I Have a Realm of Mountains and Rivers

People used to call it fast-food literature—fast-paced, mindless, and indiscriminate. But now it's not even about fast food anymore; it's about toilet literature—loud noise, but nothing lasts.

The wording is a bit odd and a little tiring to read.

The synopsis looks like it's about farming and cultivating immortality, but it turns out to be the same old gangster-themed cultivation story.

The world-building wasn't even clearly established at the beginning; the characters just spout off random lines, and the author rambles on and on, acting all self-important and making a mess of things.

Nowadays, in novels, if someone keeps a pet, it's always a cat, and it has to be female.

The story begins with the father's death and the protagonist facing imminent danger of being killed himself. He runs away and starts causing trouble outside. The first six chapters consist of four scenes of fighting and causing trouble.

I had this feeling about my last book; I wanted to write about tranquility and peace, but it read like chaos and conflict. I hope the author will carefully consider this issue after reading this.

The road ahead is long and arduous, but I will persevere and strive for excellence. Let's keep going and encourage each other! 😁