I Am Zhang Sanfeng, a Poor Daoist

I feel the author is doomed. Zhang Sanfeng remains an unparalleled grandmaster. This grandmaster isn't like Ning Daoqi and his ilk; he's a lineage patriarch comparable to Bodhidharma, a figure who has shaken the ages. Throughout history, there have been one or two unparalleled masters every few centuries, but a grandmaster is a once-in-a-millennium phenomenon.

I just hope Zhang Sanfeng could be more dignified and magnanimous, instead of being glib and sharp-tongued.

This book is fucking absurd in the science fiction category.

To be honest, I don't read anything that claims to be Zhang Sanfeng or Sun Wukong.

New writers can't capture the seasoned flair, wasting this subject matter entirely. They drag it out, and with this kind of seasoned writing, I'd rather read Qiong Yao's works for a more enjoyable read. Ugh, it's so frustrating to read. I feel like I might have to abandon the project before I can write 500,000 words.

The author doesn't understand the market. Zhang Sanfeng is a grandmaster; without a masterful writing style, it's difficult to portray such a seasoned expert. Furthermore, because he's not a time traveler, readers lack a sense of identification, and given that it's a niche novel, success is unlikely.

Frankly speaking, it's absurd that this real person could cure Xie Xun's illness. The Xie Xun of this time is not the same Xie Xun who later realized his mistakes.

Zhang Sanfeng has become too vulgar; he's become a figure in the martial arts world, rather than someone who truly embodies it.

Hmm, the Heavenly Dao itself getting involved and even using fantasy and anthropomorphism is so low-class.

Let me complain a bit. It's really awkward for Zhang Sanfeng, a Taoist priest, to call someone "benefactor." Although it's acceptable to address someone that way, wouldn't it be better to use "layman" instead?