Investiture of the Gods: I Am Xiao Sheng

There's a child, about 7 or 8 years old, who hides gold coins and a silver ruler and runs around the chaotic continent, even venturing into areas with high levels of nuclear radiation. He constantly complains about not growing up yet, but instead of cultivating, he chooses adventure. The main theme is that he's entirely protected by the author's father, while the entire continent is blind. This is quite absurd.

With so many treasures on your person and insufficient cultivation, you still dare to wander around recklessly. You clearly have so much merit; why not use some to improve your cultivation? Reaching the Golden Immortal realm would be enough. That realm is just right. Running around without even reaching the Golden Immortal realm is practically courting death.

It was originally a decent book, but the author... Every single one of his books has the word "Damn" in it. What's the author's mentality? It's really uncomfortable to read. Moreover, the powerful figures he portrays are all smug and petty, completely devoid of human decency. Do you really think that millions upon millions of years of cultivation were wasted? To be honest, unless the author changes his style or someone else takes over the writing, this book won't last long.

This is the most ridiculously stupid novel I can say. It's like the protagonist has abandoned his identity as a great sage of the human race, yet he still helps others like a dog. It's as if the human emperor is the master, and the protagonist is just a dog, always at your beck and call.

The protagonist starts off confidently, believing he possesses the potential to become a Primordial Golden Immortal, and completely disregards any sage inheritances, as if he already knows he's destined to be the protagonist.

This writing is so tedious! Everywhere the protagonist goes, there's a conspiracy; there's no good person besides him. He's constantly going crazy doing this or that. There are practically ten crazy characters in a single chapter. Knowing his cultivation level is low, he keeps talking about cultivating. Protagonist, why don't you just cultivate and improve your strength?

I've persevered for over 120 chapters, but I can't read any more! It's too tiring ⊙⊙ Things decided in one chapter are overturned in the third, over and over again. It's like I have paranoia. I'm exhausted. Keep going, you guys! I've made it to chapter 123, how many chapters have you read?

This protagonist is such a weakling, he has no real strength yet runs around recklessly, and he's supposed to be equipped with innate spiritual treasures? Couldn't he at least cultivate to the point where he can barely protect himself before going out to cause trouble? What gave this celestial being such audacity?! Completely brainless, it's like his intelligence was forcibly lowered. 🤫

I've never seen such an incredible lump of food.

This author seems to be talking to himself. Reading this book only reveals the author's excessive worry and the pressures of life; I didn't see any originality in the writing. I couldn't even finish the free chapters, let alone the paid ones. The plot drags, and the internal monologues are overly detailed. I suggest the author see a psychologist or take some time to relax…