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

Chen Yu, 27 years old.

A seasoned working professional.

Their daily life is very regular.

Working like a beast of burden, then like a salted fish after get off work, only to become a fleeting human being once the salary arrives.

At 10 p.m. that night, he finished washing up and collapsed on the bed. He originally just wanted to casually browse the online novel rankings and give his brain, which had been ravaged by work, some end-of-life care.

Then, he came across "Zhu Xian".

Chen Yu was still very calm when he clicked in.

He even set rules for himself in advance.

Two chapters.

I'll only read two chapters.

I'll go to sleep after watching it.

An adult's self-control should be demonstrated in this way.

Ten minutes later.

He finished reading the first chapter and remained silent for a moment.

Row.

Let's read another chapter.

After finishing the second chapter, he fell silent again.

Having read this chapter, it would seem unfair not to continue with the third chapter.

By the time he realized it, the chapter progress on his phone screen had already scrolled all the way to chapter seven.

Chen Yu was originally lying on his side watching.

Later, she lay flat on her back.

Later, it turned into sitting up.

Finally, he simply leaned against the headboard, his expression so serious it looked like he was considering whether he could resign the next day.

After reading seven chapters, he stared at the screen, his mind filled with only one thought:

Whose bedtime reading material is this deadly?

He glanced at the time.

It's almost midnight.

Chen Yu's heart skipped a beat.

broken.

The promised two chapters before bedtime, how come they've all disappeared?

He was about to turn off his phone, desperately trying to salvage his precarious sleep.

The next second, a notification popped up on the screen.

Your subscription to "Zhu Xian" has been updated.

Chen Yu stared at the line of text and fell silent.

Reason told him it was time to sleep.

I have to go to work tomorrow.

The boss won't grant him paid leave to "cultivate immortality" just because he reads "Zhu Xian" until the early hours of the morning.

But the fingers clearly didn't think that way.

It has already been entered for Chen Yu.

"Just one chapter."

Chen Yu comforted himself in a low voice.

"I'll go to sleep after one chapter."

After reading one chapter, he clicked on the next one.

Next chapter.

When Chen Yu ran into Little Grey, he smiled.

The monkey arrived just in time, like a ten-minute break during a dull cultivation class.

But after the strange incident in the secluded valley, he could no longer laugh.

Buddhism and Taoism clash, black sticks, strange beads—Zhang Xiaofan has only just begun his studies, yet troubles are already lining up to claim him as their master.

Seeing him reunite with Lin Jingyu again, Chen Yu became even more silent.

One genius has taken flight, while the other is still diligently cultivating on Dazhu Peak.

This isn't cultivation, it's clearly a class reunion.

Seeing the ambiguous relationship between Qi Hao and Tian Ling'er, Chen Yu felt a tightness in his chest.

He remembered the girl he liked in high school.

Back then, if she smiled at someone else, he could feel terrible for a whole day.

Now she's a mother of two, and he's matured too.

The discomfort will last at most three seconds.

After all, mortgages don't allow for deep emotions.

Upon seeing the Seven Veins Martial Arts Tournament General Qi Shi, his spirits lifted.

coming.

finally come.

The most outstanding talents from all the peaks gathered at Tongtian Peak.

Sword light, arena, youth, passion.

Chen Yu became more and more excited as he watched, and his sleepiness was completely pushed away.

He had even begun to anticipate how Zhang Xiaofan would make his entrance, how he would be looked down upon, and how he would achieve instant fame.

then.

End of chapter.

There is no next chapter.

Chen Yu stared at the screen, his finger unconsciously swiping up twice.

Gone.

It's really gone.

He refused to believe it and went back out to refresh the page.

It's gone.

The author's comment was prominently displayed there.

[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.]

Chen Yu: "..."

It's 1:30 a.m.

An adult, silently breaking down in bed.

You kept me up until 1:30.

Then you say you want to sleep for health?

Is this reasonable?

Is there no law left?

Did this author's conscience get wiped out along with the entire Caomiao Village?

Chen Yu rushed into the comments section at lightning speed.

My fingers are typing away rapidly.

"That old bastard from Mount Akina, get to work! Hurry up and update like crazy!"

I'm still not satisfied after posting this.

He added another point.

"What are you sleeping for? I haven't slept at all for work tomorrow, what right do you have to sleep?"

In the comments section, a long line of people, just like him, have broken down in their emotions.

We were complete strangers.

But at this moment, because of the same dog, they became half-brothers.

Early the next morning.

Chen Yu walked into the company with two black eyes.

He looked as if a demon had drained all his yang energy.

His hair was messy yet layered, his eyes were empty yet full of stories, and his gait was as if he had just climbed down from Qingyun Mountain.

Liu Yang, who was working at the next workstation, was passing by with a thermos when he saw him like this and stopped in his tracks.

"Hey, Brother Chen, what's wrong with you?"

Liu Yang looked him up and down.

"Did you play games all night last night?"

Chen Yu sat down at his workstation, his movements as slow as if the computer had failed to load.

"I didn't play games."

"What's wrong with your dark circles?"

Chen Yu listlessly pulled out his phone and showed him the bookshelf page.

"I stayed up late reading novels."

Liu Yang was taken aback: "A novel?"

He glanced down at the book title.

"The Legend of Chusen?"

"Never heard of it."

Chen Yu rubbed his sore eyes, and his tone suddenly became serious.

"New book, just featured yesterday."

"Just search it up yourself, you'll understand after reading a couple of chapters."

Liu Yang also reads online novels, but he prefers urban fantasy novels.

He wasn't particularly interested in fantasy/martial arts stories.

Back at his workstation, he took out his phone with some skepticism, opened the Red Eggplant Literature website, and searched for "Zhu Xian".

I originally just planned to take a quick look while slacking off.

As he watched, he sat up straight.

He looked at it for a while longer, and then he forgot to screw the lid on his thermos.

When the tragedy in Caomiao Village suddenly occurred, the perfunctory expression on Liu Yang's face completely disappeared.

He stared at his phone screen, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

No keyboard input.

The form was not filled out.

He didn't reply to the messages his boss sent in the group chat.

It felt like I was pulled into the book "Zhu Xian" by the author.

Chen Yu glanced at his expression but remained silent.

A faint smile subtly appeared at the corner of her lips.

He understands.

I understand perfectly.

Last night, I went from "just browsing" to "I must see it all today."

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

But when following the updates of the short-lived dog, it's okay.

It was close to lunch break.

Liu Yang suddenly looked up.

"Brother Chen."

Chen Yu slowly took a sip of water: "Hmm?"

Liu Yang's expression was complicated.

"What happens next?"

Chen Yu paused for a moment.

Then he gave a knowing smile.

"That's all."

Liu Yang: "?"

Chen Yu added, "It ended when we saw the Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament was about to start."

Liu Yang: "..."

He glanced down at his phone, then at Chen Yu.

Where is the author?

Chen Yu remained expressionless.

"Going to sleep and take care of my health."

Liu Yang took a slow breath.

At that moment, he finally understood Chen Yu's dark circles.

I also understand why those people in the comments section were so resentful.

This is hardly the work of an author.

This is a fragmented spirit in human skin.