I am Jinshan Youxia

That's all for today's update. I have a few things to say.

I'm having trouble deciding on the ending. I originally planned to write a lot, and there are still some stories I wanted to write. I had already written the outline at the beginning, but because I messed up the earlier parts, I could only write some easier-to-write ideas. I originally planned to finish it last month, but I wanted to write some interesting ideas about Naruto, so I just kept writing.

To be honest, I feel a bit sorry for everyone. I should have finished this book sooner and started the next one. There are too many problems with this book, and I feel like I have to get them off my chest.

I've taken some time these past few days to design an outline for my next book. There are a lot of things I want to write about, and they're quite varied, but I haven't decided what to write yet.

I remember mentioning it once before, about some ideas, and then as we gradually refined them, a whole bunch of new ideas came up.

I'm currently hesitant about whether to go back to writing Naruto. I'm in my comfort zone, and I have some new and interesting ideas that I've been keeping in reserve. Whether it's the previous book or this short Naruto story, there are some interesting ideas that I haven't used yet.

But staying in my comfort zone makes me feel like I'm not making any progress and that I'm too dependent. I think about how everyone is supporting me with real money, and I need to write better and better.

However, this book was indeed poorly written, and I still feel very annoyed about it. The beginning of the first volume was okay, and it would have been fine if it had continued down the path of martial arts. But then I suddenly had the idea to add a lot of anime and games to the outline, and I even thought about writing about games. Many readers still prefer works with a single style, and a hodgepodge of different genres is not a good work.

To be honest, I've been writing fanfiction for many years, from Lu Zi to Dian Zi, then to Mao Ke, and back to Dian Zi. My original works all flopped, but I could usually make some money from fanfiction. My biggest problem now is that when I was a ghostwriter, I wrote purely enjoyable stories. Now, when I get to the climax or the part that should be enjoyable, I subconsciously go down an unusual path. This is a disgusting bad habit, and I'm trying to overcome and correct it.

Other books he writes have the same problem, but his everyday writing, which was criticized in the past, is now passable.

Actually, the readers who are still around now are probably quite tolerant of my random writing; most of them probably blocked me long ago.

The plot of this book is too scattered, and many chapters are not very engaging. Even some readers whom I sincerely thank have gradually given up on it, and I feel truly sorry for that.

They probably won't see my apology anyway.

I'm quite easily influenced. As I write, I get caught in a vicious cycle. The worse I write, the worse the readers' feedback, and the worse I write. Every time I start a new book, it's like a reset. I might write something interesting, but I often end up repeating the same mistakes.

So this book attempts to depict multiple worlds, but unfortunately, I made the progressive growth between the previous and current worlds, which should have been the most important aspect of multiple worlds, too weak and unclear. What was originally an interesting concept became boring in my hands.

I know that writing a book often requires me to make my own decisions, but I just can't help but ask for everyone's thoughts.

Obscure fanfiction.

Naruto fanfiction.

Original fantasy/xianxia (Chinese fantasy) story.

Original fantasy.

These are roughly the four paths I've been considering. The less popular fanfiction includes Saint Seiya, Yu Yu Hakusho, and Three-Eyed, while the more conventional fanfiction is more straightforward. The plot is currently designed, and it's basically based on the remaining outline from this book. I don't know how it will turn out. One of the cheat codes I find quite interesting is that pets from other worlds will suddenly appear around you, a true example of "using your dog's power to your advantage."

Naruto fanfiction typically starts at a lower level. One scenario involves a protagonist with advanced everyday skills who begins in the Land of Rain. They enter the Akatsuki from an ordinary person's perspective, not as an Akatsuki ninja or a member of Amegakure, but simply as an ordinary person. Their increased proficiency in everyday skills attracts the Akatsuki's attention, leading to their recruitment and becoming part of their support staff. The story begins after the Konoha Crush plan, with the protagonist becoming familiar with the Akatsuki members. Knowing their backstories and leveraging their powerful everyday skills, they become the Akatsuki's succubus, gaining everyone's trust and ultimately maintaining peace in a strange way. Two other scenarios start earlier: one in Amegakure after the Second Mizukage's death, and another in Kumogakure during the Third Shinobi World War. One protagonist's cheat ability is time stop (they themselves are frozen, but their thoughts are not), while the other possesses an innately powerful mind and invincible genjutsu, allowing them to hypnotize themselves and copy other things.

The reason I wrote this original Xianxia (fantasy/cultivation) story was because Xianxia was very popular last year, and I wanted to try writing one then. The title was "Cultivation Isn't About Fighting and Killing," also known as "Hybrid Cultivation" or "Lying Down and Cultivating." Nowadays, everyone is writing about cultivation in a futuristic society, where giant corporations control everything and all resources need to be fought for. I'm a classic rebel; I want to write about a society where, after reaching a high level of cultivation, resources are abundant, and everyone is cultivating. High-level immortals constantly explore other worlds, raising the system's upper limit, and society flourishes. The protagonist is an ordinary person in this cultivation society, but with exceptional talent. He progresses step by step, sometimes exploring other worlds as part of an expedition. The main point is that it's not about fighting and killing, calling for immortals' support at the slightest disagreement, or shamelessly clinging to their coattails. I feel like if I write it now, it'll flop.

The original fantasy story is the one I conceived of a long time ago, "The XP I Gained Wasn't Experience." It's set in a future magical society where different societies and organizations divide up numerous worlds, and parallel Earths are forcibly demolished. Simply put, the protagonist, a transmigrator, finds himself in a parallel world where Earth has been demolished and turned into resources for some organization. He regains memories of his past life and discovers that killing enemies grants him XP, which can improve his skills and basic stats. However, he soon discovers that this XP is a fetish. The story begins after the protagonist has lived for twenty years in this future magical society as one of billions of demolished residents, where he encounters another girl who has developed a spell that can anthropomorphize any creature, thus unfolding the story.

These are all my thoughts. There might be no update tomorrow because I still haven't figured out how to write the ending. I'll think about it some more tomorrow.

Chapter 521 We Unite

"Uncle Zhang, you're being too polite."

Xiao Feng's first reaction was that something was wrong.

Although Zhang Chengyi hasn't used them for amusement in a long time and has been doing things to save others, in essence, it's all a mess that Zhang Chengyi himself created, and he's just doing good deeds.

What if their old illnesses relapse and they want to make fun of them?

However, thinking about this, Xiao Feng felt somewhat discouraged. They lived in someone else's world, and even if they wanted to rebel, they didn't know where to begin.

As a mature emperor and a grandmaster who ranks among the top five martial artists in the world (or, according to the martial arts community, a martial saint), he was already able to control his thoughts and feelings very well. The feeling in his heart flashed by, and he said solemnly, "If you have any instructions, please give them to me, Master Zhang."

Despite the long list of thoughts that precedes it, the entire process actually happens simultaneously for a martial saint, with no delay between the two sentences.

As Tianlong Martial Arts has developed to this point, the body is no different from a toy in the eyes of a grandmaster. They can be assembled and modified however they want. The vast majority of grandmasters and above will modify their brains to gain stronger thinking abilities. These thinking abilities are much stronger than supercomputers in many worlds, after all, they are accelerated by true qi.

“No.” Zhang Chengyi, unusually appearing in his Tianlong World form, said solemnly, “I do want your help, but…”

“Saving the world will kill people. I know it will be hard for you to refuse me, or even dare not refuse me, but I still have to plead with you.”

"This is my stance: if you help me, I'm willing to give you a piece of the world."

He knew very well that people from other worlds might refuse his request, but the people from the worlds of Tianlong, Inuyasha, and A Chinese Ghost Story, who were already in the White Dumpling World, could not refuse it.

How can the people inside the world reject the creator god?

This isn't about being a threat, but rather that the mere existence of someone of such a high status is a threat. Their moods can often determine the survival of an entire world. Even if they themselves know that they have passed the stage of wanton and reckless behavior, others still cannot communicate with them in a normal way.

This is why those exiles would rather give up everything to escape.

Perhaps they were unwilling to live a life of subservience, perhaps they couldn't bear the constant threat of disaster, or perhaps they loathed the modifier itself. In any case, they couldn't accept that there was an omnipotent strongest person standing above them, yet they were extremely emotional and constantly seeking amusement.

No one can predict when this powerful, personified being will run into trouble, whether it transforms into a tyrannical ruler, a brutal dictator, a terrifying entertainer who sacrifices everything for amusement, or some other kind of ruler; they have no way to stop it.

The strongest and the infinite mean being without desires, but it also means there is no way to go any higher. Many powerful people know exactly what human personality is like. They have even observed the progress of more than one human civilization until its destruction. Personification, apart from being able to communicate, is definitely not a good thing over a long period of time.

Divinity is the most stable state.

Zhang Chengyi cannot guarantee the future, nor does he know what he will become over the endless years, but he is indeed different now than he was in the past.

As a human being, he possesses empathy and, having witnessed too much suffering, he will make certain changes to himself.

"..."

Xiao Feng remained silent for a long time. Perhaps sensing the sincerity of this creator god, he chose to be honest and said, "Uncle Zhang, no matter what you give us or not, we can only help you."

He was a frank man more than a hundred years ago, and he remained a frank man even after being emperor for more than a hundred years. He felt that being emperor was not enjoyable, but he never abandoned the cause, just as he managed to run the Beggars' Sect very well even though he thought drinking with the common people was more enjoyable.

"Ah."

Looking at Xiao Feng's weary face, Zhang Chengyi realized that Xiao Feng's ability to remain firmly in the emperor's position amidst the rapid development of martial arts, the intersection of multiple worlds, and the increasing atomization of civilization was all due to his existence. To put it bluntly, these Tianlong martial artists needed someone to handle the communication with the 'gods,' and this person was essentially a sacrificial offering on the altar.

It was just that Xiao Feng voluntarily stepped forward to take on this responsibility.

Putting aside the laughter and scathing remarks, some of the remaining words and events are far too heavy.

He remained silent for a long time, long past the stage of making excuses for his reckless time, and calmly said, "Thank you for your hard work, Lao Xiao."

Xiao Feng smiled calmly, "Then I'll go make preparations. Contact me anytime when we're ready to act."

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"Yes, Uncle Zhang."

Su Xinghe smiled and replied.

He had waited a very long time for these words, and finally they could help Grandpa Zhang in some way.

"Yes, sir."

Nie Xiaoqian blinked, smiled charmingly, and had already completed a synchronized exchange with the other female ghosts in an instant.

They didn't care much about the rights and wrongs of the past; they only hoped to walk together with the master in the future.

Inuyasha held the back of his head with both hands, a reluctant expression on his face: "I really can't do anything with you..." As he spoke, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

He couldn't be bothered to dwell on the unintentional mistake that led to the world's destruction; after all, his life was wonderful right now, wasn't it?

A faint smile appeared on Kikyo's cool face: "Lady Rat God, I think we should be able to do something for you."

Taking too much and giving too little is not a good thing for civilization.

“Okay!” Super Saiyan Goku replied with a bright smile.

If we're going to do good deeds, how can we do without him?

Deadpool Wade grinned and leaned closer, saying in an exaggerated tone and expression, "Why are you being so polite with me? Do you have your eye on my pink chrysanthemum? Waaah!"

Bisexuals who are never serious are very focused on relationships.

"Save the world?" Zheng Zha was somewhat taken aback. "Us?" he asked, then laughed. "Whatever it is, count me in."

Whether it's murder, arson, committing crimes, doing good deeds, or saving the world, whatever he wants, as long as the god who brought the little girl back and gave him new meaning to his life points to him, that's where his long sword will be.

WarGreymon's deep, magnetic voice echoed through the empty ark: "Of course, no problem, we're partners!"

"Received...instructions..." The somewhat incomplete skull beast replied with a rustling sound, while the advanced mechanical beast stood silently to the side.

as always.

……

Not everyone or every organization accepted Zhang Chengyi's plea and invitation, but the fact that someone was willing to help him was already incredibly valuable.

He gazed at these distinctive individuals who had given him so many memories, and a smile slowly spread across his silent face:

"Great, let's unite..."

"Go and save the world!"

Okay, I failed.

I haven't written it yet; every time I try to write the ending, it's a difficult process.

By the way, I've been getting a little carried away by the gossip surrounding Ding Niang lately...

Chapter 522 The First Day After the Heavenly Dao Landed

"call!"

The man suddenly woke up, looking around at his unfamiliar surroundings in a daze.

An empty room? No, this place looks like a temple from a game's cinematic; all you see outside is deep darkness.

"Am I...dead?"

His memory only goes back to when he was exhausted and hungry after finishing get off work in the early hours of the morning. As he staggered across the street, he saw a speeding car trying to rush through the traffic light at the last minute. The car's headlights were very bright. Finally, he saw a hazy crescent moon in the sky. Apart from being numb with extreme exhaustion, he felt no pain.

"[Lord Rat God?]" A pleasant female voice echoed in my mind.

The man jumped up in surprise.

"Thump! Crack!" He was so startled that his body shot straight up to the ceiling, which was more than ten meters high, and he flew out of the 'temple'.

How is this going?

He stood on the flat roof of the temple, still shaken, gazing at the vast, boundless land in the distance, a few vague thoughts surfacing in his mind.

"Cuizi."

"I'm here," the woman's voice replied, sounding somewhat excited.