Volume 1, Chapter 39: This Kind of Life Is Good

"Did you get your degree?"
Qiao Ye picked up his teacup, took a sip, and asked. Zhou Lili nodded.
"I got it. My family has also backed down and stopped forcing me to go back. I won't leave this place ever again."
Back then, when she ran away from home, Qiao Ye had supported her in pursuing her dreams.
The two of them had partnered to open this orphanage.
The creaking of the rocking chair seemed to tell Su Qian that there was truly nothing unusual about this village.
In the distance, Su Qian listened to their pre-battle banter while his eyes scanned the information panel. A strange thought flashed through his mind—take a gamble, and a bicycle could turn into a motorcycle.
After all, according to the plan, one of the important uses for the interstellar space-time in the future was to serve as a temporary rear base for them.
The next day, Feng Lingxi and Mo Liuyun decided to track them down personally; after all, with Mo Liuyun there, they might actually be able to keep up.
The Chongzhen Emperor was not inherently a bloodthirsty man. Those he executed were all individuals who, according to the law, deserved to be sliced to death by the lingchi method.
Yun Shan wanted to know what was going on. Wasn't she happy about marrying Jiang Yunli? While Yan Luo explained it to him, Yun Shan asked Su Qixuan to inform those outside that she and Yan Luo were going in pursuit.
The silence was truly awkward. Feng Zhiqing tried to find a topic to discuss, but the more he tried, the less he knew what to say. It felt as if his throat were blocked by something, leaving him unable to speak.
Yan Luo hurriedly tucked the bracelet back into her sleeve, insisting that it had nothing to do with Su Qixuan. While comforting him, she was also comforting herself: "Everyone has their own destiny. I believe my senior brother's spirit will watch over me from above."
After coaxing his younger brother for a long time, Gao Zhiye still failed to master the slider he had envisioned. Time marched on, and by mid-June, the intensive training camp began.
The energy for Gigantamaxing comes from the energy absorbed by the trainer's wristband. Since that energy is finite, the duration one can sustain the Gigantamax transformation is also limited.
Chu Tian’s question seemed to catch Su Ziyin off guard for a moment. She hadn't expected him to answer her that way. For a while, she stood rooted to the spot, unable to respond.
"Indeed..." Lin Yun rubbed his temples. Relying on the few people who refused to serve the Manichaean sect, Sima Fan’s odds of winning were practically zero. If Sima Fan were to die, the Five Elements Formation would be difficult to assemble, and Mo Bing'er would be in grave danger.
Feng Tian stared at the gift on the low table, his gaze seemingly captivated by its ethereal beauty, lingering for a long time.
"I hope that the next time I see you, you will still be this spirited." Bai Yongwei turned and walked away.
Sure enough, when the thin, dark-skinned old man saw how ruthless Lin Yun’s attack was, he immediately retreated to put some distance between them, waving his wooden staff to try and disperse the lightning daggers.
But what Feng Qize did not know was that the Liu family was already preparing to send Liu Quan away, and by then, Liu Yao would likely not have so much time to spend here.
"It is actually you who indulged her too much from the start, making her believe you couldn't do without her. That is why she holds you in such low regard."
Du Bohang spoke, his eyes growing heavy with worry. With so many sacrifices made, if there were no reward in the end, it was unlikely anyone would be content.
Yet today, the Southern Emperor seemed as if possessed, holding a single value until the market closed.
A-Jiu stepped out of the courtyard of the monk Wu Er, initially intending to return directly to the backyard. After a moment's thought, he headed straight toward Du Yunxi’s residence instead.
However, the results of this battle were immense. Liu Tianhao captured Zhang Bao alive and took forty thousand Yellow Turban soldiers prisoner. In a few hours of charging and fighting, they had killed at least another fifty thousand Yellow Turbans. This meant that fewer than ten thousand escaped under the cover of darkness.