Chapter 51: Tempering into Steel Unlocked

The system remained silent, so Tang Miao took it as tacit approval.

After confirming that Jiang Nanxing’s bones had fully healed, Tang Miao stepped out of the room and stretched deeply.

There was still an hour left before the operation concluded, and the drizzle in the sky had ceased.

The blood-red sun had vanished, leaving only a faint crimson afterglow on one side of the horizon.

On the other side, the sky was clear blue, dotted with drifting white clouds.

Day and night had been thrown into disarray by this latest deployment.

Fifteen storage pouches had contributed over three thousand blood beads to him. Along with the spirit puppets he had hunted himself during this period, the total blood beads he had collected now exceeded four thousand one hundred.

Amid a flurry of commands, everyone acted according to Tang Guoming’s orders. Especially Guo Nu and Lu Xin, who followed closely behind Tang Guoming as they exited the cave, their faces alight with eagerness, as if they could hardly wait for the coming battle.

Lin Kongkong opened her slightly blurry eyes and fixed her gaze on him for a moment. She sniffed deeply, looking both innocent and adorable.

Reaching behind to the workbench she leaned against, Harbara picked up a ram’s horn hammer and strode over to Tang Guoming silently, handing him the hammerhead that gleamed with metallic luster.

After the celebration had turned out this way, Zhu Hongsan lost the will to continue drinking. He informed his subordinates that the banquet was over and, supported by Crown Prince Zhu Hai, returned to the palace.

This sensible response caught Tang Guoming somewhat off guard. He hesitated briefly before pointing his gun at Klaidman, getting up to cooperate with Pan Guan in confiscating all suspicious items on Klaidman’s person, preparing to escort him to the hostage truck waiting across the river.

By the literal meaning, Ye Han understood that the Neidan Sutra was a cultivation method guided by the philosophy of unity between heaven and man, using the human body as a cauldron, spiritual energy as medicine, ultimately refining an inner elixir within the body by breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to strengthen the elixir and nurture the soul.

A few kilometers was nothing for a flying craft moving at 500 kilometers per hour — it arrived in the blink of an eye. Tang Guoming could analyze and identify the craft with the naked eye — flying through the air was none other than a Messerschmitt Me109, a multi-purpose fighter plane from World War II!

Jia Yun had already been making arrangements for this matter. Hearing Lin Hongyu’s message, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Next came recommendations from several deputy provincial officials. Qian Qianyi, lacking candidates of his own, had most positions already divided between the Guangdong and Huguang factions, managing only to secure a Zhejiang provincial governor post for his disciple Chen Zilong.

His voice carried a soft, jade-like warmth, and if not for his current icy tone, it might have added several degrees of charm.

Lu Yulin was deputy director of the county party committee’s organization department and head of the personnel bureau, a mid-level official. To command such reverence from Lu Yulin, the person reporting must be at least at the deputy county level; even an average deputy county mayor could not earn such respect.

Li Yufei turned just in time to see the lion pounce. In fact, ever since they emerged, Li Yufei had noticed its presence but chose to ignore it. This was a case of skill emboldening courage.

As Yan Lan spoke, her eyes shone like twin cold moons, radiating a faint, chilling light that pierced all barriers and reached deep into Hong Mao’s soul.

However, no matter what, Ji Lian was a deputy director at the municipal government office and Tang Feiyang’s former superior. Ji Lian had taken the initiative to call and invite him to dinner. If Tang Feiyang flatly refused, it would seem ungracious; if Ji Lian spread the word, it might not bode well for Tang Feiyang’s work at the mining bureau.

The decades of painstaking effort by the Blood Poison Sect were on the verge of fruition, yet they would end up benefiting others instead — how could this be accepted?

Mu Chengxue believed Yan Lan’s chances of becoming a transcendent Nirvana Realm cultivator were very high, but not within ten years, as there had never been a case of anyone entering the Nirvana Realm in their twenties or thirties. It was unprecedented, without even historical records.