After a Thousand Years of Spectating, I Became a True Immortal Nobody

It's pretty good. As long as you don't focus on the diminished presence of minor characters, the protagonist can outwardly show off his skills in the Four Arts, provide logistical support, and act as the senior disciple in transmitting the Dharma. Leave the fighting and killing to the subordinates, maintain the prestige of the peak master, and don't write the fighting and killing in too much detail. Focus on the protagonist's growth and the development of his cheat abilities.

A fantasy version of a wandering frog, with various senior disciples returning in turn—quite interesting.

Writing about one's own daily leveling up has a touch of ethereal beauty, but when it comes to various troubles, it's like being possessed by a demonic force.

Why do all the disciples call the eldest disciple "Uncle-Master"? This mistake has been repeated for several pages.

It's positive now, so you should be able to use your phone now. He's probably a eunuch now. Let's go, buddy.

As expected, it was all abandoned. These dead eunuchs all follow the same template: poor sales, then claiming to be on leave, when in reality they're dead.

Finally, a new book! Why am I using a different pseudonym?

It doesn't feel like a passerby, it doesn't feel like watching a drama unfold, and it lacks any exciting or sensational moments.

It has its highlights and its flaws; it's just average food and supplies, and doesn't live up to its reputation.

It's another case of false advertising; they didn't even see any passersby. It's the same old trick as those so-called "scumbag" types.