Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

Room 602, Building 6, East Campus.

Lin Yuan was leaning back in his chair, scrolling through his phone, a lazy smile on his lips.

Zhou Zixuan was playing mobile games in bed, Qian Zhuangzhuang was watching anime on the top bunk, and Chen Mo was editing photos with headphones on. The noise level in the dormitory was probably the highest among all the male dormitories at Jinghua University.

The private message icon in the author's backend of Red Eggplant suddenly popped up in the lower right corner of the computer screen.

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow and casually clicked on it.

[Mr. Akina Mountain, you old scoundrel... puts seasoning packet in instant noodles but doesn't provide hot water... razor blades, cash on delivery.]

He read it word by word, paused for a moment, and then chuckled softly.

"Lin Yuan, what are you laughing at?" Zhou Zixuan asked without looking up. "What funny video did you see again?"

"It's nothing." Lin Yuan cleared his throat. "A cutie sent me a love letter."

"A love letter?" Zhou Zixuan immediately put down his phone. "Who is it?"

"A...very enthusiastic reader." Lin Yuan spun his chair to face the computer, cracking his knuckles as he interlaced his fingers. "So enthusiastic that I feel a little embarrassed not to update."

As he spoke, the smile on his lips gradually took on a different meaning.

It transformed from laziness into an arc tinged with a hint of mischief and cunning.

"Since you're so enthusiastic..." he murmured to himself, his fingertips landing on the keyboard, "then I'll add another chapter."

Red Eggplant Literature Network, Author Backend.

Lin Yuan didn't rush to start writing. Instead, he opened the author activity section, and the smile on his lips became even more pronounced.

He slowly typed out a line of text:

[Due to popular demand from fellow cultivators, I will be adding an extra chapter tonight. Please take note.]

Click Publish.

The comment section exploded just three seconds after the post was published.

[Fellow Immortal "Professional Head-Feeder": ??? What did you say, you old bastard? Extra chapter? Did the sun rise in the west?]

[Fellow Immortal "Biyao's Hehuan Bell": Old rascal, what's gotten into you today? Why are you being so kind? Have you lost your mind?]

[Fellow Immortal "Tonight's Tribulation": Holy crap! Extra chapter! All fellow immortals! Gather! Tribulation time is tonight at 9 PM!]

[Fellow Daoist "Survivor of Grass Temple Village": I'm panicking like crazy... my hands are shaking. Every time that old scoundrel speaks in this tone, it's always followed by knives, without exception.]

Lin Yuan glanced at the comments section, taking in the diverse reactions of his fellow cultivators, and laughed so hard his shoulders shook.

"That's the right thing to do," he muttered to himself. "When have I ever let you down?"

He opened the document, his gaze gradually shifting from playful to focused.

404 Dormitory.

Xie Wanyin was sulking while hugging a Pikachu plushie when a notification popped up on her phone screen from the Red Eggplant app.

[The author you follow, "Old Man of Akina Mountain," has posted a new update.]

She sat bolt upright, like a cat that'd caught the scent of canned food, her pupils dilating: "That old bastard posted an update!"

Su Zhiyuan paused, her fingertips pausing.

Gu Zhiwan's hand, which was applying nail polish, was suspended in mid-air.

Shen Qingci had just put on a new face mask when she was so startled she almost ripped it off. After calming down, she asked, "What did he say?"

"An extra chapter!" Xie Wanyin said, her voice cracking as she enunciated each word. "He said there will be an extra chapter tonight!"

The dormitory was silent for two seconds.

Then Xie Wanyin's signature scream erupted: "Aaaaaah—that old scoundrel has had a change of heart! Could it be that my scathing denunciation worked?"

"Perhaps," Gu Zhiwan calmly blew on her nails, "More likely, he's planning to release this big wave and then take a month-long hiatus."

Su Zhiyuan lowered her eyes, her voice indifferent: "He's not that kind."

"What do you mean?" Xie Wanyin turned her head.

"An extra chapter..." Su Zhiyuan paused, "often the calm before the storm."

Shen Qingci peeled off the face mask, looking completely bewildered: "You guys are making it sound like a spy movie, it's just adding a few more chapters to the novel, isn't it?"

"How many chapters of the novel?" Xie Wanyin looked at her as if she were an alien. "Qingci, you're still too young. Every chapter in that old rascal's writing is a precisely guided emotional missile."

"Then why are you still chasing after them?"

"Nonsense!" Xie Wanyin hugged the pillow even tighter. "Even after being hit by a missile, you still want to get up and keep reading. That's the charm of 'Zhu Xian'!"

Room 602, Building 6, East Campus.

Lin Yuan entered a state of complete flow.

The keyboard clattered loudly, like a sudden downpour. Zhou Zixuan finished a game of mobile game, stretched, and casually asked, "Brother Yuan, what are you typing so hard about?"

Lin Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids, his fingers flying across the keyboard: "Write your script, don't even think about peeking."

"Who cares?" Zhou Zixuan shrank back and continued playing the game.

Lin Yuan ignored him.

In his world, only the boy at the foot of Qingyun Mountain and the girl in green who risked her life for him remained.

From confusion to confession, from the invitation to elopement to the confrontation at Yuqing Palace, and finally—

Biyao blocked the sword from Zhuxian.

When Lin Yuan finished writing the last paragraph, his fingers hovered above the keyboard for a long time.

[Biyao, covered in blood, collapsed into his arms. The Hehuan Bell, now dim and drooping, its soul scattered, leaving only its body in a deep sleep.]

He closed his eyes and gently exhaled.

Memories of his past life flooded back. When he first read that passage, he froze on his bed for ten minutes, then texted his roommate at 3 a.m.: "Biyao is gone."

His roommate replied with a question mark and then blocked him.

Now, it is his turn to personally deliver this powerful message to readers around the world.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes, and that mischievous glint reappeared in them.

He turned on the scheduled posting function and set the time to 9 p.m. sharp.

Then he leaned back in his chair, stretched, and grinned like a fox that had just stolen some fish.

"Hehehe... Fellow immortals, are you ready to face this catastrophe?"