Zhao the First: You’re pacifying Xuzhou, heading south to Jiangnan, and bringing peace to all quarters. Is this a history book?
Author: It is.
Qian the Second: You’re setting up altars, drawing talismans, and performing rituals. Is this a cultivation novel?
Author: Uh, yes...
Sun the Third: You’re solving strange cases, driving out ghosts and demons, and investigating conspiracies. Is this a mystery novel?
Author: Er... that too...
Li the Fourth: Hold on. You said the Tang dynasty is a small world, and laid the groundwork for a vast universe. Is this going to be a multiverse story?
The author rubbed his hands sheepishly. “Well, it could be...”
Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li rolled up their sleeves, clenched their fists, and slowly closed in, furious. “Tell us, what exactly are you writing?”
Cowering on the ground with his head covered, the author trembled. “Everyone, please calm down! Could you read the book before beating me up?”
Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li: “Fine, we’ll let you off for now. We’ll be even angrier after reading it, so we’ll beat you twice as hard then.”
Wiping away sweat, the author thought to himself, “This is bad. My 300,000-word stockpile isn’t enough. I need to write twice as hard and buy myself time to escape!!!”
(Multiverse + Strange Tales + Mystery + Classic Xianxia + Tang Dynasty + Taoist Priest + Traditional Cultivation + Demon-Slaying)
