On an Actor's Self-Cultivation

At first glance, I mistook it for the actor's self-cultivation.

I really admire your dedication, so I'd like to say a few more words. First, your writing style is the best I've ever read; it's incredibly immersive, truly fantastic. Second, because of this, your scene-based chapters are particularly captivating, making it impossible to stop reading. However, transitional chapters lack the same tension, which is unavoidable, haha.

I'm getting more and more confused. This book suddenly switches between ancient and modern times, the storylines are all different, and I don't see any connection between the ancient and modern times. The only connection seems to be that after fighting in the modern world, you travel to the ancient world?

I like this book because it has a realistic female protagonist (cough cough, what's with the "realistic" part in a cultivation novel?). Su Yin isn't a typical wish-fulfillment heroine; she's the kind of likable girl we might encounter in real life.

Seeing the author's comments about subscriptions in the latest chapter, I'd like to share some thoughts. Personally, I don't think the book is badly written; rather, the author is being capricious. Judging from the synopsis, it's a fast-paced, leveling-up story.

The author's writing is excellent! And there are no unfinished chapters! Yao Da's books are all masterpieces! Adding to bookshelf and waiting for updates.

Having read through chapters that are over forty, I find there's too much pointless, forced sentimentality and it's exhausting to read. I feel like each chapter could be streamlined with fewer verbose words.

Early spring in Jiangnan is still a bit chilly; a gust of wind can bring a chill, making people instinctively wrap themselves up tighter. The Jiangnan region is rich in rivers, the most famous of which is the Luosha River. As spring is just beginning to arrive, a film crew is shooting on the riverbank. At five in the morning, few shops were open along the Luosha River.

True cultivation novels for female readers are rare, and those written so well, imbued with an ethereal quality, are extremely rare.

(/ω\) They took it upon themselves to add a cat's role to the story. What kind of bad intentions could a little kitten possibly have? [The following is the main text] >539 February 17th, light rain. A black cat lay on the wall, lazily swishing its tail. Rainwater dampened its fur, but it seemed unfazed, showing no displeasure.