My Lifespan Ran Out, Yet I Became a Primordial Martial Sage

I've read up to chapter ninety-nine, read the first few lines, and there are supposed to be three more chapters I subscribed to, but I can't continue. I suddenly find myself speechless at this inability to continue; I can't find any crucial point to convince me why I gave up on this novel.

The author has kept the protagonist at 8 years old from the first chapter until now; it's really toxic.

He was introduced to martial arts at the age of eight, but when he arrived, he was put to a test by sparring with a 30-pound sword. Seriously, is he really eight? That's a bit too much, especially since his body wasn't even fully recovered before he started this kind of training.

In 2026, if you lead a cow back to the village for the Lunar New Year, slaughter it, and divide the meat, the villagers will thank you. At the beginning of the century, in the early 2000s, if you did this, the villagers would curse you behind your back, saying you were crazy for killing perfectly good oxen to eat.

They're all eight years old before they go on sale, so if you don't like that, please avoid them.

You have status and position. Even a thug had to pay to bail someone out; what kind of status do you have? A dog would be better off than you.

The character was eight years old at the start, and still eight years old after being released.

The novel portrays everyone as equal, hahaha!

What do you mean by writing about killing oxen? Don't you think it's absurd to kill oxen in front of people who have just suffered a natural disaster? Even if you kill them and divide the meat...

Seeing the "martial arts realm" in the introduction, I knew I didn't need to click on the main text.