Chapter 582: Great Dao Fifty, Celestial Extension Forty‑Nine

"It's snowing!"

Yan Zhenqing, seated in the Council Hall of the imperial city in Chang'an, correcting documents, saw tiny snowflakes fall to the ground one by one, only to vanish quickly.

A shipment of grain was requisitioned from the great families of Chang'an, and another batch was brought in via Wu Guan Road; the grain shortage in Chang'an finally eased a bit.

But winter has arrived, and Chang'an lacks more than just grain.

Firewood, rice, oil, salt—rice is only one of them. Winter requires heating.

Pu Yindan saw nothing at all; after waiting for a long time, he still did not receive a response from the mysterious monk.

"The night is clear, why aren't you sleeping?" Le Zhengxie's gentle greeting sounded behind Wei Yan.

The lingering silhouette of Xi Men Jing Tang's azure giant scythe still flickered before his eyes, and Xue Qi's ability to traverse the tides was etched in his mind; anyone who opposed both of them at once would be digging their own grave.

However, Qing Kuang could not shake his worry over Pu Yuzi. Deep down he sensed that something might go awry, and that feeling made him uneasy.

Snow drifted softly, turning the whole world pale, and even the withered phoenix trees that had settled in the courtyard seemed desolate.

Without waiting for the referee to call "Start," he charged at Huang Fu Xuan. Elder Qin Yin, who was judging this match, was pleased to see Huang Fu Xuan get a taste of hardship, so he did not intervene against Li Kui.

"Don't you dislike her?" His chin rested on the top of her head, his other hand casually on her waist, eyes lazily closed, and the scent of her silky hair drifting in his breath.

The Naga unleashed its proudest spell, Withering Aura. Bradley closed his eyes, quietly feeling the withering—Withering! The Naga used its magic to siphon the opponent's life force, but it had chosen the wrong target; Bradley was already dead, with no life force to draw.

Suddenly, the temperature around them dropped several degrees again, making his heart race even more. Both stopped in their tracks, yet they noticed nothing wrong besides the chill; the blood‑red coffin remained still.

It was called a sect's friendly exchange reception office, but looking at its layout, it resembled a condom factory. As for any etiquette, diplomacy, or negotiations when dealing with a sect, none of those existed.

"You think you can leave that easily!" Chu Shiqing snorted coldly and surged forward. He had finally gained the upper hand; giving up now would be foolish, otherwise, if he couldn't kill Dongyang today, it would be harder to do so later.

Unfortunately, though Kalong had many men, after two days and nights of pursuit the troops were exhausted, and a sudden ambush caught them off guard, causing a rapid retreat.

On the podium, Ding Yu spoke passionately, rallying the crowd, and the students below responded vigorously, but their reaction surprised Ding Yu.

"Uncle Sun, we'll be going now. Next time we come, we'll choose a time when you're free and take a break together," Lao Chen said after finishing his meal, settling the bill, and before departing, he spoke to Sun.

However, at this moment the warriors of the Purple Sky Sect and Wushan City were watching; if he fled without fighting, how could the Heavenly Splendor Sect ever hold its head high before the warriors of Great Jin!?

Is it really that simple? Probably not. The key to a cave residence can, when one is in seclusion or away, activate the residence's defenses, shielding it from outside disturbance; it's a rare sacred place for seclusion.

It looked like an ordinary lump of earth, its surface dull, showing no trace of divine material or treasure.

Yue Heng, being a very clever man, naturally understood that I wouldn't easily lose my temper; from the corner of my eye I saw his slightly drooping eyelids, his expression seeming quite sorrowful.

Everyone present was shaken by the sword intent of these holy‑demonic twin blades, and what surprised them even more was not the strength of the sword intent, but the other aura it exuded—a king's aura.