Volume One, Chapter Seven: Shining Brightly in the Ordinary

Life is a vibrant tapestry, a melodious symphony, and a richly woven book. It encompasses the full spectrum of flavors—sweetness, bitterness, sourness, and spice—and is filled with the myriad emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. Life is a journey each of us undertakes, marked by sunny days and stormy nights alike. Yet, it is precisely these varied experiences that compose our unique existence.

Most of the time, life is ordinary. Each morning, we are roused by the alarm clock, hurriedly wash up, eat breakfast, and set off for work or study. Day after day, year after year, life seems to follow the same rhythm. Yet, it is in...

Suo Guo’er forcibly suppressed the impulse to return to Xiahou Ming’s side, not even turning her head back, offering him only a faint silhouette as she walked away.

Ye Hao muttered under his breath—how dare that scoundrel relieve himself in front of his villa and then slip away so easily! He had underestimated him far too much.

“Honestly, I really can help you remove that scar. I guarantee no trace will remain,” Ye Hao repeated, confident in his ability.

“Ah! That feels so much better,” the old man exclaimed as he sprang up with a somersault, stretching his limbs.

Originally, this private room was reserved precisely for such occasions, but now that Zhou You had arrived, there was no way he could yield it to the son of an official.

Even Guo Qiang recalled that when Zhuge Aotian introduced Ye Hao to him, he had briefly explained some fundamental matters about the “Vanguard” department. Yet now, Ye Hao showed no reaction at all, as if he had no idea what was going on.

Thus, Yang Tianlang wandered through the estate for seven or eight days, gradually gaining a detailed understanding of its scale and the placement of various furnishings. His curiosity about the estate waned. Only then did he remember the true purpose of Situkong bringing him here—to meet his mother.

“I hereby declare Ling Mo the winner of this match!” Mr. Ouyang’s deep voice rang out in the arena, stirring the crowd of freshmen into cheers as they tossed Ling Mo into the air.

After hearing Situkong’s words, Yang Tianlang stared wide-eyed for a long moment, unable to comprehend the kind of environment his biological mother was in—one that required such drastic measures just to ensure a “safe” meeting.

“Well... very well,” Kainde reluctantly agreed. She was not so ungracious as to offend the Elf King’s face, especially since he was of her own kind—it simply would not do.

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He wanted to shout in protest. Recalling moments ago, when Sha Jue Ming arrived in the secret forest, he glanced around, then casually tossed Xue Hao aside, sending him sprawling, stars flashing before his eyes.

Halba lowered his head in disbelief, witnessing Sophia’s face turn ashen, resembling a withered flower, her whole being suffused with lifelessness. It was clear she would not survive.

Because He Rucong had been sent by imperial decree to the capital Shuri of the Ryukyu Kingdom to bestow the title of King of Ryukyu upon Shang Feng, the appointed authority there, it was not a simple trip but one fraught with numerous trials.

Martial artists differ from ordinary fighters—masters of the martial path, they become teachers of the art. The spiritual energy of the world has attributes: metal, wood, water, fire, earth, as well as wind, thunder, ice, light, and darkness. These are the elemental spirits present in heaven and earth.

Before long, Dock No. 3 of the Qianyang vessel opened, and a shark submarine emerged, swiftly diving beneath the waves.

After deciding to wage full-scale war against the Huangfu clan, Lu Yu began mobilizing troops and gathering all available allies to Hangzhou.

“That means we, like the Jinyi Gate, need preparation time,” said the leader of the Cat Vipers, turning to Duke Inuzumi as if seeking his opinion. Duke Inuzumi said nothing but nodded in agreement.

Last night’s expenditure was not in vain—most guild leaders were cooperative and already online, each organizing their members in the city.

Jonathan, rescued by Superman, was taken to a secret base buried a thousand meters underground—the Terminator base Yuan Ying had established worldwide over the last century.

The most reasonable explanation. Rin, feeling dizzy, gave herself this excuse and then fainted for several days.

For a moment, all the viewers watching the second video felt a surge of admiration for An Liang.

“I’ve set the food here. I promised to bring you something truly delicious next time,” said Ye Shenyi, pointing to the nearby cart.

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Yuan Ke frowned slightly as he led the way; the young man following behind did not see his expression.

“No need to say more! We understand. You’re with my team! Let’s move to the west district to settle our compatriots,” Wang Qian said, pulling Li Junhao along. Li Junhao could only follow reluctantly.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Xu Xiao’s words, Jiang An smiled faintly, a trace of bitterness crossing his face.

Murong Yan glanced briefly, muttered something under her breath, then averted her gaze, casually surveying the surroundings.

“The other half of the information is in the core zone. Looks like there’s no point pondering now,” the captain sighed.

Since it was early morning, traffic was sparse. Ling Shiqing pressed the accelerator to the floor, running seven or eight red lights in succession, speeding like the wind for about ten minutes until familiar streets appeared before him, with the Cheng family cinema looming ahead.

If he didn’t know your true identity, he might have been deceived by your sincere words, Xiao Cheng thought bitterly. Unless absolutely necessary, he preferred not to expose “Hu Ming” in person.

Hidden away, Ye Shenyi’s eyes widened in disbelief at the astonishing scene unfolding before him. He could hardly believe what he saw, beginning to wonder if it was real or if he had fallen under an illusion, trapped in a hallucinatory world without realizing it.

“All right, now no one will disturb us. The villagers at the mountain’s base are safe for the time being. We can finally talk properly!” The golden snake shadow spoke, its voice unlike the cold arrogance of the giant serpent’s gaseous form; it sounded more like a dignified sage.

Although the makeshift crossbow bolts were effective beyond several dozen meters, accuracy naturally improved the closer the target. Yet in the end, instead of advancing, the people only began paying closer attention. He Wei had no choice but to trigger the mechanism prematurely.