20. Wearing a Skirt

Qiao Fei arrived at the set punctually at 9:50 a.m. and headed straight to the dressing room to get ready. Shortly after her arrival, Jiang Lai, who had no scheduled filming for the day, also appeared on set.

If the essence of the Tao lies in nature, then every blade of grass and every tree can be considered the Tao; why then be constrained by concepts of spiritual realms or primordial spirits? If the Tao is "non-action," what is it that one is truly cultivating through such arduous effort? Is it one's cultivation level, or merely an attachment to the near-delusional pursuit of ascending to immortality?

Di Qianjun hurried to the main hall, but after waiting for about the time it takes to brew a pot of tea, Elder Ziyang still had not emerged. Unable to contain his impatience, he disregarded protocol and walked directly into the inner sanctum.

Pushing open the door, his eyes were met with a honey-hued vision. Jing Luo was momentarily stunned by the sudden display of beauty and quickly turned his head away, a faint blush creeping up the ears hidden beneath his hair.

She walked toward her room, lost in thought. Bao Huan watched her slender figure and bit his lip; it really wasn't a dream after all.

Su Ning raised an eyebrow at Sima Chen, having no intention of bringing out the rest of the Purple Frost Magic Lotuses. After all, when something is too abundant, it loses its value, doesn't it?

Lin Shu peeled longans incessantly, popping them into the mouth of the busy Su Huo from time to time, while occasionally eating one herself.

"Are you saying you really don't know anything?" Watching Gu Yi's current expression, Zhong Xiaomin asked with a curiously raised eyebrow.

"I have known the Prince for so long; I have occasionally seen him pale or unwell, but I have never seen him collapse. Or perhaps, the stimuli you created simply weren't enough?" Zhu Que mused for a long while.

Mei Ziyan was furious and was just about to retaliate when Mu Cheng handed her a cup of tea, the rich aroma drifting toward her.

However, there is a crucial prerequisite to "creating money": it should not be distributed through fiscal channels, but rather through financial ones.

This display immediately drew gasps of amazement from the onlookers. The middle-aged Taoist then flourished his sword, flipped his body through the air, vaulted over the altar, and landed beside the wooden barrel.

Within his field of vision, the water and milk blended together, gradually swirling into a void of nothingness, leaving him as if suspended in mid-air.

Many industry insiders believe this sector is about to enter an era of blossoming prosperity; a frenzied carnival has only just begun.

Before Feng Ziyong could react, Zhu Hongsan grabbed the spittoon from the floor and slammed it onto Guo Huaiyi’s head. He then picked up a teapot from the table and began battering Guo Huaiyi’s head with it. Fortunately for Guo Huaiyi, his head was large, so the spittoon only covered half of his face. That half, however, was not so lucky; it was beaten by Zhu Hongsan until it looked like a crushed cucumber.

"..." Seeing Wu Mengyang’s intractable expression, Li Xue felt a surge of anger, but she had no choice but to sit back down in frustration.

In the Ming Dynasty, the status of princes was quite low. Despite being a prince, one might not wield as much political power as a county magistrate. Zhu Yuan’s ability to act so arrogantly in Henan was entirely due to the prestige of his imperial commission.

Having returned travel-worn, it was only natural to wash one's hands, enjoy some tea, and rest one's feet before having a meal.

Behind the inn was a large courtyard featuring a lotus pond and rockeries, surrounded by a long corridor and eight or nine guest rooms. These were the inn's premier suites, far too expensive for ordinary people.

The Shenwu Imperial Court might look prosperous on the surface, but internally, it was like an overfed glutton—bloated on the outside, suffering from indigestion within.

"You may not have acted yourself, but your subordinates did. Is that not your fault?" San Niangzi refused to accept Ye Tan’s logic. "You are their master; if they acted, it is the same as you acting. Do you not understand this?"

"Not bad, not bad, truly not bad." A flicker of approval crossed Han You’s eyes. He glanced at the game timer on the screen, his eyes narrowing slightly; his usual devil-may-care expression gradually shifted into a deep, focused gaze.

Zhangsun Wuji’s words sounded pleasant, but anyone with a bit of sense knew he wanted Ye Tan to return. You cannot run wild in Chang'an because every department is bound by rules, unlike Songzhou, where you are far from the Emperor’s reach and cannot be directly managed.

Lin Chen was excited about finding Da Bai, but Da Bai had no intention of treating Lin Chen as its master. With a roar, it lunged at him, its sharp claws and teeth looking as if they could tear Lin Chen to shreds in the next second.

The bottom lane duo was in such a wretched state that if they didn't call for their "jungle daddy" to step in, they would be truly heroic indeed.

"Please allow me to keep this a secret for now; I’ll keep you in suspense," Fang Erhai said with a smile.

From a certain perspective, they could no longer be considered human, yet they couldn't truly be called ghosts either; they existed in a state of being half-human and half-ghost.

"It’s a good thing these private structures are built with solid materials. If they were like those flimsy walls in American TV shows that collapse with a push, we’d all have to jump into the sea," Zhang Zhao said, half-jokingly, in the face of the crisis.

Yuan Yuan spoke as she packed her belongings, taking a final look at him before leaving. Bu Nan had already fainted.

In the blink of an eye, Trapani welcomed Arsenal to their home stadium. From top to bottom, it was Arsenal’s first time in Sicily. Hugo had previously invited other powerhouses for friendly matches, but Arsenal had never been among them.

"As long as they catch the fishing boats, they can collect fines; it would be strange if he weren't enthusiastic," Xuanyuan Zhan said, his voice muffled.

According to what he knew, the Stormy Sea was plagued by year-round tempests and thunder, with sea monsters lurking within. Yet, having traveled this far without encountering a single danger, how could he not be astonished?

After all, they were well-traveled, and many had visited Western museums abroad, contemplating the integration of both cultures.

Yuan Nian spoke calmly, his voice slightly hoarse. He spoke as if describing something entirely mundane, feeling no shame, and the more Cheng Shuang acted this way, the less guilty he felt.

When the five reached the bench, the substitutes crowded around Jin Nanzhe, pinching his cheeks and pulling at his eyelids.

Watching the scene, Yi Tiao and Aisin-Gioro Qiyuan laughed heartily, and even Jiang Yanran covered her mouth and chuckled.

Today, only Changguo, held by Tian Kai, remained in the entire Qing Province. Once Changguo was taken, the war in Qing Province would be temporarily concluded. However, Tian Kai’s conviction had not died, and he was determined to hold the city; breaking through it would likely not be easy in the short term.

This time, the Blood Drop finally revealed a trace of gravity. After all, a technique of this caliber could not have been created by an ordinary person; without being a master of the sword, it would be impossible to conceive such a skill.