Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

On the other hand, Zhu Wuyao is getting more and more into writing.

It is indeed a fine pen; the writing has a rhythm, no less than the typing feel of a mechanical keyboard.

Although she had never written a novel in her previous life, as a young person of the new era, she had read quite a few before she transmigrated.

What about being jilted at the start of a story, the mortal cultivation journey, the system and cheat codes that allow for transmigration and rebirth? Especially that classic line, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; never underestimate a young man's potential!"

It's so similar to the original owner's situation.

In this book, "After My Spiritual Roots Were Destroyed, I Became the First Disciple of the Immortal Venerable," Zhu Wuyao uses his own experiences as a basis to fabricate and smear the villainous characters.

As for the protagonist, he has almost nothing in common with Zhu Wuyao. His name is Zhou Zhi, he never likes to read books, he is a chivalrous knight who often goes out to help the weak and oppressed, and his behavior is completely different from the original owner.

It will never remind people of the original owner, avoiding the possibility that the villains and protagonists could be completely linked to the Zhu family, so that they don't make much money but instead have their identities exposed at a glance, which would bring trouble.

To be honest, the novel culture in this world is rather mediocre.

It's no wonder the original author wrote four or five thousand words in such a pedantic style; most story writers start by spouting a few lines of poetry.

They wouldn't stop until they showed off their literary talent.

Zhu Wuyao, who has experienced countless impacts of the internet age, is different. The novels that she can see are all high-quality works that have been selected by the reader market and sifted out by the tides.

Does she not know what her readers like to read?

Perhaps because she had eaten a full meal, Zhu Wuyao didn't feel tired after writing nearly 10,000 words. She was somewhat surprised, wondering if she was exceptionally talented and born to write books.

She rubbed her wrist and, sure enough, it didn't hurt anymore. She looked at the manuscript on the table with satisfaction. Perhaps she was so excited while writing that she felt the brush in her hand trembling slightly, as if she wanted to continue writing.

Put down the pen.

Zhu Wuyao laid himself neatly on the bed and fell asleep peacefully, as if he were being laid to rest.

Before dawn, she mustered her willpower and got out of bed. The accommodation fee had been settled the day before. She packed her bags and set off, avoiding pedestrians.

Although there was some certainty that the murderer would not dare to act in public, a wise person would not stand under a dangerous wall.

Run when you should.

Zhu Wuyao had no money to buy a horse, but luckily he ran into a mule seller.

That's fine, at least it can serve as a means of transportation.

Who knew this journey would last two days? On the first day, the mule drank water and ate grass, while Zhu Wuyao drank water and ate steamed buns.

The next day, the mule drank water and ate grass, and Zhu Wuyao followed suit.

She looked as listless as grass chewed by a mule.

Fortunately, they encountered a woodcutter who pointed out the way into the city. With some effort, he managed to drag the mule into the city.

"Radish 2... move forward a bit!" Zhu Wuyao was having a hard time, tug-of-war with the mule.

The mule was so hungry on the road that it happily got a new name.

As Zhu Wuyao was struggling with the mule, laughter came from the side. She looked up and saw a young master sitting in a sedan chair lifting the curtain and looking in their direction.

There was no ill intent; they probably just found it funny.

But Zhu Wuyao harbored malice towards the entire world at this moment. She took a close look at the young master in the sedan chair and decided to use him as the model for a villain.

After finally settling down, Zhu Wuyao took the manuscript and went to a bookstore.

This world not only has storybooks, but also things similar to anthologies.

It contains no strange tales or interesting stories, nor any illustrations. Instead, it consists of serialized chapters of traditional Chinese storytelling, compiled and bound into this book.

Not many people buy this kind of collection of essays.

Many people dislike the feeling of waiting for a serialized story and prefer to buy a book and read it all at once.

Furthermore, the writers of serialized works often disappear halfway through, leaving readers unable to see the ending, which makes this collection format even more criticized.

There are not many bookstores that still sell collections of writings today.

There is one in Beixuan City.

Zhu Wuyao looked up and saw that the shop, named Mohen Bookstore, was decorated in a very grand style, suggesting that the person behind it was very wealthy.

She stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Sir, I'm here to submit my manuscript."

Although he was just a manager, since he was in charge of a place like a bookstore, he must have been well-versed in literature.

"I cannot accept such a formality, sir. Young lady, may I have a look at your manuscript?"

Zhu Wuyao readily accepted the good advice and took out those few sheets of paper.

Upon seeing the thickness of the stack of papers, the old gentleman opposite hesitated slightly: "You want..."

"Sir, I'm here to submit my work to the 'Canglang Anthology'."

Sure enough.

Manager Li stroked his beard, sighed, and took the stack of manuscripts. He had lost all trust in the writers who submitted these manuscripts.

To his surprise, he was so shocked when he saw the first line that he plucked out several hairs from his beard.

"this……!"

After my immortal roots were destroyed, I became the Immortal Venerable's chief disciple.

Manager Li stroked his beard even faster, but still couldn't resist slamming the manuscript on the table.

"How can such literary talent be worthy of being presented in a refined setting!"

Manager Li had initially felt a certain fondness for the young girl because of the way she addressed him as "Sir," but his heart sank when he heard she wanted to submit her writings to a collection. Now, seeing this...

Seeing this ridiculous thing!

Zhu Wuyao was drinking tea when the shopkeeper slammed his hand on the table, almost startling her so much that she dropped her cup. Luckily, she couldn't afford to pay for it now.

Upon hearing what the gentleman said, Zhu Wuyao smiled and nodded, saying:

"The old gentleman has a discerning eye. What I write is just a collection of stories, which is not worthy of being published in a high-brow publication. That's why I submitted it to the Canglang Anthology."

"you you……!"

Seeing the old man so excited, Zhu Wuyao realized that his words were ambiguous, so he quickly got up and helped Manager Li to sit down.

"Please don't get agitated. I'm not referring to the collections of writings in bookstores, but rather to the genre of storytelling, which is meant to be more accessible."

"No matter how popular it is, you can't waste ink like this!"

Manager Li's disappointed look left Zhu Wuyao feeling somewhat helpless. Just as she was about to say something, she heard the door being pushed open.

"Old Li, I'm here!"

Zhu Wuyao looked up and saw the person he had met at the city gate earlier that day.

Upon seeing this scene, the young master, who was holding a folding fan, immediately lost his dashing demeanor and hurriedly stepped forward.

Manager Li waved his hand to indicate that he was alright.

Then he pointed to the manuscript in front of him, glanced at Zhu Wuyao and said, "This is for submission to 'Canglang Anthology'. Take a look for yourself."

Zhu Wuyao touched his nose, feeling that the old man seemed to be complaining.

The young man introduced himself first, and Zhu Wuyao then learned that the young man named Gu Lang was the owner of Mohen Bookstore.

Zhu Wuyao felt even more guilty.

Thankfully, thankfully we didn't have time to write him as a villain, otherwise it would have been even more awkward.

Just as they finished introducing themselves, Gu Lang asked, "Where's your mule named Radish?"

"...I left it at the inn."

Gu Langruo nodded. He quite liked the mule; it was handsome and imposing. If it weren't for the mule, he wouldn't even remember the girl in front of him.

Thinking this, he casually picked up the manuscript from the cabinet.

He was also shocked when he saw the first line.

"After my spiritual root was destroyed... I became the Immortal Venerable's chief disciple? What a name, what a name! Hahaha!"

Gu Lang's words were more of a joke. This was the first time he had ever seen such a literary title in all these years. No wonder it could anger Old Master Li so much.

His usual literary titles are all extremely ornate, such as "The phoenix tree locks in the autumn of osmanthus" and "The night rain sadly sprinkles the sound of the seven strings"...

It's quite interesting that this manuscript has such a straightforward and unadorned title!

As I continued reading, I was surprised to find that the manuscript was surprisingly straightforward, without a single superfluous word.

In just a few lines, a carefree young man riding a horse and singing loudly is vividly portrayed. He is described as chivalrous, punishing evildoers, and saving an old beggar he has never met before, which makes people applaud.

But as soon as the page was turned, the writing style suddenly changed.

The young swordsman named Zhou Zhi in the book was actually driven out of his home, and then came the bad news that his parents were besieged and killed for betraying the family.

Yesterday's free-spirited knight-errant is today a homeless man, orphaned and widowed.

In particular, the uncles in the book have two faces. Not only did they seize all the family property, they also prevented Zhou Zhi from collecting his parents' remains.

It's outrageous.

Gu Lang gripped the manuscript tightly, frowned, and anxiously read on.

There must be a conspiracy involved!