I Won a Myriad-Arts Divine Lord from a Human Skin

First, let me share some thoughts... Uh, this is purely my personal opinion, so please leave if you feel uncomfortable. How to put it... It feels like a reincarnation of an old master, because the overall writing is very smooth and there aren't any major flaws. While not a masterpiece, it's at least above average. Ultimately, it depends on the individual reader; you should check it out yourself.

Chapters 60-68 are all about running casinos, selling pornographic images, and connecting with brothels. That's boring enough. The latest chapters, 69-70, are really something else—two chapters dedicated to licking a chicken. Why don't you go to a Vietnamese-Japanese street and come back before you write more? ... A whole bunch of naive young boys showing off their repression...

Copying ancient poems is poison. Like painters, it takes a long time for ancient poems to become famous after they are written. For example, Du Mu only became famous four hundred years after his poems were collected by thousands of families. Li Bai and Du Fu were not very successful during their lifetimes, but they became famous after the release of the Three Hundred Tang Poems.

To suppress combat effectiveness, one dose of medicine is needed every five days, and each dose costs five ounces. Locally, a painting costs at most two ounces, averaging one ounce per painting. Other comparisons are hard to recall at the moment, but prices are very low, while medicine is incredibly expensive. Martial arts training is a long-term commitment.

Shennong is here! The beginning is fresh and the pace is smooth. From chapter 20 onwards, it becomes more and more incredible. The plot is as vast as the ocean and the pace is incredibly slow. The protagonist has not even mastered martial arts by chapter 70. Isn't that incredible?

The first few chapters were fine, but when Emperor Ruyan appeared, I forced myself to read through it until the poetry writing part, and then I couldn't take it anymore. The quality of Sanjiang is really declining.

In the latest two chapters, the protagonist seems to be a pig. After the two characters exchange a few words, the protagonist's intelligence drops drastically, and he rushes to become a sycophant. This plot feels like a mindless, overpowered fantasy novel from over a decade ago.

The beginning, the title, and the content weren't particularly amazing, but they were all compelling and engaging; it was the kind of story that had been carefully crafted.

This is boring. It's chapter 60, and the protagonist is still a thug, still hanging around a gambling den. He's even showing off his modern knowledge to boost the gambling den's traffic. If this were a normal world, it would be one thing, but this is a martial arts world, and you could even say it will later evolve into a high-level martial arts world where a single punch can destroy a city.

Why be so obedient to a prostitute? Even if she's related to the plot, you don't have to write the plot like this. What kind of nonsense is this? The protagonist agrees with whatever the prostitute says. It's really brainless.