Chapter 46: Venturing into the Mountains to Dig for Winter Bamboo Shoots

Jiang Lanfang said, "Once the fish restaurant is built and up and running, I'll live-stream and promote it every day. We'll definitely make it a success. I also know how to craft fish lanterns. When the time comes, we can line up a series of bamboo rafts on the reservoir, cover them with fish lanterns, and light them up at night. It will be breathtakingly beautiful. Cross my heart."

Cheng Qingyan asked with curiosity, "Fish lanterns? What are those?"

Jiang Lanfang looked surprised. "You've never heard of the Fish Lantern Festival?"

Cheng Qingyan had indeed never heard of it, and Jiang Lanfang began explaining it to him with endless eloquence.

However, the two of them never even thought of Su Mufan, mistakenly believing that their previous unruly behavior had displeased a "peerless powerhouse" of the Heavenly Pool Ancient Realm, bringing down punishment upon them.

This gale was entirely whipped up indirectly by Zhao Yinfeng through the manipulation of his elemental spiritual power, while the sword qi emanating from his blade was formed by channeling a fraction of his spiritual power into the weapon.

Seeing the monster about to crash into him, at the very last split second of impending peril, Xiang Yang desperately exploded his legs with true essence and lunged forward, successfully leaping into mid-air by utilizing the Cloud-Riding Step technique.

"What on earth happened that made Master call us back?" Genji asked anxiously, a reaction extremely rare for him.

Sitting in his office, he felt somewhat bored. With all the business operations under his command currently running smoothly, as the CEO, he only needed to oversee the big picture.

Zheng Ge put down his teacup, leaned back against the sofa, yawned, and looked out the window. It was only a little past four in the afternoon; it should have been blazing sunlight, but the sky had turned overcast as if a rainstorm was brewing.

Suddenly, a peal of thunder crashed across the sky above them, carrying with it a faint, immense pressure—a pressure descending from the heavens. It instantly caught everyone's attention. While most star cultivators had no idea what was happening, those with high cultivation levels from various sects immediately understood that someone was undergoing a heavenly tribulation to make a breakthrough.

Xiang Yang felt his power growing stronger and stronger, surging relentlessly like the breaching of the Yellow River dyke, completely beyond control.

Why was it that the surrounding area was a lifeless desert, yet this single spot possessed such rich and vibrant vital energy? Surely there must be some profound secret hidden here. With this thought in mind, Xiang Yang strode deeper into the expanse.

Zheng Ge watched the television and nodded slightly. Overall, it was quite good—a very exciting martial arts drama.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do my job well. Please forgive us," the flight attendant with a dark complexion said, bowing to me and the old Daoist priest in panic.

Fortunately, they managed to make contact with the Freedom Society base later, and the organization sent an aircraft to pick them up. Once aboard, the two of them first devoured a massive meal before falling into a deep sleep until the plane touched down on the tarmac.

After hastily finishing his meal, Bai Yifeng hurried back toward the school. As he reached the entrance of the athletic field, his sharp ears caught a conversation between two cafeteria workers who had just finished their own lunch.

"You dead fatty, don't you dare say you know me!" Nie Tian gave Lu Renjia a speechless look; this guy really said whatever came to his mind. Then, casting a cold glance at Ling Xiao, he turned and walked over to where Jian Nanxing was standing.

"I'm not going!" She pushed Dongfeng away, pointing ahead toward He Dongyi's room. The world spun before her eyes, and she was unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Yet, bitterness gnawed at his heart as well. Having followed His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for so long, he had not even had the chance to offer advice once or twice. Thinking of the envious and jealous looks others cast his way, he found the taste almost too bitter to bear.

Huang Jun asked, "You were a group of a dozen people when you entered? How did you manage to get in?" This was the question Huang Jun cared about most. After all, he had only been able to enter after discovering the secret passage, whereas Fang Yuan and his companions, mere ordinary people relying solely on grave-robbing skills, managed to make their way in—that was no small feat.

"So vulgar, always talking about money. Uncle Zhang, this is an otherworldly expert with genuine abilities. You think everyone is like you, caring only about money? Money isn't everything; many things are far more important than money." Before my uncle could speak, I rebuked Uncle Zhang. Wasn't it dreadfully vulgar to bring up money? My uncle was a truly enlightened master of the Dao.