The White Moonlight Got the Dragon-Proud Heroine's Script

I thought countless times about how to develop the story from here. In the end, I decided to stop struggling and stop avoiding it: this novel is being discontinued. People have to face their own mess and mistakes. After such a long hiatus, I owe you all an apology. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have started writing this novel so carelessly. It was entirely the product of a burst of inspiration, with no proper outline and no detailed plans for what would happen later. At its core, this book was the impulsive result of being consumed by anxiety. Before I started writing it, I hadn't written anything for a long time. I'd lost the urge to express myself, run out of ideas, and spent every day in a daze, wondering again and again whether I still had the ability to build a story. In the midst of that overwhelming anxiety, I started this novel in great haste, partly out of guilt over wasting my time doing nothing, and partly to prove that I could still tell a story. Then I fell into even greater anguish. Forcing yourself to write a story when you have no inspiration and haven't prepared, no matter how much you try to cover it up with writing techniques or play word games, results in an empty story. Before this book went premium, I took a week off and scrapped and rewrote it once. I struggled to make it to the premium chapters, then forced myself to write six thousand words a day, pretending to be diligent. But I couldn't fool myself for long. What I called diligence was racking my brain every day to churn out piles of garbage. Ineffectual diligence isn't diligence. It's just a fool congratulating himself. This story isn't interesting at all, and I can't get invested in it. Looking back at the plot now, all I feel is its immaturity and murkiness, and the despair of trying to grasp at something while being powerless to do so. This isn't a story written with a clear purpose. I didn't start writing it because I loved the story, either. This was just the wretched struggle of a creator who had run out of talent and hit a dead end. I owe an apology to Chu Jinghong, to the readers who followed this story, and to myself. The moment I betrayed my original intention, my work had already rejected me. So it's time. It's time to put an end to this mistake. I won't lock this book. I'll leave it here as a lasting reminder of how miserable, pathetic, and despicable I once was. Someday, when my writing has grown stronger than it was before, I'll write an interesting story for Chu Jinghong, my beloved female general. For now, I'll let her sleep in some corner deep within my heart. I'll learn from this. I won't start another novel lightly until I'm fully prepared. In the cultivation world, where Golden Core cultivators are everywhere and Nascent Soul cultivators are as common as dogs, the newcomer Chu Jinghong, a mortal, is a legend unlike any other. Wielding a sword of merit, she strikes down the Immortal Emperor above and the King of Hell below, judging the gods with a mortal body. Whether you are a Great Luo Golden Immortal or a demon or ghost, she is protected by boundless golden light of merit. One stroke destroys the gods; one stroke settles the world. Yet this fearsome killer, who slays Buddhas when they stand in her way and gods when they do the same, happens to be a female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect. On the day she joined the Hehuan Sect, Chu Jinghong set her Daoist heart on four purposes for her life: "First, to establish the heart of Heaven and Earth; second, to secure the lives of the people; third, to continue the lost teachings of the sages of old; fourth, to bring peace to all generations." ① Later, the Demon Emperor, who despised humanity, slaughtered a demon city just to win a glance from her. The sinister and ruthless Demon Venerable offered her his heart. The pure and noble Immortal Emperor knelt at her feet, ready to do her bidding... Her fair-skinned, innocent-looking young disciple asked her with reddened eyes, "Master, who do you love most?" Chu Jinghong leaned against the railing with her sword, gazing into the distance. She smiled freely. "I love this beautiful land." Though surrounded by captivating beauties, she bows only to the land. ++++++ A few notes up front ① The Four Sentences of Hengqu by Zhang Zai of the Northern Song dynasty. ② A growth-oriented story. The heroine is not an all-powerful expert from the start. This is a strong-female-lead story. The heroine doesn't fit the delicate, youthful beauty ideal: she has eight-pack abs, formidable fighting skills, and an iron-willed, resilient personality. She kills decisively, yet retains the innocence and romance of an idealist. I want to write about a woman who always carries the smell of gunpowder and blood. You couldn't describe her with traditional words like tender, gentle, kind, or virtuous. When you think of her, all that will ever come to mind is the sight of her back as she fights with her sword, drenched in blood. A war goddess. ③ Readers who require the heroine to remain romantically pure, please don't read. This is a plot-driven story with very little romance, and the heroine won't have only one man in her life. A young woman this cool is bound to have female characters with unrequited feelings for her, because I want to write a story about girls helping girls. The only ones who can fight side by side with the heroine and trust her with their backs are girls! Girls are the world's treasures! Even if the heroine suffers for a while, she'll get it back twice over later, so don't worry about that. ④ My take on xianxia: low-magic cultivation fantasy, with plenty of original worldbuilding. This is an obscure niche I write for love, with limited writing ability and plenty of plot holes. Criticism is welcome, but personal attacks are not. +++++++ Please add my next book to your collection! "Poverty Alleviation Begins with Raising Mythical Beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas," a feel-good story about building a career! Chu Sihuang graduated from an ordinary second-tier university, only to become unemployed right after graduation. She had no choice but to return to her hometown and farm. The day after she returned, the Poverty Alleviation System knelt before her, begging her to help it complete its final poverty-reduction target: lead the whole village out of poverty and toward prosperity. For the first task, the System assigned her a breeding hen and told her to raise chickens. Except this chicken had four wings and three legs! Chu Sihuang was horrified. "Has KFC finally invented a genetically modified chicken?!" The genetically modified chicken snapped angrily: "You idiot, I'm Suanyu, a mythical beast from primordial times!" Chu Sihuang: "??? So it's a sour chicken, too?" Then, the next day, something terrifying happened. Her house was haunted. The Classic of Mountains and Seas, Book Three of the Northern Mountains: "There is a bird whose shape resembles a snake, with four wings, six eyes, and three legs. It is called Suanyu. Its call is its own name, and its appearance brings terror to the town." For the second task, the System gave her two breeding cattle and told her to herd them. Except this cow... had only one leg. Chu Sihuang was horrified. "A birth defect?!" The cow screamed insults at her so loudly that everyone within ten miles would have to use hearing aids for the rest of their lives. "You fool! I'm a Kui Ox!" The Classic of Mountains and Seas, Classic of the Great Wilderness East: "It resembles an ox, with a blue body, no horns, and one leg. When it enters or leaves the water, there is sure to be wind and rain. Its light is like the sun and moon, and its voice is like thunder. It is called Kui." Later, thanks to Chu Sihuang's extensive experience in animal husbandry, she not only appeared on the agricultural television program Path to Prosperity, but also became a famous livestock tycoon throughout the region! Theme: Women should support one another and build their careers together.