Three Hundred Years After Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio
聊斋之后三百年
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 1.5M Words
- Genre
- Xianxia
- Subgenre
- Fantasy Cultivation
- Updated
- 3y ago
- English
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478Chapters
10.8kRecommendations
89.4kFans
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The most pointless part is the plagiarized articles. In normal ancient society, literary talent wasn't just demonstrated through poetry. If you were good at something, people would ask you to write a prose poem. If you weren't good enough, you'd be immediately exposed. They treated people like fools.
Is this author a newly minted porn star? 😄
A Frankenstein's monster of a world-building universe, with everyone's intelligence reduced to 250, turn-based combat, and a lot of elements...
Everything else is fine, but the awkward part is that the suppression of the protagonist is too obvious. The sword pouch was fine in the Ning family for hundreds of years, but in your hands it can only be used once. Why don't you just say that the sword pouch turned to ashes after killing the mountain lord?
I'm speechless after reading chapter 300. The beginning was alright, but these last few chapters are all about fellow disciples trying to kill the protagonist. He's supposed to be a genius that only comes around once every three hundred years. Even if the abbot can't control assassinations from other sects, can't he at least control his own?
Cultivation depends entirely on opportunity; effort is useless. I couldn't stand it just from that one sentence.
I feel the writing is too rushed. Descending the mountain, catching the fox, rescuing the female ghost, slaying the evil path, storming the water palace, entering the divine palace—that was already quite satisfying for me. I felt noticeably tired during the water palace storm, and the unexpected situation added to the divine palace rush. Reading all of this in one go has left me exhausted.
More than halfway through the series, the main character hasn't encountered any normal battles; all his fights are one of the weak defeating the strong, which feels too contrived.
What kind of Confucian scholar should be written in a fanfiction of Liaozhai? 😤
I was actually planning to read it, but the author's terrible naming skills made me lose interest. The author claims "supernatural power slightly surpasses all others," yet shamelessly praises it as impressive; it's so cringeworthy!