The Immortal Venerable Refuses to Be Manipulated

I started preparing this book last April, after finishing Black Moonlight.

I wrote seven or eight versions of the opening and wasn't satisfied with any of them. I unexpectedly published it in August, but wasn't happy with that either.

I worked out all the worldbuilding, outline, detailed outline, and chapter-by-chapter plan, then spent a long time polishing it. It took a full year of being stuck before I finally published it.

I thought that even though writing this book had been a struggle, with a complete outline, character profiles, and detailed plans, I would eventually be able to finish it.

But only when I actually started writing did I realize that I really hate scumbag men. I have absolutely zero tolerance for them.

Whether they're scum through and through or just a little scummy, whether they only use the shou or develop feelings too late, all I want to do is make them eat humble pie and kill them off immediately. At lightning speed.

Slowly torturing them to death, making them go through the long road to win their wives back: just letting scumbag men live one second longer makes me feel awful.

I really did overestimate myself. When I was outlining, I thought I could have the characters play cat and mouse with scumbag men for a few rounds, make them lose the people they loved, shatter them physically and mentally, and ruin their reputations...

But when I started writing the actual story and filling in the details, I realized that even scumbag men liking someone makes me feel awful. I just want to shout, "Get away from me!"

Every time I wrote Le Fuguang having to play along with a scumbag for the sake of a mission, I felt terrible.

When I thought about the four or five scumbag men still to come, each one needing a drawn-out entanglement, I couldn't write another word.

After much painful reflection, I've decided not to continue this book.

Scumbag men shouldn't even appear. I'll just let them die before they're born.

The only people I feel truly sorry for are the lovely readers who've been following this story.

Your support has given me a little love amid all those scumbag men, and helped me keep going until now.

But because of the author, you'll never get to see how this book ends.

The book should automatically become free after three months on hiatus. When that happens, half of your subscription fees will be refunded. I'll also send a red envelope to the lovely readers who leave a comment on the final chapter, Chapter 36, within ten days, as an apology.

The red envelopes will be sent out all at once on November 10.

Thank you, lovely readers, for your support.

One last thing: scumbag men, begone, begone, begone, begone, begone!

Here's the blurb for this book.

"Want to fall in love? The kind where you'd live and die for him, give up your heart and kidneys for him, and even give your life for him."

Le Fuguang: "I refuse to be emotionally manipulated!"

And so, the heartless sword cultivator who killed his wife to prove his Dao had his heartless path shattered;

The Lord of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, who sent Le Fuguang, his stand-in, to the Execution Platform, ended up on the platform himself;

The Demon Lord who imprisoned and abused Le Fuguang was imprisoned by Le Fuguang instead;

Later, Le Fuguang found his ex-boyfriends outside his cave residence. There were five of them!

Every one of them had red-rimmed eyes and choked out, "Can we start over?"

Le Fuguang casually grabbed a passerby. "No, because I already have a cultivation partner."

Passerby: "A cultivation partner, huh?"

Only later did Le Fuguang learn that the passerby he'd grabbed at random was the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao and the newly appointed leader of the Immortal Alliance.

Le Fuguang: "Sorry for the trouble. I've never loved you. You're just a tool."

The tool, Jifeng, pondered for a moment. "But I have loved you, and I always will."

Jifeng has a secret: many years ago, before he had even taken human form, he had already fallen for that carefree little cultivator.

Carefree, lazy shou VS doting Heavenly Dao gong

Angst turns into scumbag punishment, 1v1, happy ending

Please add my upcoming novel, The Cat of the Underworld, to your reading list. You'll find it in my author page.

Blurb:

Lin Luo is a bottom-tier celebrity in public and a nine-lived cat demon in private.

He gets by on bit parts for food money and solves paranormal cases to earn merit. He may not be rich, but his life is peaceful and smooth.

He never expected that one rainy night, a strange man covered in black energy and marked by ill fortune would collapse, covered in blood, outside Lin Luo's home.

To keep the man from dying on his doorstep and bringing bad luck, Lin Luo had no choice but to sacrifice the tail he'd worked so hard to cultivate in order to save him.

Then one day, Lin Luo, who had always been obscure, inexplicably became famous;

The ferocious ghosts and monsters he'd struggled to deal with suddenly turned into pitiful little things, begging him to spare them;

And when he got home at night, a handsome, tall man was blocking his door, asking to keep a cat!

Lin Luo: Meow~! What on earth is going on?!

Yan Futu came to the human world ten years ago to undergo a trial, but with his cultivation sealed, he nearly died.

Fortunately, a nine-lived black cat stayed by his side, caring for him day and night and keeping him alive.

Ten years later, he returned to his divine position in the underworld. His first words were: "I want to keep a cat."

A few days later, the headline on the Underworld's official account read: "We Have a Cat!"

Picky, tempestuous, easily ruffled shou x gentle, scheming Ghost King gong

1v1, happy ending, paranormal

Theme: Immortal cultivation dreams and traditional culture.