Chapter 284: According to Insider Sources (Request Monthly Votes)

However, the final result of the second kissing scene was still not ideal.

So they could only keep shooting.

Qi Hao really didn’t arrange these repeated NGs on purpose.

He had no reason to.

An Feng is already his girlfriend—he could sneak a kiss privately anytime.

He’s not a pervert who enjoys public displays.

They shot it several more times the next day before finally meeting Qi Hao’s directorial standards.

He knew the Western Buddhist Kingdom was hunting San Chen, so he dared not reveal his name, and even sent someone ahead to warn San Chen to leave before the Western Buddhist Kingdom arrived.

She had been expected to scream in pain, but she wasn’t seriously hurt—only the bruising on her face remained, and several matrons still held her wrists down; yet her beautiful eyes still blazed with fury.

After speaking, Chen Sheng signaled everyone to leave—the not only Yang Kun and others, but even Xie Bi’an and the yin soldiers were driven away.

“Master Xuanling, are you certain you wish to challenge Great Qian in the art of Hao Ran Qi?” asked Grand Tutor Jiang Mingyuan coldly.

In the thatched shed, but Li Sizhi was gone, and the courtyard was dusty, as if uninhabited for days; she felt helpless.

Ding Xiuhong, they could no longer chat naturally or invite each other to meals and drinks as before.

If the Soul Palace Guardian hadn’t deemed Tang San’s soul strength decent enough, he would’ve crushed him into oblivion long ago—how could he let this fool blabber on like this?

Now she could only stare with bloodshot eyes, watching Li Yi as if she wanted to devour him.

Li Zhao’s chewing paused. His gaze toward Song Qingyue grew darker, faint fire flickering in his eyes, a smug curve curling at his lips—making Song Qingyue’s face flush, as if this man were deliberately flirting with her.

“Indeed, even with our heritage, our Wu Clan has been too long insulated from the world’s storms. Facing such a figure, we stand no chance. In strategy and cunning, we are laughably shallow,” the Grand Shaman thought in despair.

“What’s impossible about it? Uncle Baili, don’t underestimate people—the Young Master is a puppeteer, incredibly skilled! The Hengduan Gorge? It’s nothing.” Zhenzhu spoke up indignantly, trying to correct Baili Dengfeng’s view.

Now, Chu Zhantian was the first to receive the reward from the Martial Tower, appearing in the sky above the square—this filled the Chu ancestral patriarch with relief, as if he’d finally expelled the bitterness from his chest.

Afterward, the team gained one more member: Zuo Zongtang and Zhang Zhidong were assigned to explain the principles of the constitution to the villagers.

“If my birth mother were still alive, she would have taught me—that it was wrong, that it shouldn’t be done.” Gu Chaoyan’s tears flowed freely as she spoke.

How could this be? Ye Qin was now panicked. Opium poppy cultivation was forbidden—though this was a seaside farm, it should still obey the law. Growing opium poppies privately was illegal, and the scale of this poppy field was clearly substantial.

The weather was bitterly cold; frosty air rose from the woods, turning all grass to ash. The birds trembled in the trees. The crescent moon above seemed frozen, rippling on the lake’s surface. Stars scattered above but none touched the water—as if the lake welcomed only the crescent. A crisp, biting wind stirred, making the bonfire flicker and the lake shimmer.

“Alright, today I’ll make the call again—if you land a major win, we’ll continue talking. Is that acceptable?”

Liu Feifei and her group departed. Zhu Siming emerged from the shadows, watching their retreating backs with hatred in his heart.

Like a spectral death god emerging from an endless abyss, Lu Qingshu’s right half-body radiated boundless, chilling cold.

Yuan Ling was at a loss, resting his chin on his hand, staring downward in deep thought, trying desperately to find a way out of the maze.