.

"Who?" Qin Suwen was already eager to know.

It was only natural. If the bomb truly matched Fang Xu's description, she genuinely believed he could "blow them all away."

"Sun Simiao! If we can find him, that would be ideal," Fang Xu declared confidently, but Qin Suwen frowned slightly.

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"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Seeing her expression, Fang Xu grew anxious.

"It might not be so easy to find him. The Sun family is small, most are commoners. Are you certain?" Qin Suwen asked, and Fang Xu was momentarily stunned.

"Does it have to be him? Couldn't someone else do it?" She had gleaned something from his reaction and asked hesitantly.

She wanted the bomb, but the Sun surname was rare in Great Qin, and judging by Fang Xu's reaction, this Sun Simiao might not be a commoner.

"Someone else? Wait! That's right, it doesn't have to be Sun Simiao!" Fang Xu suddenly realized he'd been trapped by his own assumptions.

Why had he thought so? Because his textbooks said Sun Simiao had discovered the ingredients for gunpowder.

But he remembered—what was Sun Simiao doing when he made the discovery? That's right, he had been refining elixirs—he was a Daoist disciple! Sun Simiao had simply been lucky.

If that was the case, why not seek out another Daoist disciple to assist him?

"Madam, do you know if there are Daoist temples in Great Qin?" Fang Xu asked seriously, his excitement barely contained. Qin Suwen, noticing his agitation, ignored the way he addressed her.

"There are indeed Daoist temples in Great Qin, but what are you planning? Does gunpowder have something to do with Daoist temples?" she pondered for a moment, nodded, and looked at him curiously.

Why ask about Daoist temples now? Did bombs have some connection to them?

"The link between the two is quite significant!" Fang Xu grinned excitedly. As long as there were Daoist temples, making a bomb would be no trouble at all.

After all, Fang Xu now had time on his side.