Spring’s Promise Amid the Snow 21

“All right, all right, this is a strategy meeting, not a rally!” Chang Fei pressed his hands down to calm everyone.
“What? Comfortable? Warm? Are you kidding me?” Zhang Qiulai was taken aback. He knew all too well how fierce the Flame Fruit was. He both loved and hated the thing, and with only one issued to him each month, its rarity was clear.
“That’s good.” Su Yuan nodded, glancing at the ox-headed and horse-faced guardians and the door. After Yama transformed into a stone statue and vanished, the door slowly closed, the guardians returned to their original positions on the ground, motionless, and everything reverted to how it was.
The four mighty ones flew swiftly toward the city gate. At their speed, they arrived in the blink of an eye.
“Yes! I just got here! Chi Cheng, are you all right? I heard you were just entering the canal,” Dahe said, still somewhat uneasy.
The basic slide step, including twenty-six types of slide steps—each trajectory of a letter’s movement was its own sliding technique.
This black flame gave him an intense sense of danger, far more terrifying than the so-called white fire.
What was once just an ordinary-looking tree, the Era Tree, had now grown considerably. Yet compared to its true form, existing within the fissures of time and spanning the river of ages, this was merely a slightly larger offshoot, essentially just a branch.
“If it’s a surprise, how can I tell you?” I hugged her waist, determined not to say a word.
Hong Wu understood well—he might be able to handle one unicorn demon mane, but if two joined forces, he would stand no chance.
When Liu Huo channeled the vital energy from his treasure and fired several ice arrows, he was delighted to find that the backlash that had plagued him for so long didn’t appear—and the power of his spells had even grown.
“Just barely clocked in and the credit union’s already open for deposits?” Wu Peiguan retorted with disdain.
Just as Jiaoyang was basking in victory, a figure suddenly flashed from the distance and, in an instant, was standing right before him.

“This is ready-made, isn’t it?” Ling Wuji gazed at the cat-headed figure, unable to help himself from disappearing again.
But today, Liu Huo miscalculated—he hadn’t expected this bastard, after fantasizing about Tian Xiuxiu, to immediately set his sights on Luo Li. This was trouble. The bald man’s eyes lit up right away.
Qin Hua wordlessly handed over the knife. To be honest, he also thought this Doctor Zhen was too weak. The blade wasn’t particularly heavy, and it felt quite handy—in fact, lighter than other weapons of the same size.
Fresh blood splattered across the ground, flowing down the edge of the scale-patterned blade.
“Thank you for your kindness, but I’ll have to decline.” Han Shui’er replied coldly, as icy as Jing Moxuan, as icy as Jing Moxuan was before he met Han Shui’er.
I glanced at Jin Lei and Guan Fang’ai, both seated beside me, beautiful and full of anticipation.
Inugawa Jiro finally let out a long breath of relief. His exceptional promotion had already aroused jealousy among his peers; if he proved unable to control the unarmed populace under his new jurisdiction, he’d become a laughingstock and an easy target for attack—his career might well be over.
“But…” Mu Fangjin’s tone was tinged with doubt, as if something still weighed on her mind.
Inside the tower, everyone was ready. The young third-tier cultivator in the center had already swallowed the gentian herb. Its special energy slowly spread through their bodies, forming a faint silver mist around them.
Aye picked up the sword as if caressing a lover, running her hands along its blood-red blade. It was wide at the top, narrow at the bottom, two feet three inches long—a short sword.
“That’s not important.” The crisp voice slipped past those thin lips, as if that Porsche sports car were nothing more than a junker.
“Either we all go, or we all stay!” Chen Zhiwei shouted, and the rest of the guys echoed him loudly. We were all furious at what Wang Wei had done.
“Sister, Qin Xiao!” Wang Yan quickly rushed to their side, handing each a piece of Tianshan spirit grass leaf. Deep blue sword energy instantly surged forth, enveloping the three of them like a protective umbrella.

At this moment, Wang Yan floated silently in the air with eyes closed. If he rose any higher, he might touch the roof. There was no trace of light or sword energy around him—only a profound stillness, as if the whole world had fallen silent, and even the sound of his own heartbeat was clear as day.
He could feel, deep in his bones, that if he didn’t do this, he would be doomed beneath the divine powers of Black and White Impermanence. At some point, the long whip in his hand had shattered. Now, as he roared in fury, it echoed across the sky like a dragon’s bellow. The clouds rolled back like waves, space fractured, and heaven and earth trembled.
After a while, Ji Lie arrived at the lakeshore with the people of Viridian, and after joining the Ice Blue group, they sat by the water and chatted.
They had no idea that Duan Yuhai’s timidity was only an act; inside, he was incredibly strong and composed.
He merely mourned for those lost souls in his heart. Once the seal was broken, he swore he would move the Netherworld Spring away at the first opportunity.
Though celestial weapons were rare, Zhao Jianghe didn’t fear them swallowing his. First, the Jiang family’s enormous business was built on trust; second, there was Jiang Zhongjiang.
“Damn it, have these trees become spirits? They scared me to death just now!” Wang Cheng cursed furiously.
Zi’er had been lost in thought for some time, pondering something unknown. Only when I called out did he snap back to reality and ask Tiya his question.
Given how things were unfolding, conquering Yan would not be difficult; the real challenge would be how much territory Zhao could carve up afterward.
Some soldiers in the Imperial Guard wavered upon hearing the voices of their families, but not one dropped his weapon. Instead, they all turned their eyes in unison toward the commander.
Zhao Jianghe entered Xianyang City, which had been utterly transformed. King Hai of Qin was dead, the rest of the Qin royal family had either fled or perished, and the state of Qin was finished.