Walking Through Historical Myths: Starting with Lu Dongbin

He's incredibly poisonous, yet he was treated like a dog by the monks, his sister-in-law was captured, and all he did with his magical powers was bully mortals. He was utterly subservient to monks and even got crippled by them. His wife and entire family were also wiped out. No wonder he's being criticized; even Shennong (a legendary Chinese physician) could be poisoned to death by such a toxic person.

In short, it's about a transmigrated, seemingly foolish protagonist with a cheat-like ability who gets repeatedly schemed against and killed, with his loved ones and pets all dying as a result. The protagonist gets married, his wife is captured, and he roars in anger, accepting it. His sister-in-law is captured by a bald monk, forced to sign his treaty.

It's a good book, but there's something awkward about it. How to put it? It's like a feeling of being stifled, like a tiger being locked in a cage—not open and comfortable, that's probably the feeling.

Lu Dongbin clearly told him not to turn back no matter who called him after returning from the Taishan Divine Palace, but he forgot as soon as he stepped out the door. He clearly knew that this was a mythological world, with so many similar stories in his past life, yet he still didn't pay attention. This isn't recklessness; it's a loss of intelligence.

The protagonist is like a dog. Who got arrested, who got poisoned, who was the worst person... In the end, he was still forced to self-destruct. The same was true after arriving in the Tang Dynasty. Still being completely outmaneuvered by that bald monk, all sorts of cursed lone wolves... It really makes my scalp tingle. I subscribed to a few, just to vent my frustration.

After reading seven chapters, the land of China is in ruins, the Han people are almost wiped out, and all you're doing is have nothing to do? Then what were you doing here? Couldn't you have chosen a different time? That's awful! I even spent a dollar just for that line… I'm off.

Damn, the more I read, the more frustrated I feel. This is the first time I've ever felt this suffocatingly upset. I don't usually like to comment, but today I have to speak up, even if I'm just going to give a tip. Writing a book to this extent really makes me feel incredibly frustrated.

It takes real talent to write an invincible novel that's so frustrating.

This is trash writing; no wonder they set up a fan value system—they're afraid of being criticized.

I heard it's the most poisonous of all poisonous plants, so poisonous that even Shennong (the legendary Chinese emperor) would be poisoned by it. He came here specifically to leave his mark.