Chapter 146: The Mine (Part 3)

The raw materials for making gunpowder are saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal, in a mass ratio of 15 to 2 to 3.

Dao Sansheng now had these items once again, and all that remained was to mix them. He took out the three substances and combined them according to the correct proportions. After a short while...

Hearing Liang Xiao say this, Jiao Yuan did not comment on his lack of modesty, for given Liang Xiao's formidable martial prowess, he naturally possessed the capital to be proud.

His hands looked both fair and delicate, as though they had never touched anything unclean in his entire life, refusing even to reach out and right a fallen wine bottle.

Meanwhile, the members of the Victory Team were still conducting further analysis of the scene, focusing primarily on finding a way to deal with this powerful magnetic field.

Upon arriving here, we had not visited anywhere else. Though I had gained a superficial understanding of the local customs, practices, and scenery, my mind remained full of questions.

As he looked at Guo Dalu, his eyes were filled with gentleness, but the moment he turned his head, his gaze instantly grew ice-cold, and his expression hardened just as quickly.

Since they neither rode in carriages nor on horses, they simply laughed, ran, and chased each other along the road like two children.

"Brother Wah! You sure are ruthless. Leaving them half-dead means the rest of their lives will be miserable; you might as well have just beaten them to death!" Prawn teased from the side. The gloom in his heart had dissipated considerably, not least because this was the exact scene he had longed to see and thoroughly enjoyed.

"Alright," Tang Chenghao said as he walked up to the door of a house. The road here was still unpaved mud, slippery in places and pooling with standing water.

The entire mountain was saturated with the fragrance of flowers, the scent of grass, and the breath of the wind. Even the setting sun seemed tinged with fragrance, as sweet and alluring as a lover's soft temple hair.

Such straightforward communication, if it had been in the past, would have likely prompted Feng Jun to take a roundabout approach—one always had to consider leaving the other party a bit of face.

"Elder Long asked me to pass along a message to you. The Fengming Sword is one of the three great secret treasures of the Long family. To show his sincerity, he no longer wishes to keep it, and offers it to you as a greeting gift," He Xiao said, parting her vermilion lips slightly.

Hearing Luo Lie's words, Lu Yu felt a slight start in his heart, a trace of aversion flickering in his eyes.

Upon hearing the whole story from Uncle Fu, Wu Yi merely smiled faintly. A newborn calf fears no tiger—if there was going to be a fight, then they would fight; why would Wu Yi ever fear that Japanese ronin? Seeing that Wu Yi had not taken the matter seriously at all, Uncle Fu frowned.

Thinking of this, Yun Zhongge's heart softened completely, just as he was about to set Tantai Yan'er down.

The Ghost King calmly took a sip from his wine glass before slowly turning his gaze toward the demon and monster clans, his raspy voice echoing from beneath his cloak.

Watching Fu Shuaijun being taken away, to be honest, Long Qingyun was utterly astonished in that instant. It was simply unbelievable—step by step, through meticulous schemes and traps, Fu Shuaijun had been neatly maneuvered into the plot. Seeing this unfold, he couldn't help but admire Su Xuan's brilliant mind.

She did not entirely agree with this suggestion, but she did not dare to deceive Wanzi either—the shadow of death had not completely lifted from her head, and if she failed to demonstrate sufficient loyalty, she could be killed at a moment's notice.

Of course, years later, when this egg hatched and grew, perhaps the creature inside would be the one running for its life.

Its two headlights were like shooting stars in the middle of the night, flashing past in an instant and appearing exceptionally glaring.

Jiang Ange's voice was hysterical in his words, his eyes bloodshot, betraying an extreme rage.

Chen Qingdi had never encountered such a persistent and entangled sect before, with challengers coming endlessly, demanding apologies on bended knee while wearing the detestable expression of masters of all creation.

The strength of the dragon that emerged was not weak either, having already reached the Transformation of Immortals stage. Within this Pinghu Lake, it was truly an undisputed overlord.