Hey! Bro, want to cultivate immortality? The kind where you start with a giant corpse?
(End of the serious blurb)
The author's ramblings:
- My original intention was to write a clichéd cultivation novel, but the farther I went down the path of cultivation, the more off course I got... I even started racing in the opposite direction... (The author is at a loss for words.)
- The protagonist is tentatively named Xu Changting. I say tentatively because I've realized he barely has any scenes right now! His status as the protagonist is in jeopardy.
- Feel free to read and leave comments.
- Chapter lengths are unpredictable. It depends on the author's enthusiasm and typing speed, since this story first appeared in the author's draft notebook.
- Please be forgiving if it's not well written. The author just wants to practice their writing and pacing. (If it's well written, can I get rid of the male lead?!)
Added later:
- I went to pray and hope I can finish this book. Buddha said to me, "Why are you writing a mystery in a cultivation novel?! Why not use your golden finger and solve crimes instead? You took a feel-good progression story and turned it into a constipated mystery. Look at your title, look at your tags!" I said, "Okay, I understand. Thank you."
P.S. The paragraph above is completely made up. The author has split personalities. But this vivid use of dialogue vividly portrays the author's frustration with their own lack of ability and their helplessness despite wanting to improve. It feels so real... No, so much like the author themselves, that readers have every reason to believe that if such a conversation really happened, it would go exactly like that. It expresses the author's earnest, heartfelt desire to improve their writing and pacing.
Theme: Wear your pants properly.
