December Ninth: The Chrysanthemum Rain and Deep Affection

"Kexima, why haven't we seen Abinu?" Bagule asked, sweeping his gaze over the group.

Seeing Ye Zhengsheng's expression, the three people present burst into laughter. Ye Zhengsheng could only rub his nose in embarrassment as he gathered up the entire wooden table and the sacred artifacts upon it.

The bamboo boat was a peak fourth-grade treasure, an extraordinary secret item, but in front of the dragon ship ridden by Jian Longyun and the others, it suddenly paled in comparison and looked exceptionally shabby.

A moment later, Shangguan Xi, Qiu Xia, and the others vanished one by one into the spatial rifts, disappearing without a trace.

This powerful force awakened the demons imprisoned in the dungeon. All the demons trembled in fear; they had never felt such a formidable, tyrannical, and bloodthirsty power, one that felt capable of destroying everything in an instant.

On one side of the dining hall, a row of tables was neatly arranged. Each table held a large, wide-mouthed clay pot filled with steaming food: chicken stew, steamed egg custard, braised beef, pan-fried fish, roasted lamb legs, lamb offal soup, honey bread, sweet wheat porridge... there was even wine, beer, and fruit nectar.

The trembling Grandmaster Guli wore a grim, stiff expression for a long moment before suddenly flicking his hand to produce an exquisite jade bottle.

"Want some? Let me train you for three months, and I guarantee you'll have muscles like these!" Li Cheng struck a bodybuilding pose, showing off.

Chen Zheng felt as if he understood something, yet also understood nothing at all. A sense of sudden enlightenment flooded his heart—a feeling that could not be described or spoken, only perceived.

Ling Duyuan held Mei Feixue and entered the Chaos Bead. After a lingering session of intimacy, he bid her farewell and returned to the main world with Lihua and Xinghua.

Filled with curiosity, Huang Zhong and Cheng Yu rested peacefully after making their preparations, though they felt a restless itch of anticipation.

"Pfft!" The five puppet brothers thrust their respective weapons into the body of Ruthless Time, leaving behind only eyes twisted in agony, which remained fixed firmly on Wang Chen.

If the Great Immortal Luo Shen was not in a hurry, it was useless for Chen Mao to be. Everything followed the law of causality; to let things take their natural course was the most reasonable path of the Great Dao.

Later, American firearms experts conducted countless live-fire tests on the AK-47 and AKM, using high-speed cameras to analyze the movement of the parts during firing, finally uncovering the mystery of the "rate reducer."

Seeing Yi Chen appear, Zhang Lingling looked quite happy and gave him a triumphant look; this surprise was indeed a massive one for Yi Chen.

A zombie with five hundred years of cultivation was extremely tricky to deal with given Yi Chen's current strength; he had been kicked flying at the very first encounter.

"If I let him go, do you have any idea how much time he could buy for me? How much time it would give us to develop our economy?" Han Lin'er said excitedly.

The one-minute preparation time ended, and everyone was stuffed into the plane. The flight path went from the left side of the airport toward Brightness Peak. Without hesitation, Yi Chen marked the coordinates at Building C-2 of the airport.

"Werewolf Commander, you are only a level 9, third-tier hero, yet you dare to cross swords with me? Do you truly value your wolf life so little?" After a few exchanges, Rakshasa was able to accurately deduce Velesunde's strength.

"It missed! What kind of cat is this? It can even dodge a missile!" the pilot shouted in disbelief.

Wei, dressed in men's clothing, led Yun Chu and Yun Mi to mingle with the merchants and travelers downstairs.

This man wore a beige scholar's robe and walked with a powerful, vigorous gait; his temperament was more like that of a martial artist. The most striking thing about his face was his extremely thin lips, which, perhaps due to a lifelong habit of not smiling, appeared slightly crooked downward.

They were discussing the current King of Qin, Duke Xiao of Qin, who had been bedridden for months and likely had little time left. If he passed, the crown prince, Ying Si, would ascend to the throne. Since Ying Si had always been at odds with the Chancellor, Shang Yang, the future of the Qin State would be filled with undercurrents, like a storm about to break.

Long Hao frowned, his expression grave. He activated his seven-fold combat power, unleashing all the strength within his Dantian's Heaven and Earth Gourd.

After three rounds of drinking and five courses of food, Sima Hou finally alluded to his purpose: he was there for the salt pans in Beiping Commandery. The Jin Dynasty held a monopoly on salt and iron, and a vassal king profiting from private salt pans was against imperial regulations. Yang Qian had previously cited the example of Liu Pi, the King of Wu during the Former Han Dynasty.

President Liu and his three companions were indeed titans of the film industry, but they were only that—titans of the film industry. In terms of wealth and influence, they were far inferior to the Wu family.

"Forget it then, I'm fine myself," Sima Ji dismissed the thought; there was no point in counting on the success rate of the aristocratic clans.

It was like a barrel of oil suddenly ignited by a spark, impossible to extinguish no matter what was done.

"I shall wait and see." Meng Sheng looked nonchalant, but his back was slightly hunched, like a cat ready to pounce at any moment.

Su Qin fell silent again, soaking his hands in the stream and splashing his face to calm his angry heart.

As things stood, no matter how much she wanted to avoid it, Ning Yue had no choice but to honestly give the address to Fu Jinyan, and then immediately call Jiang Biqing to inform her.

Shang Yang, who had been facing away from them, slowly turned around. His deep-set eyes shot out two beams of sharp light, causing Su Qin's breath to hitch.

"You are despicable! You are shameless!" Ye Ji roared in anger, but as soon as her words fell, a searing pain radiated from the curse mark.

He suddenly felt somewhat dejected, wanting to ask her if he had done something else to displease her; as long as she told him, he would certainly change.

During this time, Zhang Xuanyi and Gu Tianlong had analyzed almost every contestant from the Taoist and Buddhist sects with them.

Gongsun Yan remained silent for a long time, his gaze drifting through the boat canopy into the distance. At this moment, the greenery on both banks of the Wei River was pleasing to the eye, full of an exotic vitality.

Yun Jinxiu rested her fingers on his pulse to check him. The flame of his soul consciousness was quietly burning; although the spark was still very weak, if properly nurtured, it would not go out.

Phoenix shrugged, her expression relaxed, as if she had seen through the vanity of the world.

"Alright, alright, don't be anxious, I'll help you think of a way." Seeing her anxious and pained face, Ning Yue had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.