Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

"boom--!!!"

Even before the Buddha's Wrath Lotus had fully exploded, the terrifying high temperature and energy fluctuations it released in that instant had already ignited the surrounding air!

A visible ring of fiery red ripples spread wildly outwards from the metal lotus flower as its center!

"It's over! It's all over!"

Lei Wujie closed his eyes in despair.

At such close range, even a god couldn't save him!

This is the Tang Clan's most powerful weapon, said to be able to annihilate an entire army with just one!

The Tang Clan elder, standing beneath the carriage, wore a crazed and ferocious smile.

He could almost see the carriage being blown to pieces and the Su Changqing family of three being engulfed in flames!

"For the Tang Clan! Die!!!"

He roared, ready to give his life to greet this final, magnificent moment.

however.

Just a fraction of a second before the devastating flames were about to erupt completely.

Inside the carriage.

Su Changqing remained seated there, without changing his posture at all.

He merely frowned slightly, seemingly displeased by the sudden noise and high temperature.

"It's so noisy."

He murmured something, then extended his right hand, which was turning the pages of a book, and gently pressed it down on the carriage floor.

A miraculous thing happened!

The incredibly hard Phoebe zhennan wood flooring, even encased in soft iron, became as transparent as water under his palm!

His hand passed through the floor and the chassis of the carriage without any hindrance, reaching directly in front of the Buddha's Wrath Lotus that was about to explode!

That hand was long, fair, and had distinct knuckles; it looked like the hand of a frail scholar.

But the moment he opened his hand, it was as if the whole world was in his palm!

"grip."

Su Changqing gently closed his palms.

It didn't take much force; it was like holding an ordinary orange.

hum-

The gunpowder energy, which was expanding wildly and about to destroy everything, was forcibly...suppressed at this moment!

It's like a balloon that's being blown up, suddenly being clamped tightly with iron pliers!

Not only that!

That invisible force continues to compress!

"Click-clack-click-clack!"

The intricate metal shell of the Buddha's Wrath Lotus emitted a teeth-grinding, twisting sound, and then, to the utter astonishment of the Tang Clan elders, it began to... transform!

The lotus petals that were originally in full bloom were forcibly closed and crumpled into a ball.

The originally raging flames were forcibly compressed and turned into a docile red glow.

One second!

Just one second!

That terrifying hidden weapon, powerful enough to flatten a small hill, was actually squeezed into a tiny glass bead the size of a longan in Su Changqing's palm!

The bead was entirely crimson, crystal clear, and seemed to contain flowing molten lava, making it both beautiful and dangerous.

But it no longer had that destructive aura it had before; instead, it radiated a warm, cozy heat, like a freshly baked hand warmer.

"This...how is this possible?!"

The Tang Clan elder, lying on the ground, had his eyes almost popping out of his head, his jaw was dislocated, and he was drooling all over the place.

What did he see?

Someone... managed to pull the exploding Buddha's Wrath Lotus back into place with their bare hands?!

Is this guy even human?!

This is a challenge to the laws of physics! This is an insult to the wisdom accumulated by the Tang Sect over hundreds of years!

"I don't believe it! This is a hallucination! This must be a hallucination!"

The Tang Clan elder collapsed and shouted, his Dao heart shattering into dust at that moment.

Su Changqing withdrew his hand, which remained as white and smooth as jade, without a speck of dust on it.

He played with the scorching red bead in his hand, feeling the warmth emanating from it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, it'll be perfect as a toy for Nuonuo."

As he spoke, he handed the bead to Xiao Nuomimian, who was peering out the window watching the commotion.

"Nuonuo, look, Daddy's doing a magic trick for you."

Wow! How beautiful the beads are!

Little Nuomi's eyes lit up, and she reached out to grab it.

"Be careful, it'll get hot," Su Changqing warned, casually adding a layer of heat-insulating magic to the surface of the bead. "This is a specially made hand warmer; it'll be so comfortable to hug and sleep with in winter."

"Thank you, Father!"

Little Nuomi took the bead, feeling its warmth, and was overjoyed. She held it in her hands, playing with it endlessly, asking, "Did that mean grandpa give this to me?"

"Yeah, that bad grandpa may be ugly, but he's actually quite kind-hearted. He knows Nuonuo is afraid of the cold," Su Changqing said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

Outside the carriage.

Lei Wujie, Wushuang, and Xiao Se were completely petrified.

They were all prepared to be blown to pieces, even reciting their last words. And what happened?

Is that all?

That's the Buddha's Wrath Lotus!

And just like that, it turned into a... marble?!

"Brother-in-law... are you even human?" Lei Wujie asked in a trembling voice.

"Nonsense, of course I'm human." Su Changqing rolled his eyes at him. "What? You want one too? There's another elder down there, you can ask him to send you another one."

Lei Wujie quickly shook his head: "No, no, no! I don't want it! This thing is too hot to handle, I can't catch it!"

Upon hearing this, the Tang Clan elder underground was so enraged that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Send one?

Do you think this is a cabbage? This is a replica that the Tang Clan painstakingly created! There are only a handful in the entire Tang Clan!

"Su Changqing! You've gone too far!"

The Tang Clan elder roared, knowing he was doomed, but still unwilling to end his life so pathetically. He pulled a poisoned dagger from his robes, attempting a final struggle.

"puff."

Su Changqing didn't even glance at him.

He simply pointed a finger lightly into the void beneath the floor.

An invisible finger gust of wind instantly pierced through the floor and the soil, precisely striking the Tang Clan elder's brow!

"Forehead……"

The Tang Clan elder's voice abruptly stopped.

His eyes were wide open, his face still bearing that expression of anger and despair, but his body had already gone limp and he fell silent.

An inner elder of the Tang Clan was crushed to death in the mud like an ant.

"Let's go, don't waste any more time."

Su Changqing yawned, lay back down on the cushion, and said to Li Hanyi, "Wife, I'm a little hungry. Do you want some snacks?"

Li Hanyi looked at the man with eyes full of tenderness and admiration.

She knew he was strong, but every time she saw him make a move, she was still captivated by his invincible demeanor.

"Yes, I saved some osmanthus cake for you." Li Hanyi gently handed over the pastry.

The carriage slowly started moving again.

Although Lei Wujie and his two companions were still in shock, they quickly took their positions, some driving, others standing guard. This time, however, they stood taller than ever before!

With such a powerful figure in charge, where in this world can't we go?

Who else dares to stop us?

"Lei Family Fortress... Hehe, Old Master Tang, your good days are over!" Lei Wujie cracked his whip, his heart filled with anticipation.

Su Changqing killed the Tang Clan elder with a single finger strike from a distance, and the carriage continued on its way.

In the distance, the majestic city walls of Leijiabao were already faintly visible.