Chapter 553: The Meaning of Life

In the afternoon, Jiang Nian passed through the West Gate, preparing to leave campus.

"Huh?"

"You're going out to eat?" A crisp voice rang out behind him, sounding somewhat familiar.

Jiang Nian turned back and saw that it was the repeat student.

"Yeah… you're going out too?"

"Yeah, I found a secret base," He Minjun said. "Every afternoon, I go there to memorize my books."

"Where?" Jiang Nian asked, curious.

Just as Zi Mo used the sword scabbard to propel himself into the air, his feet rising high above the five-meter boar beast's back, a massive, brutal, and inevitable crushing force surged toward him.

Wu Xuan's temper was never good; at the very least, she always looked down on strangers, otherwise she wouldn't have clashed with those four psychics and ended up murdered. In this world, she didn't know Tang Zhihang, so naturally she wouldn't give him a good look.

"Zhihang, your phone is ringing," Lin Mo Xi reminded him again as she watched him play games.

The boy, having endured many things, frowned in thought for a moment, then infused a sliver of dark magic into the pocket watch.

The two walked slowly, pausing often; along the way, they avoided many places thick with vengeful spirits and gathered far more spiritual materials than Yi Xuan had in the past half-month—sure enough, within four or five days, Lü Qiu Shuai brought Yi Xuan to the edge of the Wild Forest.

I understand why Min University won—not because their people were stronger than ours, but because one traitor emerged from Shang University.

Speaking of Zhao Tianshui and Xu Hua, Zuo Jun's words dripped with hatred; Zhou Yu's gaze at Zuo Jun was filled with pity.

"This… younger sister has extraordinary talent, her cultivation has surged ahead of all others, and she excels in arrays and talismans. I, your elder brother, feel ashamed—how could I dare to address you so casually? It's safer to call you Protector Qu." Duan Han Yi's tone carried deep melancholy.

Zuo Jun casually shoved the pastry into his mouth, grinning at Zhou Yu; even though Zhou Yu kept her face stern, she couldn't help blushing at his expression.

"You're not afraid of death, but they are," Lan Ding Gan glanced at the officers aiming their guns, then stood up lazily and walked toward the door.

Battle Cultivators is shorthand for Combat Law Cultivators; unlike most Law Cultivators who dwell in quiet chambers nurturing their spiritual cores, Battle Cultivators train solely to kill—machines of war focused on lethality and efficiency.

She wasn't afraid of death or clinging to her current life, nor was she lacking courage; quite the opposite—she saw death as liberation. But she wasn't worthy of dying yet, because her mother had not been cleared of her name, and her father still waited in prison for her.

On the day of the trade, Sun Zhuo met separately with Danny Granger and Paul Millsap—they were Sun Zhuo's picks—but now, acquiring Artest was also Sun Zhuo's idea, and someone would inevitably have to leave.

The one who spoke was a gaunt man, his face sallow and sickly, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

"I can't believe how he won over Grandpa and the others—now I have to take him out? This is going to be so embarrassing." Ming Jiao Sect grumbled inwardly.

Some people are like that—never having tasted true hardship, they believe everything must obey them.

Howard slammed hard into the basket, but Duncan had already been knocked down by Howard's charge, and the referee blew the foul on Howard.

He drove while searching his memory for the man sitting in the passenger seat—where had he met him before?

Camilla snatched the lighter from Lin Xiao's hand and clicked it again and again until it wouldn't spark anymore.

"Second Boss, don't act rashly!" The men in the horse team panicked at once, someone shouting out.

"Hmph! You don't need me to manage you, but it's about the same," Zhao Yi looked down at Ye Tian. "I took your room—what are you going to do about it?" Zhao Yi spoke with a hint of smugness.

Xin Zhuhu guessed perfectly—right then, beneath that tree, calling his name, was none other than the "simple-minded" guard from Ni's household, "Yi Jiang." So why was this man here tonight?

Although Chiang Kai-shek lagged behind Yan Xishan in industrial development, his overall strength surpassed him—thanks precisely to the comprador class in these regions, whose tariffs on imported and exported goods gradually fueled his growth.

Thus, the factory's atmosphere grew heavy; Ye Tian and the others waited for Cai Fengyang's reply. No matter their choice, Ye Tian would respect it—but if they refused, he'd treat them as mere passersby in life; if they agreed, he'd treat them as his brothers.

"I don't like being told what to do, but I can't beat Qin Yu, so I surrendered," Bai Mao chuckled.

Finally feeling sleepy, he returned home. The adults' conversation seemed endless; Ai Rui sat beside them listening, then dozed off, leaning against the carved wooden leg of Grandma's beautiful bed.

There's no wall that doesn't leak—Shen Gong's "glorious deeds" in his frantic efforts to rescue Da Liu eventually reached Gu Qingmeng and his disciples. Now that Shen Gong himself faced trouble, the "Three Righteous Men," who always valued loyalty, naturally wouldn't stand idly by.

During the Eastern Han, Daoism established the Three Meetings and Five Sacrificial Days, among which the seventh day of the seventh month was the Moral Sacrifice Day—the fixed date when Daoist followers gathered at their administrative centers for evaluation. Later, as Daoism fixed the birthday and corresponding rites of the Earth Official of the Mid-Yuan Festival on the fifteenth day of the seventh month, this date became the established ancestral memorial day.

"Beauty? What beauty?" Sanada Masaharu asked, puzzled. What beauty? Why was Nana saying things he didn't understand?

This Thunderstorm Crystal Grape, to ordinary people, merely benefits health—but to cultivators, it's a treasure, capable of yielding pure spiritual energy for cultivation.

She'd only said it offhandedly just now, never expecting the man to respond to her with such deep emotion.

Heng Shao received superstar treatment—though the government remained publicly silent, since this was the mainland, where gambling was strictly forbidden.

In six days—less than a week—their reality show filming ended, and with it came the end of their time in the unit; they would soon return to their normal lives.