Chapter 51: Gentle Spring Equinox Winds, Year After Year Free from Worry

When Dongfang Yunyang heard that there were actually one hundred explosive tags included, a trace of surprise could not help but appear on his face. The price of explosive tags was by no means low, and even low-grade explosive tags were quite costly. For Dongfang Yanhu to give away one hundred of them all at once—to be honest, the quantity was rather staggering.

Meanwhile, Fang Shi noticed that after just one night, Shou Yang’s tone when speaking to him had grown noticeably closer. Rather than resembling two people who had met only a handful of times, it felt more like old friends of many years conversing, flowing so naturally that it aroused not a shred of aversion.

Feng Chen closed his eyes and sensed the surroundings. Naturally, the direction they were heading toward was the one where the aura of the Seven Passions Artifact of the White Lotus Flower was the densest.

Hearing this, some of the veteran immortal officials drew in a sharp breath of cold air, completely terrified by the identities of these individuals. Not a single one of these figures was someone to be trifled with; almost all of them could stand on equal footing with the Immortal Emperors of the Immortal Realm. For them to arrive in a group today with such overbearing dominance—could it be that some major event was about to unfold?

"Not bad at all. It seems your state of mind has truly sublimated," Kong Kongmie praised.

More wizards joined the advancing procession, laughing aloud and pointing at the several corpses floating overhead.

Perhaps most friends are not unfamiliar with pickled mustard greens; the famous old-坛 pickled cabbage instant noodles often come with a packet of them. However, people are likely much less familiar with rice cakes.

Di Ling glanced at Lin Ruohuo, suddenly feeling a strange sense of anguish—an anguish unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

Cui Ning had no time to react whatsoever. Jiang Chang'an's palm strike cleaved through the firmament, bearing supreme might and terrifying speed. He was akin to a living demon king, impossible to resist.

The resounding chime of bells and beat of drums, echoing in a harmony of dragons and phoenixes, originated from the two supreme treasures of the Immortal Realm—the Dragon Bell and the Phoenix Drum—housed within the Heaven-Suppressing Pagoda at the highest point of the Celestial Court. These instruments were linked to the Immortal Realm's grand defensive array via a specific formation. Once an external enemy approached, the Dragon Bell would sound the alarm, and if the bell and drum rang out together, it meant an external enemy had definitively breached the Immortal Realm.

The three of them managed to dodge narrowly without mishap, as the iron chain lashed against the adjacent mountain wall, instantly carving a deep fissure into the stone.

He picked up a firearm resembling a Barrett, though it lacked the heavy sense of visual power characteristic of a Barrett.

Situ Xing acted as though he had heard something immensely comical, laughing so hard that he rocked back and forth, front and back.

A powerful wave of energy directly repelled Lu Tian a hundred meters backward, and a pillar of purple flames surged into the sky.

From the moment the refugees spotted the figure on the roof of the bus until they fled to a spot close by, the mysterious person atop the roof had not moved a single inch.

Xia Tian rubbed his head, thought for a moment, and still failed to understand. Shaking his head, he promptly returned to gorging himself on food.

At that moment, Ning Qiu turned his head to glance at the sniper, then opened his palm. A brass-colored bullet was pinched between his fingers.

Yet the tank remained completely undamaged. The American military officer felt a surge of elation; this was a newly developed tank of the empire, crafted from materials far beyond the iron of ordinary tanks.

Soldiers who had been fast asleep were jolted awake, scrambling in a flurry of panic to sort out their armor and weapons.

Although Wang Zhen was often oblivious after the fact, this did not mean he was a fool devoid of emotional intelligence. He could hear that Lin Jiali was not rejecting him, and that she was indeed trying to accept him.

Over at the Pillar-Support Pagoda, alloy iron gates descended across the passageways, while golden rabbit-masked warriors had already gathered at each and every entrance.

The reason Xu He had remained dedicated to advancing into the Giant Wolf Mountain Range to encircle and suppress Xue Ning's faction was precisely because such a move would greatly benefit him. Once successful, it would undoubtedly constitute a monumental merit in the eyes of the First Prince, allowing Xu He himself to secure a promotion and receive massive rewards.

Mu Qing stood off to the side, watching the Prince sitting upright in his chair, elegantly wielding a folding fan. The Prince looked dashing, possessed a dignified appearance, and wore a stern expression.

Then, it realized that everything before its eyes was beginning to blur until it could see nothing at all, and it closed its eyes in bitter resignation.

Afterward, the original host appeared clad in Taoist robes, muttering incantations to claim that the two did not share compatible horoscopes and that a forced union would inevitably invite a bloody disaster.

In that fraction of a second, he felt as though he had been stripped naked, and that the deepest secrets of his heart had been exposed to someone else's gaze all along.

The thought lasted merely the blink of an eye before the ball reached him. This pitch was different from the previous ones, stirring up a faint, gentle breeze.

An overbearing and arrogant momentum permeated the entire stadium, seemingly freezing even the flow of air. It was so heavy that it made breathing impossible, bringing an agony akin to drowning. Such a powerful aura caused everyone to freeze for a moment, and fine beads of sweat quietly seeped from their foreheads.

He raised his head, wanting to belt out a few more resonant notes, only to see a person who absolutely should not have appeared there.

The contract-labor system he had to eradicate was precisely the foundation upon which these sweatshop owners relied for survival.

Rong Chengcheng was somewhat curious; they always said that likes repel, so why did Luo Yaran take such a liking to Yu Shenlan?

"Well, I usually don't say much to them," Shui Shui nodded. She mostly maintained a cold, detached stance as an onlooker. The only one she ever retorted to was Qian Momo, and Qian Momo had eventually found her happily ever after, moving into the house and even taking over Qian Zhi'an's room. It wasn't that the groom didn't have a house of his own; it was simply what Qian Momo had demanded.

"Today isn't the weekend. I'll come find you in the afternoon, okay?" Qian Shui Shui coaxed Mu Ziyu.

"Today is the anniversary of Xixi's parents' passing. We have to go pay our respects every year, so I came home early," Li Youmeng smiled.

"Nothing much going on. I'm busy; we'll talk about whatever it is tonight." Qian Zhi'an couldn't be bothered to care. Seeing this attitude, Qian Shui Shui couldn't stand it any longer and delivered a smack to the back of her younger brother's head.

"Mr. Ning, spare my life! I didn't mean to. It's just that I was blind and looked down on you. Since you're a magnanimous person, please spare me this once!" Upon thinking of this, Zhao Wu dropped straight to the ground in terror, continuously pleading with Ning Fan.

If this continued for long, I'm afraid that even if Long Yichen wasn't consumed by his own black flames, he would ultimately lose the willpower to walk out of here, remaining trapped forever like those withered bones.

Upon hearing that Fu Jingsi had been in a car accident, the very first person Ye Chen thought of was Bai Huanzhi back home. He genuinely wanted to see what kind of reaction she would have upon learning about this.

Aside from her two children, the person in this world who could most easily stir her emotions was Fu Jingsi.

Thinking of his mother from his past life, Lin Xiaoxuan felt a pang in his heart. Once he had money, he had wanted to bring her to the city to live a good life, but she refused, insisting on staying in her hometown to farm and raise pigs.

And so, a few days passed. On the afternoon of this particular day, Zhen Rong was preparing to venture outside the city to bring a patient she had cured back into town, when she received an urgent dispatch from an imperial messenger of the Lan Kingdom, marked for a seven-hundred-li urgent delivery.