[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-gen-z-artist":3,"chapter-gen-z-artist-gen-z-artist-chapter-120":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Gen Z Artist",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},2217909,3967,"Chapter 120: The Sword of Culture, the refraction of the sun and moon","gen-z-artist-chapter-120",120,"\u003Cp>The matter of book signings is not a necessity for conventional writers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fang Xinghe is different. There is no writer in the world more capable of \"offline display\" with such high value than him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Expanding to the entire entertainment industry, it remains the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stars in this day and age, whoever is on camera, look \"as beautiful as jade and as tender as skin,\" but that’s because after makeup, the equipment can't show the details, making the stars with makeup look like they aren't wearing any, so as long as the face shape is OK...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It really was a questioning of guilt. Yin Gezhi lowered his eyes, gently pinched the jade thumb ring, and sighed longly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the ghost child flew over, Wei Jing’s footsteps stopped, and then he stretched out a black-skinned palm toward the ghost child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a show for Ye Yuqing to see; after all, this person was gentle and considerate, and cherished her much more than Yin Gezhi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ai Mu looked at the ceiling in disbelief. When the door was slammed shut with a \"bang,\" she sat up like she had been pricked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waking up from a sleep, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. She hurriedly got up and dialed Si Junhao’s mobile number regardless of anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I asked him back. Bo Yin suddenly hooked his lips, seemingly relieved, and lowered his head to kiss my forehead gently with his cool lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nodded and put a piece of meat in Bo Yin’s bowl. He turned his head to look at me, his eyes filled with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sister’s name is so nice, unlike my name, which is so ordinary.\" Kong Jia looked like she disliked her own name, which made Ai Mu want to laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were Li Yue, Li Yue felt that at most it would be a few years of effort, and the fierce ghosts here might not have lost control yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mu didn't talk to Thomas Chamberlain for too long. After Lawrence Lucas arrived, Li Mu and Lawrence Lucas left the banquet hall directly; they had too many things to communicate about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huan Wen, who possessed the wealthy tax revenues of Jing, Yi, and Jiang provinces, building tens of thousands of sets of armor and consuming millions of catties of steel was simply a drop in the bucket. If Gao Jingzong really sold steel at the price of twenty coins, Huan Wen would dare to arm all 76,000 of his Xifu soldiers as iron-clad troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Shen Haoxuan came back to his senses, he found that he was not in the main hall, but standing on a mountain peak shrouded in clouds and mist. Surrounded by an endless sea of clouds, not far in front of him, a middle-aged man in a gray Daoist robe was sitting cross-legged on a cushion, gently stroking the ancient zither in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the guise of catching sparrows, before the snow melted, Cherry and Qiu Shan Runsheng went into the mountains for four consecutive days. They caught seventeen or eighteen rabbits, all locked in Miao Yuze’s poultry house. After the snow melted, Cherry sold them all to the peddler who collected sundries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tianxiang was unforgiving, biting the sword with her mouth and using her hands instead of feet, kicking continuously at Hongxiu’s vital parts such as her head, shoulders, and chest. For a time, Hongxiu was forced to retreat repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Master Shen was halfway through his meal in the room, a stone suddenly flew in through the half-open window and fell to the ground with a \"clatter.\" There was also a letter on the stone, written to Master Shen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Xia was in the car, watching Chi Jinfeng walk to the other side of the parking lot, staring at a car for a long time, and even kicking the tire, causing the alarm to sound, and then he came back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was snow in the courtyard, and Lotus was diligent. Hearing a word, she hurried down the steps, her feet stepping on a piece of white, flawless snow. Under her feet were only cloth cotton shoes, so the cold soaked into her bones, and two \"ouch\" sounds came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What about this man?\" Luan Yu walked to Lu Hubao, lifted her arrogant chin, and subconsciously, she sensed the powerful aura that Lu Hubao was hiding, which gave her, who had always looked down on men, an urge to try, not to mention that he was a Chinese man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she also freed herself from these trivial matters, just watching the progress, checking for problems, and making adjustments. \u003C\u002Fp>",774,"2026-06-17T13:05:17.846Z","2026-06-18T03:34:23.509Z",1,"Gemini 3.1 Flash Lite","e965814abfa96ffbe682a6f52b5548f96e1b905a4e69c4f89d2786b9e9aace4a","gen-z-artist-chapter-121","gen-z-artist-chapter-119",150,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fgen-z-artist-cover.jpg"]