I Can Appraise Anything, and My Level Goes Up by One

The protagonist didn't seem to have much of a feeling, and it felt like the protagonist wasn't very bright, making assumptions a bit too much.

It's a classic case of the older the civilization, the more powerful it is. This only happens when a civilization keeps regressing. As long as a civilization is progressing normally and spiraling upwards, it will only be better today than yesterday.

The homogenization is too serious; it feels like I'm seeing the shadows of several other books at the same time, and nothing new has been written.

Too much unnecessary dialogue, somewhat reminiscent of Chen Dong's style, but lacking his writing flair and pacing, making it awkward to read. And that Golden Pavilion—if it's recruiting geniuses and then using their cultivation techniques to trap them, why don't they just join a sect? Like in the latest chapter, the protagonist could easily have joined a sect and obtained the Bone Forging Technique.

This book is truly terrible. The protagonist has a system, but he doesn't even bother to hide it. People say that prostitutes can't practice martial arts casually, but the protagonist practices swordsmanship in public, even though it's just a small wooden stick. Is that something you can practice with?

It's utter garbage, dragging its feet and dragging its feet, ending up killing nobody. Either one escapes, or another flees – an endless cycle of chaos.

I don't even want to read the description. It's just a basic breathing technique; level it up one rank and it becomes the Primordial Breathing Technique for humans. Primordial, huh? It's really worthless, isn't it?

Holy Mother + Nanny + Eunuch + Simp

Why are they constantly increasing the toxicity of Longhu Dan? Would normal medical researchers hate lab rats? I know you want to write something cliché to get you excited, but it's too mindless.

Daily poison delivery, it's practically daily poison release!