Chapter 51: Iron Flower Splattering at Mount Qiyun

Song Changjin was startled inwardly, and he guessed to himself: Could it be that Yan Tuojiang escaped secretly? He must have escaped secretly. Perhaps Ma Yongqing let him go; after all, a single day as husband and wife brings a lifetime of grace.

"No need, you've worked hard too. Get some good rest now, and remember to follow your senior sister to study Taoist arts properly tomorrow." Ruan Mengqi looked at the wooden floor, which had become spotlessly clean, and nodded with a smile.

Luo Lie sighed inwardly. Beneath Princess Longyu's adorable exterior lay such a vicious and sinister heart. Yet, he recalled how Princess Longyu could easily have abandoned him to his fate just moments ago, only to choose to save him at the very last second. Could it be that her conscience had suddenly awakened?

After taking this call, Su Han finally made up her mind. Hesitating no longer, she picked up her phone and dialed He Fei's number. As soon as the call went through, she immediately heard He Fei's muffled and slightly surprised voice asking, "Hello, is this Su Han?"

"I'm giving you something." I took out the other two spatial rings given to me by Hongye. A flash of unusual emotion crossed both of their faces, and then they looked at me with strange expressions without saying a word.

Luo Lie could not help but chuckle. Martha果然 still had conditions after all; he finally understood the reason for Martha's generosity. Martha must have realized that she could not accomplish this matter on her own, which was why she thought of borrowing his strength.

The members of the Heavenly Court responded in assent. Meanwhile, the living beings of the nine heavens retreated one by one, and those martial artists of the Qiyun Sect stood dejectedly, awaiting the judgment of the Heavenly Court.

Upon stepping into the passage, Jiang Han unleashed his entire aura outwardly. He had only one purpose in doing so: to let the lurking alien beasts in the dark passage know that there was someone formidable in front of whom they should not provoke trouble.

"She Taihong, you are always so despicable. What, you still want to touch Lin Xuan? He is my brother." At Qin Mingyue's words, She Taihong's pupils narrowed like sharp blades as he glared malevolently at Lin Xuan.

Yet how was one to explain this to ordinary people? They certainly could not tell the truth. At times like this, the experts had to take the blame once again. Anyway, they had already taken the blame plenty of times; having one or two more made no difference at all.

"Have you found it?" Shu He, who was standing on the balcony watching the snow, asked loudly after not seeing Lu Zhixun for a long time.

The people around were dumbfounded, their faces pale and their bodies trembling. Many rubbed their eyes, finding the scene utterly surreal.

Hearing this, Wu Qianli hurriedly ran up a nearby slope and raised his binoculars to look into the distance.

Those who won frequently in the trials saw their confidence skyrocket. Yet the Temple of Food Immortals specifically encouraged them to place bets, and these people would undoubtedly place heavy wagers on themselves. Ah, this was the moment for the plants to step in—to slaughter these fattened pigs in one swift stroke, wiping them out completely.

By dusk, fearing a night raid, the US 9th Infantry Regiment hurriedly retreated under the firepower support of tanks and aircraft.

Hearing the bell, Li Xin'er, who had just returned from outside, saw Ning Feng sitting in the last row. She excitedly returned to her seat, then turned her head and asked Ning Feng. As it turned out, her seat was right in front of his.

He naturally noticed his master and senior brothers, and he nodded with a smile, revealing a grin. However, in the end, his gaze settled on the leader—a ragged, unkempt Daoist priest wearing tattered robes.

Looking at Zhao Pengcheng and his wife, who were pleading with him continuously, Ning Feng sighed and then spoke.

The three of them walked into a teahouse, and as soon as they sat down, their attention was drawn to the conversation of a few people at a nearby table.

Hearing a voice identical to the one in Yangzhou City, Jin Geer almost stumbled. Suddenly hearing a series of crisp slapping sounds and screams, a bitter smile inevitably appeared on Jin Geer's exquisite face.

"Forget it, Yue Yang. Let's go withdraw the money instead. Anyway, I haven't spent that ten thousand yuan yet. We can withdraw the money and then return it to County Magistrate Meng." Although Yang Shan felt a bit aggrieved in her heart, she wasn't actually angry—perhaps her emotional makeup simply lacked the capacity for anger.

Zhao Kuo single-handedly shattered the sturdy palace gates that a thousand men could not force open. Lord Xinling and Lord Longyang exchanged glances, seeing a trace of fear in each other's eyes. Both knew that if that murderous king were to charge in, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In the camp of the Aoyue Empire, an elderly man in silver embroidered robes saw a flash of surprise in his gaze as he looked toward the tunnel entrance. He then turned his head slightly and asked, smiling faintly toward Goren.

"Fine, I'll wait for you a little while then." Xia Tian did not mind this too much; anyway, he had nothing to do, so waiting was fine.

Lengyue said in a mosquito-like whisper, "Tonight, we'll stay outside and won't come back." She added silently in her heart: *That way you can hold me while you sleep.*

Motian smiled slightly. Since the other party had already brandished the big signboard of Wansheng Town, if he refused to show respect, he would place himself in an unfavorable position. Motian was no fool, nor was he someone incapable of reading the current situation, so he very wisely chose to let Wansheng Town handle the matter.

While eagerly awaiting good news from them, I had also temporarily shaken off my preoccupation with the Immortal King's departure and once again immersed myself in cultivating the profound mental arts of the Heavenly Heart Sword Technique.