Chapter 142: Deep Blue (4k)

The New York Mathematicians’ Gala, proposed by Lin Ran, is now being sought by major universities in New York as a tradition.

As for your question—why is the Christmas gala held on Christmas Eve instead of Christmas Day? Who spends Christmas Day with a bunch of bald old men instead of their family?

Compared to last year’s Christmas gala, this year’s was different.

This year’s venue was moved from The Faculty House next to Columbia University to

Realizing such matters concern government officials’ positions, it’s naturally impossible to report them casually—there were precedents before.

The Yinglong Guard of Zhongxuan Country was originally led by the Grand Commandant, but after Ji Tang ascended the throne, he immediately stripped the Huangpu family of military power. The Huangpu family dared not voice anger, for the coup came suddenly; they had no time to react. All armies in Zhongxuan Country, except the Yinglong Guard, fell under Ji Tang’s control.

If anyone else asked, the Mad Immortal would not answer—but Luo Zong was different: he was the lord of the City of Sin, and also Xi Duoduo’s father-in-law. With this connection, even the Mad Immortal had to preserve his dignity.

The calmest was Su Datong, who kept his eyes half-closed, serene and detached, saying nothing, like an observer.

Few know that Yang Ning, the youngest human king in history, possessed not only unparalleled cultivation but also a tongue unmatched in the world.

So Shen Yun also stopped deliberately seeking out Anyi. He went about his affairs methodically, just as before, appearing unaffected.

The root cause of all this was Zhang Kun—or rather, Yang Ning himself. If he hadn’t rescued Zhang Kun from the icy snowfields and brought him into the Mu family, none of these events would have occurred, and his life would have proceeded as he planned.

To come bearing blessings and receive such a venomous curse in return—anyone would be displeased.

Anyi clung to Shen Yun’s thighs, trembling as she stood, embracing him and pressing her head toward his neck.

Tears surged like a raging river, pouring endlessly from her eyes, unstoppable and unceasing.

Though no one ever spoke of his abilities, the fact that Master Zhuge mentioned the strange beasts he subdued—Xinang, Qin Chong, Ling Ling, Zhu Po Long, and Tu Lou—each rare treasures, all subdued by him—reveals his power. With him here, how could Wang Ba Yue come to harm?

Yet Qin Li and Bu Yunyan both knew clearly: this matter could never be left unresolved.

I nodded, picked up a control handle, and the two of us moved left and right toward Robot No. 3 and No. 4, careful not to disturb the others sleeping, fearing their sudden awakening might startle the two.

She had served Qiu Yelan for years and understood Madam Tao well; she knew this old lady cared little for money, just like Qiu Yelan.

Ma Chong smiled awkwardly and admitted fault: “I’ll correct it next time.” Then he dug up some unknown plant root, wiped it clean, shoved it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

Qing Luan couldn’t help but gasp. There’s a saying on the continent: kill the chicken to get the egg—but this time, the creature whose belly was opened for its egg wasn’t a domestic fowl, but the continent’s most famed divine beast—the dragon. Who on earth had the power to extract a dragon’s offspring from its belly?

For the safety of Doufu, we dared not delay. Soon, the end of the tomb passage revealed an exit: a stone door, but half of it had been shattered—clearly blown open by explosives.

As Tian Long swung his iron staff, it forced back the entire space before him; not only could no one enter the water to pursue the Ghost Mother, not even approach was possible—he instantly cleared a wide empty zone.