Cultivation: From Rogue Cultivator to the Evolution of Ten Thousand Laws

Refugees from shantytowns cultivating immortality. It's all trash. Trash.

It's good to read, but isn't it a bit too rambling? I can understand that this is the style of the book, but everything has its limits. Isn't the protagonist's rambling a bit too much? And aren't the descriptions of the protagonist's inner thoughts a bit too chaotic? It's not that it has to be written in a very serious way, but one second he's riding the wind, and the next second he suddenly pops into internet slang, etc., Which makes the reading experience feel a bit disjointed.

Still cultivating immortality in the slums, still cultivating immortality in greenhouses

I flipped through a bit; the beginning was alright, but later on, I guess the author wanted to give the protagonist a harem, but it turned into a story about giving away women, which drastically lowered the book's quality. Sigh, if you can't write, don't write. You've ruined a perfectly good book.

Some novels about shantytowns can't do that. Either the protagonist is suppressed, or suddenly he has a bunch of mortal enemies coveted by him, or he is indecisive, or he kills high-level cultivators as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, or a woman inexplicably falls for the protagonist... This book basically avoids such situations.

Nowadays, it's rare to write talismans for one's own birth year; in the past, many talismans contained myriad powers.

Another beggar cultivating immortality story; authors like this should be eliminated.

To be honest, if it weren't for that part about cultivating immortality in a shantytown, this book wouldn't have achieved such little success. Honestly, the first part was really off-putting. I only read it because I had no other books to read. After you reached the Qi Refining stage, you wrote a normal cultivation story that was quite charming.

The idea of ​​cultivating immortality in a shantytown is like a group of Harvard and Cambridge graduates scavenging for a living, unable to afford rent or food, and some even starving to death—it's outrageous. 😰

A slightly better version of cultivation in a shantytown than cultivation involving excrement and urine, though of course, the better is limited.