Chapter 152: The First Day of the Lunar New Year

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, it was customary to pay respects to the elders. Dabao put on his new cotton jacket and set out to visit relatives and offer his New Year greetings.

He first went to his grandparents' house, showering them with a basketful of kind words. In return, he received a twenty-cent red envelope and a bag of roasted peanuts. Delighted, he grinned widely, hid the money away, and ran off.

Next, he headed to his eldest uncle’s home nearby. Li Qingyun never let adult conflicts affect the children, so Dabao treated them as he always had.

Sister Gu only grabbed a handful of her home-roasted sunflower seeds for Dabao, ready to send him on his way, but Brother Gu stopped her and slipped something more into Dabao’s hand.

No matter if you are the greatest warrior, what of it? If I unleash my devilish side, I can be a hundred times colder and crueler than you.

The door slammed shut with his mother’s scream echoing behind it. Red stains marred the white door.

“Joy!” Ron was suddenly at Joy’s side, his lightsaber tracing a graceful arc, cleaving the giant ants before her into two.

“Grandpa, please don’t bully Grandpa Li and the others, okay?” Chu Yueting smiled sweetly, coaxing Grandpa Chu into hearty laughter.

I was actually putting on a brave front. This was a momentous occasion in my life, opening a new window to vistas I’d never seen before. Yet before Zhao Xin, I had to appear calm and composed, as if nothing unusual had happened.

A brief silence fell over the conference hall. Almost everyone looked toward Jing Jian, whose face had turned fiercely angry. With a cold snort, he suddenly rose and stormed out, followed closely by Smith, Zhao Guangliang, and others, without looking back.

As he spoke, a strange force seemed to manifest above his head, drawing down the golden light emitted from the Dharma relic. The golden beam connected with the crown of his head, then slowly, visibly, sank into Chen Feng’s skull.

Zhan Ming snatched the wine bottle from Wuli’s hand. “If I’m the villain, then I’ll do villainous things!” he declared, gulping it down, much to Wuli’s frustration.

Seeing Long Tian pull out the iron gorilla staff, the flying centipede felt a flicker of unease. Its eyes glowed green as it fired beams toward Long Tian once more.

Uncle Xin was unapologetic. As a direct disciple of the Jade Zhao clan, he held considerable sway in Yunnan and needed no humbleness. As long as the Jade Zhao clan remained unshaken, he could act with impunity.

“The preliminary round does not distinguish by type. Whether you are a soul cultivator warrior, healer, or craftsman, your tasks are the same: survival and hunting.”

Though these young men were somewhat inept, their willingness to die bravely without weapons was commendable.

Because of its low price, even something as commonplace as sandalwood soap sold reasonably well. By contrast, this item rarely drew interest; only those who had already bought soap and trusted its efficacy dared purchase it.

The most striking feature was the emblem on each warrior’s shield—a raven, a symbol steeped in Norse pagan tradition.

“You’re very thoughtful. With your help, I feel much more at ease,” Lu You praised sincerely.

“Really embarrassed to trouble President Heitao. These stones were worthless to begin with, but right now we’re a bit short on cash to buy even ordinary equipment,” Xingchen admitted sheepishly during the transaction.

Thus, to awaken the power of the Thick Earth Great Shield required a massive outpouring of soul energy.

Mongolia achieved all this partly by scavenging supplies in enemy territory, and also thanks to their horses.

As a master with the Galaxy’s Might at level three, Zihan’s face showed surprise and astonishment upon witnessing Yun Fan’s incredible reflexes.