Chapter 145: A Matter of Pride

On December 19th, the first snow of Shanghai quietly descended in the dead of night.
The entire city was redrawn overnight by the accumulated snow.
The plane tree branches were wrapped in silver attire, and fluffy snowballs piled up on the external air conditioning units.
Early morning sanitation workers breathed out puffs of white vapor as they swept the snow from the roads.
As for the snow that fell upon the buildings, it would only slowly melt beneath the sunlight.
Deng Jie woke up from his slumber and propped himself up, his spine emitting a strained, crisp crack.
"What is going on?" Suddenly, a crisp and icy voice rang out. Xingyue, wearing a blue pantsuit that accentuated her curvaceous figure, walked over with a cold and exquisite face.
"Since you're here, why bother running away!" roared the golden-armored giant, swatting down several flying swords as he continued his pursuit.
"Your older sister here is rather poor, and the raw jadeite pieces this way are just for joining in the fun; I'm not holding out much hope," Li Shiyun said quite pragmatically. "Besides, if it weren't for winning a round the night before, your older sister probably wouldn't have been able to place many orders for those all-or-nothing un-cut stones over there."
Accompanied by Yiming pulling back and retreating, that pitch-black figure turned into powder, scattering and vanishing into thin air.

Just as it neared eight o'clock, a group of young people arrived here, among whom there was no shortage of Asian faces, as well as many Caucasians and Black people.
Yu Feng hurried to bring Ruoyun and Qi Fang back to heal their injuries, and Mo Jiangnan and the other two were also ushered into a large living room.
The pain radiating from his hand allowed Jiang Junhao to maintain his composure. He knew the master-student bond between Lee Soo-man and BoA, and he also knew what kind of blow would be dealt to BoA's career if this scandal and his own family background were exposed.
To Mo Jiangnan, the entire world was composed of arrays; physical entities were arrays, energy was an array, and divine consciousness and the soul were likewise arrays.
However, Yiming harbored a somewhat ominous feeling, though this feeling was not particularly distressing to him.
The branch sect of the Great Dao Sect was established on a relatively tall peak of Huaimeng Mountain. The Huaimeng Mountain Range was not considered much of a spiritual vein, but the peak occupied by the Great Dao Sect was still comparatively decent, which from one aspect revealed the status of the Great Dao Sect in Southern Mars.
Hearing the system prompt, Daifeng did not delay in continuing to sing, still performing with great effort and enthusiasm.
Yet this was also what they wanted to know. After all, they were now all people of Heaven and Earth Mountain, so understanding the Mountain Master's cultivation realm was naturally a necessary matter.
Jia Furong didn't even look at it, stuffing it haphazardly into her bag—it was clear she didn't care about these things at all. Afterwards, she glanced sideways at the document left behind by Uncle Chen, her expression one of utter astonishment.
A steady stream of health tonics and precious treasures was delivered into the courtyard where Yang Jingfan resided, and Wang Mengwu stepped out of the courtyard gates with a beaming smile.

Just as Senior Brother Wan's thunderous storm was about to strike, and Zhao Zhen was about to unleash his demonic poison, abruptly, another voice echoed from the void.
The two of them jointly sent blessings to each other, while deafening sounds of blessing echoed in their ears—millions upon millons of people sending blessings together for their loved ones.
Zhou Xie was startled. Although he had indeed held back, his attack was something ordinary cultivators who had just formed their core could not easily receive; yet the person before him had caught his attack as if it were a trivial matter.
So many Blood Demon Sect experts had been slain, which naturally allowed them to vent a rush of pent-up anger, making them immensely grateful.
As the car drove away and the young man was no longer visible, Tang Qinzhen finally ended her starry-eyed phase, turning so nonchalant as if her earlier nervousness had merely been an illusion. And classmate Tang Qinzhen was typically a carefree girl who, in the blink of an eye, completely forgot about this person who had startled her into squealing with awe.
"This general said to cease," the middle-aged man glanced briefly at where the previous shadow general had been, then looked toward Mufeng, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The spacetime distortion directly threw the entire region's spacetime into chaos, and the spatial storms destroyed themselves amidst mutual entanglement.
They simply could not fathom how to defeat carbon-based lifeforms. Although silicon-based lifeforms intensely hated carbon-based lifeforms, even to harbor hatred, one needed to have a life and remain alive in order to hate. If one were dead, of what use would it be?