My Beloved Dog is the Strongest in Another World - Chapter 111

She was the Empire’s top-tier elite agent, skilled in both medicine and poison. One day, she transmigrated into the body of a foolish, mentally disabled, and hideously ugly waste. But when her soul entered, the Phoenix Maiden returned, shaking the heavens and the earth! Those who wronged her will be repaid a hundredfold. Those who insulted her will pay back a thousandfold. Call her useless? Wait and see what true genius in cultivation looks like. Call her a fool? Wait and see who the top-tier alchemist really is. Say no one wants her? Watch as the strongest man follows her everywhere. From now on, divine beasts and handsome men will walk by her side, and she’ll roam the heavens and earth as she pleases.‘Qingcheng, from now on, I’ll help you manage the household and raise our children. This world and I will belong to you!’ said the scheming man with a flattering smile.The woman coldly met his gaze and replied, ‘The world and its empire are within my grasp. Now, get lost!’

What should I do after passing through?

Mo Jun’s answer is:

Life will be meaningless if you don’t work hard to enjoy it.

Then play music, then dance.

(Note: This book is a colleague of Qin Shimingyue, classified as light novels, not historical texts.)

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Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.