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

Nine o'clock in the evening.

After taking a shower, Su Zhiyuan leaned against the headboard, just like last night.

Only a small nightlight was on in the room, and the warm yellow light fell on her cool and aloof features, which softened the sense of distance between them.

She picked up her phone and opened the Red Eggplant Literature website.

On the bookshelf, "Zhu Xian" still lies there quietly.

Latest chapter: Chapter Seven.

Su Zhiyuan stared at the line of text for a moment, her fingertip pausing lightly on the screen.

No updates.

It broke down in that spot last night, but it's still as stable as a rock today.

Her gaze fell on the author's name.

Old scoundrel of Mount Akina.

Su Zhiyuan remained silent for two seconds, then turned off the screen expressionlessly.

well.

I made a note of it yesterday.

I'll jot this down again today.

At the same time.

In the next room.

Lin Yuan sat in front of the computer and yawned.

Today was a very fulfilling day.

Sleep in the morning, get your driver's license in the afternoon, and crash a dinner party in the evening.

Now it's finally his turn to do something serious.

He opened the backend of the Red Eggplant Literature Network, ready to take a look at the data of "Zhu Xian".

As soon as the page refreshed, Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow.

Wow.

The price has risen quite sharply.

After a day of buzz, "Zhu Xian" has already broken into the top ten of the Xianxia (fantasy/martial arts) new book chart.

The number of people following the updates, the number of favorites, and the number of online readers are all soaring.

In particular, the online reading curve rose steadily from the morning onwards, and by evening it had become as steep as a rocket launch pad.

Among the new books released at the same time, many works are still relying on their titles and synopses to grab the first wave of clicks.

The positive word-of-mouth surrounding the first seven chapters of "Zhu Xian" has significantly increased the readership curve.

The data is rising more irrationally than anything else.

Lin Yuan stroked his chin.

"It seems that readers in this world are also quite sensitive to emotional outbursts."

He opened the comments section.

The next second, a wave of resentment washed over us.

"Old scoundrel of Mount Akina, update quickly!"

"You scoundrel, where did you go?"

"Did the author abandon the story? Only seven chapters left?"

"I just started to smell it, and you stopped? How rude of you!"

Lin Yuan's lips curled up slightly as he watched.

The readers' emotions remained stable.

I want to beat him steadily.

This is good.

This shows that the book is appealing.

Lin Yuan closed the comments section and opened his writing software.

As a qualified author, when faced with readers urging you to update, you shouldn't be afraid.

Instead, it makes them feel even worse.

He flexed his fingers and began typing.

The sound of keyboards soon filled the room.

Chapter 8.

Chapter Nine.

Chapter Ten.

The plot unfolds little by little.

The daily life on Dazhu Peak slowly unfolds, with Tian Buyi's awkwardness and protectiveness, Su Ru's gentleness, and the senior brothers' playful banter. Zhang Xiaofan is caught in the middle, growing up clumsily and silently.

He wrote about Zhang Xiaofan's unknown arduous cultivation, about how he was ignored time and time again, yet he still diligently did what he was doing.

The emotions of a teenager are as immature as an unripe fruit, hidden deep within, yet always revealing a trace in some detail.

It also describes the potential conflict between Buddhism and Taoism, like a fine thorn buried beneath the calm of daily life.

Readers thought this was about cultivating immortality.

In fact, Lin Yuan knew.

This was the last bit of kindness that fate bestowed upon the boy before he descended the mountain.

As the story progresses, the chapter on the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament finally unfolds.

Disciples from all peaks gathered at Tongtian Peak.

Changmen, Longshou Peak, Fenghui Peak, Xiaozhu Peak, and Dazhu Peak.

The most outstanding talents from each peak made their appearance one after another.

Youthful spirit, sword flashes like snow.

The aura of the entire Qingyun Sect gradually expanded, like a real immortal sect slowly revealing its outline above a sea of ​​clouds.

Lin Yuan wrote more and more smoothly.

The text describes Zhang Xiaofan standing among a group of geniuses, appearing particularly inconspicuous.

The text describes how everyone is waiting for the real start of this competition among the younger generation of the Qingyun Sect.

As the contest was about to begin, the atmosphere became tense.

then.

Lin Yuan stopped.

He looked at the last line of text on the screen and gave a very wicked smile.

"That's fine."

"It would be impolite to write that again."

The readers are now in a predicament.

The Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament is about to begin.

The geniuses from all the peaks have already stepped forward.

The atmosphere has been built up to this point.

At this point, ending the chapter will have the best effect.

It's like the ring bell has just rung and the audience has just started shouting when the referee suddenly announces: "Today's match is over."

If the readers aren't upset, who is?

Lin Yuan stretched and glanced at the time.

Midnight.

just.

He uploaded all of Chapters 8 through 17.

After successfully publishing, I also left an author comment.

[Staying up late is out of the question; getting enough sleep is the right way to maintain health. Fellow cultivators, I'm going to sleep now. You can continue reading as you please.]

After sending it, Lin Yuan nodded in satisfaction.

This sentence conveys a sense of health from every word.

And it's immoral.

He turned off the computer and got up to wash up.

As for whether readers will be emotionally affected after reading it?

That's not something he, as a health and wellness author, should worry about.

After all, staying up late is bad for your health.

It hurts the readers.

Almost at the same time as the chapter was released.

Countless readers who were waiting in front of the bookshelves had their phone screens pop up with notifications.

Your subscription to "Zhu Xian" has been updated.

At that moment, countless people sat up in bed.

Someone had just closed their eyes, and then instantly opened them again.

Someone just turned off the light, and immediately turned it back on.

Some people say they'll "read the last chapter," but their actions betray them by clicking on Chapter Eight.

Then, they were instantly pulled into the world of Qingyun.

The lively atmosphere of Dazhu Peak, the clumsy persistence of the young man, the undercurrents hidden beneath the calm daily life, and the upcoming Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament keep readers turning the pages one chapter after another.

When they finally caught up to the latest chapter, they eagerly awaited the start of the battle.

Gone.

The bottom of the page is completely empty.

Only the author's bedtime message, like a blunt knife, precisely pierced the hearts of all readers.

[Staying up late is out of the question; getting enough sleep is the right way to maintain health. Fellow cultivators, I'm going to sleep now. You can continue reading as you please.]

The comment section exploded immediately.

"You old fool! What are you sleeping for! How can you sleep at your age?"

"I was just getting all fired up, and you're telling me you need to focus on health?"

"You old bastard from Mount Akina, come out here! I challenge you to an offline Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament!"

"Fellow cultivators, please be patient. I'm already sharpening my sword. Once I've crossed the internet and forced that old scoundrel to sit in front of the keyboard and start updating like crazy."

Within just over ten minutes, the comment section was completely flooded with comments.

The book fans who stayed up late to read the latest chapters collectively broke down.