Wen Han only wanted to be a lazy fish in the martial world, living off others until he died. But when his master runs into trouble, he has no choice but to leap over the dragon gate and embark on the path of cultivation.
Wen Han only wanted to lie low and grow stronger, but his power won't let him.
Someone tells Wen Han to keep his head down and protect himself. Wen Han spits in his face. "I don't want to risk my life either, but as the last Immortal Venerable of the human race, I've got more challenge letters than I can use to line the latrine!"
Someone tells Wen Han that the Great Dao is heartless. Wen Han curses inwardly: "What a load of nonsense! Why are all those fairies chasing after me?"
In the end, Wen Han only wants to tell the myriad races of the otherworld: "I, Wen Han, speak for the human race!"
A pear tree's blossoms weigh down the crabapple, without a tip I'm overcome with sorrow.
Ask how deep my grief could be: without subscriptions, my hair turns white.
Two golden orioles sing among the green willows, dear readers, please stay a while.
Once you've seen the ocean, no other waters will do, I'll cling to my readers' thick thighs.
Ask when you'll return, I don't know the date. Once I earn my royalties, I'll play chicken dinner.
Though ground to dust and shattered to pieces, I fear nothing. Feilu, one...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Come on author, I will follow to the end
Author, don't fuck, just wait until it's on the shelves
I wonder, is the author so miserable?
Why can't I understand this at the beginning?
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