Volume One, Chapter 8: Another Form of Life

On the path to excellence, we often treat "mediocrity" as a derogatory term, as if it signifies inaction, a lack of ambition, or incompetence. However, mediocrity is not entirely negative; it possesses its own unique value and significance. Mediocrity is another posture of life, allowing us to find peace in the ordinary, discover beauty in the simple, and grasp the true essence of life in tranquility.

Mediocrity is typically defined as being average or common, lacking outstanding talent or achievements. Within social evaluation systems, it is often synonymous with failure. People are always encouraged to pursue excellence, to be exceptional, and to stand out from the crowd. This...

After being examined by the physician, Shangguan Yue finally opened her eyes slowly while lying on her bed, greeted by familiar furnishings and the familiar scent lingering in the air.

Jiang Xuan toyed with a green lotus at his fingertips, the cyan flames stinging like needle points against someone who had been exceptionally confident in his own fire.

These two very famous generals were secretly gathering their strength, wanting to display their prowess before Zhu Bo.

Most importantly, Sanglis had succeeded, which felt like a disgrace to Zhao Feng, something he found difficult to accept.

Xia Yumo hesitated; although she could apply what she had learned, she wasn't sure she could change careers just yet.

As for the guy in front of them, based on the strength he had shown so far, it was highly likely he wasn't even as good as Dabura, yet he dared to utter such words.

Xiao Yunli could not help but chuckle softly, his heart filled with doting affection; he clearly had no intention of refuting Mu Ziqian.

"The eldest sister-in-law is carrying herself with more and more airs lately, just like the old lady of a landlord family, enjoying her life." It was impossible not to be envious, but it was just envy; they also wanted such a life, and even if they couldn't achieve it, change would still be good.

In truth, without a reminder from Zhu Bo, he had already sensed it. No matter how many he killed, those people kept coming; they were as numerous as cockroaches in the shadows.

Therefore, once Mo Dan suddenly returned, Su Mu and his party abruptly shifted their core objectives.

Worried about Su Xingchen’s health, Meng Xiran noticed a tea restaurant on the eighth floor of the shopping mall and insisted on pulling Su Xingchen inside to sit down.

In martial arts, the deeper one’s cultivation, the more one’s senses are elevated beyond mere physical strength, with both speed and reaction times far surpassing those of ordinary people.

Laughter erupted in the hall; clearly, everyone was unprepared for Qin Wu's sword, as no one expected him to use a weapon that could only be described as shabby.

Ouyang Mengyu placed her lunch on Mu Fan's desk, then pulled up a chair and sat opposite him.

If not for the dazzling golden light emitted by the "Pure Gold," it is doubtful anyone would have been able to locate it amidst the constant tossing and movement.

Inside the coffin before them, it was brimming with countless amounts of fresh blood. The blood itself seemed to possess a soul, constantly churning to form distorted, hideous faces.

Xue Feng knew it would be difficult to bring up now, but he wanted to try his best to negotiate the matter, so he arranged a time over the phone with Chu Yan to discuss the details in person.

The previous generation with an IQ of 15,000 ended up becoming a writer. This one with an IQ of 18,000 still couldn't escape that fate.

"Going to gather herbs." Right now, the thing Yao Muchen wanted to do most was to collect more herbs so he could continue refining medicinal pills. He was full of anticipation, certain that this ancient trial ground would hold many precious medicines.

Li Ren’s head was spinning. He wanted to refuse outright, but seeing Mother Xin’s frail, wind-blown appearance, he didn't dare, so he could only offer gentle words of persuasion. Yet, Mother Xin insisted on having her own way.

"I’ll ask Xiuxiu later," Wang Nuo replied to Lu Haijia, leaving the latter completely bewildered.

"He was there too, so you tell me if he knew. Biwei, why do you care so much about Qingyuan?" He Weiye asked, puzzled.

The Purple Dragon Clan had never revealed this "Dragon-Snatching Hand" to outsiders. The upper echelons of the Golden Dragon Clan only knew that the Purple Dragon Clan had practiced a mysterious skill meant to deal with them, but very few knew its name. The Dragon Emperor and Dragon Da were among the very few who did.

The four young women were instantly pale with fright, crying out: "Li Ren, what are you doing? No!" Terrified, they covered their eyes, refusing to look. The Princess even shouted "no" through her tears as she ran toward her younger brother.

"Sister Sifei, do you know that my eldest brother coughed up blood from the heartbreak he suffered for you!!" With every step came tears, flowing like a fountain, her heart feeling as if it were being sliced by a knife. Huo Sifei’s paper-pale face was drenched in tears, her eyes dull, her body swaying as she walked aimlessly.

"..." Looking at the expression on "Demon" Lin’s face, which suggested he would eat someone without spitting out the bones, Yadong nodded heavily, but immediately shook his head frantically. Yadong finally sighed toward the heavens, his distress standing in stark contrast to Lin Feiwu’s giggling.

Later, after the second mother fell deathly ill, the second father took it upon himself to handle all the heavy labor in the house. That illness nearly took her life, but after the second father’s meticulous care, she was brought back from the brink of death. They thought things would improve, but who knew she would remain as fierce as ever.

Ding Yuhan nodded calmly. The officer ruthlessly fastened the handcuffs onto her slender, fair wrists and led her toward the police car. Ding Yuhan remained composed, showing no fear, no sorrow, and certainly no resistance.

Guan Kuo surveyed them with a cold gaze, calculating that even if his luck-based technique had reached such a level, he still could not defeat so many people.

Xi Si-yan did not say anything about loving her or wanting to be with her, yet Zhou Chengchen felt as if she had gained the whole world.

This truly shocked Gu Sheng, as he had not noticed any signs of the other party waking up at all.

Seeing her pretty face flush, and that shy look looking truly lovely, Xue Zhao couldn't help but look away, feeling that staring at her was inappropriate.

"Alright!" Nan Gongxu pretended to walk out the door for a moment, then used his mind to retrieve a hemp rope from his space.

Shi Youhan frowned slightly; although he felt the tremors outside the cave dwelling, he had not expected such earth-shattering changes to have occurred.

"You haven't been injured for long; the depth and shape of the wound should still be visible. I want to know what the other person used to hit you." Gu Ping’s attitude was earnest and persistent.

The sky seemed to be covered by a massive dark cloud, and the atmosphere was stifling, making it hard to breathe.

Baby Bear sat beside Ye Yi, chewing on its paw, lifting its head from time to time to blink its eyes at him.

Wu Lei just smiled and said nothing, because he saw many people on the screen whispering during their conversation, and their expressions suggested they were snickering. Wu Lei could roughly guess what they were thinking, as past transcripts of conversations with Asgard showed that the thing they valued most was the longevity vaccine.

Following Rommel's request, he was transferred to Xiang Shaolong’s vehicle, seated in the back guarded firmly by two soldiers.