In this world, there are martial arts, literature, the Dao, demons, the real, and the illusory.
Every school and faction has its own system of cultivation, yet no one has ever reached the pinnacle of their field.
Ye Feng opened his eyes to find himself in a death row prison.
His father had rebelled, and three generations of his family were implicated. It seemed this world had not only fathers who got their sons into trouble, but sons who got their fathers into trouble, too.
Looking at his beautiful fiancée, all he wanted was to survive, then settle down as a wealthy man and have a hundred children.
But amid case after case, court intrigue, and power struggles, Ye Feng followed the path of justice in his heart, stepping through blood and over corpses...
This novel is completely useless. The protagonist has traveled through time and is talking nonsense. It feels like he can't walk when he sees a woman.
After reading about ten chapters, I still don't feel immersed in it.
There is no main plot at all, so I just keep wandering around, without any sense of immersion.
Nowadays, it seems like I can't write a book if I don't write something colorful, or I can't write some colorful paragraphs. I just look at it with a very awkward look.
I really don't have the brainpower to deal with this kind of conspiracy theory.