Chapter Two Hundred Thirty: Life is Already Tiring, Let’s Enjoy Some Brainless Fun Literature
The next day.
Tang Jia Qi Shao woke up very early today.
Last night, at midnight, he submitted the masterpiece he had polished carefully for a week to the Fusa Pavilion.
Was it because of the bet he made with Young Master Sang and Hua Jianglian?
This time, Tang Jia Qi Shao felt an overflow of inspiration; the work seemed to pour out effortlessly, as if guided by divine assistance.
Even after rereading it himself, he was still highly satisfied, even unable to put it down and reading it over and over.
He was full of confidence.
Forget about the two rookie writers.
Even among the hottest sell-out legends in the entire Fusa Pavilion, this work would absolutely be a major hit.
His grasp on the plot, character development, and world-building had reached the pinnacle of his ability.
Even if people often criticized his writing style as ordinary and straightforward.
But at the very least, there were old readers from his previous works.
With just this batch of old readers helping him climb the charts, his new work would definitely sell like hotcakes.
Thus, having risen early, he finished his wash with the help of the servants, changed into a refreshing outfit, and swaggered toward the Fusa Pavilion.
Along the way, he had already received several congratulatory messages from the assistants at the Fusa Pavilion.
“Sir! Your new work has broken your previous record in just a few hours!”
“This opening is even more powerful than your most popular work; it has already reached the bestseller list!”
“Hmph, look at you getting all excited,” Tang Jia Qi Shao enjoyed the flattery but pretended to scold with a stern face, “It’s just made the bestseller list; what’s there to boast about? It’ll make others think it’s my first time on the list.”
“Young people must maintain their composure; a mere bestseller list is child’s play.”
“Yes, yes, yes…” The assistant could only nod profusely.
Tang Jia Qi Shao suddenly remembered something and feigned indifference as he asked,
“Oh right, did that guy I made a bet with submit his work? Not too scared to submit, right?”
His tone was laced with a hint of mockery and sarcasm.
But the assistant suddenly had a strange expression and shyly said, “Well… Sir, indeed there is a rookie who submitted under the pen name Fusa…”
Oh? He really submitted? Tang Jia Qi Shao sneered, “Pass it to me; I want to read it.”
Soon, he received a work on his communication device.
“Tearing Through the Sky.”
What a silly name?
What does “Tear” even mean?
It lacks meaning and fails to pique interest. It would’ve been better called something like “Fighting Through the Heavens.”
Let’s see what this kid can write. With this mindset, Tang Jia Qi Shao started flipping through the work.
Chapter One: Thirty Years East and Thirty Years West, Don’t Look Down on the Young and Poor.
After a quick glance, Tang Jia Qi Shao smirked even more.
Ha.
The clichéd trope of a loser’s revival after being transported. Mediocre! Boring!
Chapter Two: A chance encounter with a mysterious ring, concealing a supreme being!?
Ha. Another cheat for the protagonist, clearly just recycling traditional routes; nothing to worry about!
Chapter Three.
Tearing Through the Supreme Being.
Tang Jia Qi Shao: “?”
Chapter Four: The Supreme Being’s Affection, Bestowing Unmatched Skills.
Chapter Five: The betrothed childhood friend, do you regret it now!?
Chapter Six: Tearing Through the Childhood Friend.
Tang Jia Qi Shao: “??”
Chapter Eight: Crisis! The Ancestor Emerges, Turns Out to be the Former Goddess?!
Chapter Nine: Tearing Through the Goddess.
Tang Jia Qi Shao: “???”
Chapter Ten: Overwhelmed by the Indignant Goddess, Captured and Imprisoned.
Chapter Eleven: Tearing Through the Beautiful Prison Guard.
Chapter Twelve: Escaping from Prison, Accidentally Entering the Royal Mansion.
Chapter Thirteen: Tearing Through the Beautiful Princess of the Royal Mansion.
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Chapter Fifty: A harem forms, ultimately angering the heavens, unable to withstand heavenly tribulation and dying.
Chapter Fifty-One: Tearing Through the Beautiful Ghost of the Underworld.
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Chapter Seventy-One: The Male Enemy of the Six Realms, Surrounded Until His Soul Is Shattered.
Chapter Seventy-Two: Reincarnated into Another World, Tearing Through a Gold-Haired Elf with Long Ears.
…
Seeing the unsightly plots inside, Tang Jia Qi Shao was so furious his face turned red, and he smashed the communication device to the ground.
This is just a low-grade erotic novel!
The protagonist does nothing but chase after beautiful women!?
How could anyone possibly read this drivel!?
“I’m so mad!”
Tang Jia Qi Shao fumed: “Let’s see who on earth would buy such a twisted piece of work!”
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However, when Tang Jia Qi Shao stood at the door of the Fusa Pavilion,
He found he couldn’t get in.
The big door of the Fusa Pavilion was already packed, with countless people queuing up to eagerly purchase a certain book.
Tang Jia Qi Shao silently stared at the large characters of “Tearing Through the Sky” at the top of the bestseller list, momentarily lost in confusion.
Wait.
Is there actually someone reading it?
Unwilling to accept his fate, he yanked a recent buyer over and interrogated:
“Why did you buy this book? Is it really that good?”
“It’s not good.”
“Then why did you buy it?”
“Because it’s interesting,” the reader blinked, “The protagonist is just bedding every beautiful woman he meets. Isn’t that thrilling?”
“I was satisfied; I want to take it home and watch the bed scenes with the golden-haired elf again—it’s so exhilarating.”
Tang Jia Qi Shao: “…”
After stopping several book buyers, he received the same answers each time.
Is this book good?
Not really. The protagonist is either with beautiful women or on his way to meet them—extremely boring.
Then why watch it?
Because it’s exhilarating.
Ultimately, a disheartened Tang Jia Qi Shao sat limply on the steps at the entrance of the Fusa Pavilion, his expression full of existential doubt.
Next to him sat a young cultivator who had just purchased “Tearing Through the Sky,” unable to wait to sit down and start reading it on the spot.
Tang Jia Qi Shao looked at him a few times and weakly asked, “Are you also reading it for the thrill?”
“Of course.”
“Does this kind of shallow thrill really touch you more than a profound world view, breathtaking plot, or the emotional depth of life and death?”
“Definitely not.”
The cultivator said casually while reading: “Before I started cultivating, I loved those kinds of stories.”
“But now that I’m cultivating, life is exceptionally tough; it’s either cultivating or fighting over resources, struggling for survival.
“The stories you mentioned are certainly good. But in reality, I’m already exhausted every day; I don’t want to live through that in novels too.”
“It’s better to read something relaxing and cheerful. How refreshing!”
Tang Jia Qi Shao finally despaired.
Muttering about the decline of society and the changing heart of people, he sat on the steps, wryly smiling.
The nearby cultivator, seeing him so forlorn, couldn’t help but console him: “Are you a traditional story writer? Don’t lose heart; good stories will always find an audience. Although I love these fun stories, I also occasionally enjoy some good traditional tales.”
“What’s your pen name? Let me read your work?”
“… Tang Jia Qi Shao.”
Cultivator: “?”
“Damn, I really took you for a tragic writer. Your stuff is worse than this brainless wish fulfillment novel.”
“Pfft, what garbage.” After saying this, he left with a flourish.
Leaving Tang Jia Qi Shao’s face changing expressions, ultimately spitting blood and fainting.
(Note: Just for fun, the views expressed do not represent the author’s views, and should not be taken seriously.)
