Chapter 48: Snow Cream

For four years, I rarely recalled that dark afternoon when Zhang Nan relentlessly struck me. I resisted until my whole body was weak, yet I still could not escape his violent invasion. Even now, the memory makes me tremble with fear.

“Everyone has been tired all day; let's head back and rest. We'll discuss anything else tomorrow morning,” Ni Juan said wearily, waving her hand as she helped me into Qiu Xu’s car.

Only then did Shen Xia notice a bowl of soup placed before Yang Huimin, and when she glanced at Hu Li, she saw an identical bowl there as well—three identical bowls in total.

She smiled lazily, smoothing her dark hair with a gentle tone, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she quietly watched him.

Their actions continued; he knew his benefactor was in the Temple of Light but was unsure of her exact location.

“Senior Brother, what kind of energy is this child using? With such a commotion, why is there no trace of energy fluctuations?” the middle-aged man, interrupted during his ritual, whispered.

Who ‘did’ this? Everyone turned to Ye Guyuanhong, who was scraping fish scales, leaving water all over the floor. He scraped and rinsed with water after each stroke; otherwise, he wouldn’t know which scales might have been scraped off.

Yu Dongqing now stayed close to the emperor daily, seizing every opportunity to petition him. If the emperor truly issued a decree or an imperial edict, Su Ruoshui would have no choice but to obediently send Su Ruyu to the Yu residence.

The abbot, accompanied by the four leading monks, came out of the mountain gate to greet them. With the abbot's company, Su Ruoshui burned several incense sticks, naturally donating some incense money, under the pretense of bringing blessings and longevity to the emperor and the serene imperial consort.

After dozens of moves, Feng Zhang suddenly staggered, retreating over ten meters, his left arm instantly stained with blood.

He was eager to understand what kind of existence this Delta truly was. What mystery was it hiding?

This matter was crucial to Base 3. Now they needed to return there, but due to certain special reasons, they couldn’t take a helicopter directly and had to travel by land.

In that fleeting moment of hesitation, Jing Lechun, expression solemn, had already pursued from behind. The invisible spiritual pressure emitted by his Zanpakuto, Flower Heaven Frenzy Bone, enveloped Qianshou Cheng, seemingly altering some laws.

A Man was shocked. She suddenly realized she had underestimated the Great Roc’s insight. Judging by the mother bird’s position, it had indeed sensed the poison in the underground palace.

Wuji Sunxian, Saint Spirit Lairis, and Sea Emperor Pairo exchanged glances, their hearts stirred deeply.

The group shuddered inwardly; the power of that kick was so overwhelming, it felt as if it could kill a bull.

Everyone grew more tense. The instructor granny was even grateful she had demonstrated first; otherwise, even she might have been too nervous to walk.

In fact, as early as when Yabulu decided to side with Omer, he was willing to provide all the intelligence he had.

Li Manjun, seeing her aunt acting nonchalant with a smiling face, finally realized there were people shameless enough in the world.

Feeling this warm and harmonious atmosphere, a strange sensation instantly spread through A Man’s body.

The reason was that not long ago, he noticed Zhang Dashi had been scolded by some people, who looked at him with disdain. If not for the presence of the alliance police, those people might have directly attacked Zhang Dashi.

Deep within the Blackwood Forest, Xiao Feng and Xiao Wu were originally close, but after the recent commotion, they prudently gathered together.

He wore white robes, his long hair loose yet tidy, with delicate features. If not for his piercing, icy eyes, one might mistake him for a noble son from a prestigious family in the capital. He exuded elegance and nobility, but the only flaw was the empty left sleeve of his robe.

The two monsters were stunned for a moment, then both looked down at the spot on their legs where the explosion had occurred.

Sazex was chatting with Odin when he entered the house, letting Lias take Tian Youqing and the others to roam freely.

After thanking, Tang Ze wanted to ask if the other party had seen the deceased, but suddenly guests arrived, and the others neglected Tang Ze and his group.

Everyone stopped moving, as if time had frozen, involuntarily gazing at the mansion before them. They looked up to watch the dust floating under the moonlight for a long time—it was deathly still.

The stone mountain supporting the plaque of Qianshi Longzhong was extraordinarily hard stone, making inscription difficult. Yet precisely because of this, the plaque was maximally protected from wind and rain, and even after decades, the inscription remained bright and new.

Few knew what lay beyond the Heavenly Steps, for it was truly beyond reach for most.

Inside the hall, the white-eyed elder, who had been busy dodging, noticed the archers’ shooting frequency and number clearly dropping. He immediately realized the enemy was faltering.

“He doesn’t like you. How did you find out?” Mu Ran furrowed his brow, his light brown pupils now radiating a dangerous aura.

If you two start a renovation workout tonight, I’m afraid I’ll have to stay up alone until tomorrow noon.

These wild vegetables, if only boiled in water, would taste awful. They must be cooked with meat and oil to bring out the flavor.

Chu Qingning didn’t understand the wealthy world. She tied on an apron, rolled up her sleeves, and began guiding the construction site with the blueprint in hand.

Now, only Yang Shaofeng and nine zombies besides Kexia knew an assassin had come up the mountain. The others were unaware that a battle had occurred. Sister Kexia was lost in sweet happiness, and Yang Shaofeng wouldn’t disturb her now.

This wasn’t a towering monk, yet he had the pure, almost childish thoughts of a recluse.

Whenever she encountered questions, she consulted Gong Yuyan, who, in his boredom, would tease her.

“He’s not eating. He hasn’t woken up yet.” They had gone to bed late last night; for Chi Yan, that was staying up late.

Five years into mountain cultivation, Li Ping’an still looked as he did when he came from the mundane world, only with a paler complexion.

Unbeknownst to all, in a heap of beggars, an old beggar curled up, seemingly dozing, unconcerned as others quietly took the copper coins from his bowl.

Now, amid the layers of emerald green on the shore, a touch of pink and white appeared, blossoms quietly blooming without struggle or contention.