Immortal Sword of Qingwu

Q&A for a Traditional Xuanhuan Novel with No Romance

Storyteller: Yuan Ze, it’s a pleasure to interview you.

Yuan Ze: (Nods in greeting) The pleasure is mine.

Storyteller: Let’s start with an easy question. When and how did you first embark on the path of cultivation?

Storyteller: What’s the thing you’ve done most often during your cultivation journey?

Yuan Ze: Killing people.

Storyteller: (Wipes sweat) Tell me one person or thing you love most and one you hate most.

Yuan Ze: None.

Storyteller: Huh?

Yuan Ze: (Thinks carefully) My master is the person I respect most.

Storyteller: What kind of person do you think you are?

Yuan Ze: An ordinary person.

Storyteller: (A crow flies past) I hope you won’t take offense, but based on this conversation, your personality is... rather bland. Readers won’t be interested in a story about you.

Xiao Si: (Suddenly speaks) His face! His face is worth reading about!

Storyteller: (Terrified) Who’s talking?

Yuan Ze: (Unsheathes his spirit sword) My friend, Xiao Si.

Storyteller: (Embarrassed) But my writing skills are limited. I can’t accurately convey your dashing good looks to the readers. Besides, beauty isn’t everything. Forgive my bluntness, but you seem to want nothing at all. What made you think of writing a book?

Xiao Si: It was my idea. I want to be famous!

Storyteller: But if there’s nothing interesting to write about, the book will be worthless. How can you become famous that way?

Xiao Si: I don’t care about all that. (Draws his sword threateningly) Just tell me, are you writing it or not?

Storyteller: I am! I am! I am!

When the book was finished, Xiao Si opened it and found he had barely any scenes. Enraged, he tore it to shreds.