He wanted to become strong—so strong that no one could ever restrain him.

"Brother Bird... Mr. Bird, Elder Bird!"
The high-level psychic who had just revealed the inside story wept miserably, tears streaming down his face, his sobs interrupted by frightened hiccups.
"I was wrong, I'm just a wretch slaving away for a handful of silver. Please, have mercy, let me off as if I were nothing but a passing fart!"
Never again would they so easily work for capitalists.
Running into a heartless boss was a matter of life and death.
They had thought Nine Peaks Mountain was nothing but untouched wilderness—

Ye Chen glanced at his ticket and seat number, then stood up and exchanged seats with the other person, settling himself in the middle of the three seats.
"In a sense, she really is dead... But if I act now, I might still be able to save her... If you behave, I'll save her."
Suddenly, something flew toward him in an arc; startled, he raised both hands and caught it neatly.
This process was no different from ritual or blood refinement: first, he wiped away the lingering aura and consciousness inside, then connected the pagoda with his own mind and spirit.
A powerful, unified voice echoed through every corner of the conference room, and coupled with Gao Hong's impassioned words, it thoroughly roused everyone's spirits.

Ye Xiu's back had been pierced through, a fist-sized hole gaped in his chest, blood pouring down, with faint black smoke corroding his flesh and blood around the wound.
Wan Xin hid her laughter under the covers, giving her best friend a thumbs-up in her heart; rolling her eyes at Hu Cancan, she buried her face and continued sleeping.
"To hear the Blood Tower Master's name—let alone outsiders, even within the Blood Tower itself, few have seen him," Ye Guchen mused.
"Why have you all stopped moving?" Five plain-looking people slowly approached Ye Xiu; one greeted him with a seemingly harmless smile.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes... The restless bone, forcibly suppressed, finally settled down, giving up its urge to burst forth.
—That kind of pure deskmate relationship: stargazing together, holding hands on the way to and from school, a drunken accidental kiss, an embrace atop a mountain, meeting each other's parents at home, even sharing a room for a night.
Yet, curiosity gnawed at him—he couldn't help but wonder just who this George was, the one who had saved him.
Lu Zhenzhen's eyes were a little moist, the corners of her mouth lifting. In her previous life, she had wronged this man; in this life, she would cherish him well.
"Hey, is the stew ready yet?" Before she could see clearly who it was, Lingling called out as soon as the door opened. Realizing it was her mother, her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head, fiddling with her sleeve.
The emperor imposed heavy taxes, ruled incompetently, his officials were corrupt and lawless, exploiting the people, and with years of drought and frequent disasters, the people were starving and destitute.
The taxi driver watched as Su Xi skillfully disinfected, then opened a case of silver needles. The needles flew out, piercing precisely into Old Zhou's body, opening up his Qi Sea and Snow Mountain points.

Such powerful results left Su Yu absolutely certain—this blueprint was indeed the creation of the Machine God himself.
Liu Yun was momentarily speechless, gazing at the face that so overlapped with his memories. With a sigh, he realized that compared to before, Su Xi was now more openhearted; he couldn't help but wish Su Xi would remain this way.
Su Qingyan, sitting behind, failed to stop her momentum and, still delighting in her success, tumbled straight onto someone's back.
"We'll wait until nightfall to enter the city. They'll definitely assume we've already escaped. Let's do the opposite and turn back. We must find out where that damn prince is," Wang Dong said to the purple dragon, swallowing a mouthful of roast meat.
"Stop! Why are you searching my room?" Wang Dong was furious; he'd tried to reason politely, but they treated him as an easy target, to be squeezed at will.
"The Green-Fingered Corpse isn't here. Let's look downstairs—there must be another passage." I carefully examined the corpses below, but there was no sign of the Green-Fingered Corpse.
"Dad, that's not how it is. The shares are in your hands, which proves that Su Jewelry is still owned by the Su family. So... please sign the contract first," Leng Dicheng pressed on.