Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 242 The Core of the Demon Race

Zhu Wuyao sat there dumbfounded.

She felt her consciousness was somewhat turbulent, her mind was a little hazy, her intellect was slightly unclear, her intelligence was insulted, her aesthetic sense was questioned, and even her cultivation was beginning to become unstable...

and many more……

Is there something wrong?

The constant stream of praise was pushing Zhu Wuyao to his psychological limits.

"A sudden blizzard raged in the mountain god temple. The young lady Zhu, hiding behind the statue, stumbled upon a conspiracy that was exposed."

"The scene where that fierce man surnamed Lin killed someone in a fit of rage and then discovered Miss Zhu was truly terrifying to me!"

"It is clearly a heroic and ambitious event, but reading about it is like drinking a bowl of clear tea."

"It was as if the snowstorm that night was too heavy, covering up all the grudges and affections, leaving only endless sorrow and sighs..."

Cough... This is Lin Jiaotou, modified by Zhu Wuyao.

No, what I wrote is extremely absurd. It's obviously made up, and it has absolutely no writing style. To reach the word count, I wrote this story in a nonsensical and utterly boring way...

How can you stand to watch this?

Although time was too tight at the time, Zhu Wuyao still remembers how this plot was written—

"That night, I was so hungry that I fainted from hunger. When I opened my eyes again, I was woken up by someone. So, behind the idol, I heard about a conspiracy and witnessed a massacre."

"..."

"I was terrified, afraid that if I breathed too loudly, that big man with bloodshot eyes would notice me, but just then!"

"My stomach rumbled with hunger, a longing for food. I almost stopped breathing, and I could almost see the man with the knife slowly turning around in front of the idol, looking in my direction."

Even if it's readable, it doesn't necessarily mean it's well-written.

If it weren't for the need to revise the text, Zhu Wuyao wouldn't want to read "The Travels of the Zhu Family" a second time.

It's incredibly unsettling.

But now...

What did she hear?

They actually considered this chaotic plot to be heroic, elegant, and eloquent.

Just as Zhu Wuyao was questioning the meaning of life, she finally heard a different voice—

One scholar seemed to disagree; he shook his head and said:

"I have never liked these fighting and killing things, and this plot is nothing special to me, but the woman who buried flowers that Miss Zhu met by the stream must be the person in my dreams."

"Flowers drift away with the water; it's better to bury them in the soil for a cleaner life."

"To build a tomb for flowers, what elegance that is..."

"However, that frail-looking woman surnamed Lin actually managed to uproot a willow tree and chased Miss Zhu for three kilometers!"

"The outside world is so dangerous!"

Everyone felt a sense of shared experience and nodded in agreement.

Zhu Wuyao's expression was somewhat blank. "No, don't you guys think something's wrong?"

Don't you think it's outrageous and a mess?

What are you nodding about, what are you agreeing with?

Even if the myriad forms of sentient beings could assimilate the consciousness of everyone, it wouldn't be able to achieve this, would it?

This is utterly contrary to the natural order, illogical, and an insult to intelligence.

Zhu Wuyao could no longer sit still.

She got up, took a hood from her storage bag, put it on, and walked toward the group of intellectuals.

He slammed the wine jug down on the table with a loud thud.

"Hearing you all discussing travelogues, it seems you're quite interested. I've come uninvited, and I'll pour you a cup of wine. Would you mind giving me a seat so I can also soak up some of the fragrance of ink?"

The group was engrossed in their conversation and wished more people would come to listen to their eloquent discussion.

Seeing that Zhu Wuyao wanted to get involved, someone eager to make arrangements immediately said:

"Hahaha! There's no ink fragrance here, just drunken nonsense. We're discussing 'The Travels of Zhu' from Chaoxi Bookstore."

Zhu Wuyao nodded, discreetly took a book from his storage bag, pretending to take it from his sleeve, and said:

"So this is the book!"

"I saw that the Chaoxi Bookstore was bustling with customers, so I joined in the fun and bought a book."

"But I think... this book is incoherent, alarmist, and has a confusing cause and effect; it has no merit whatsoever!"

"For example, the woman surnamed Lin that you just mentioned, who was clearly sickly, suddenly pulled out a willow tree. This sudden turn of events is simply baffling!"

"You are all learned people, don't you think this book... is a bit chaotic and nonsensical, and the writing is so poor it's practically unheard of—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the scholar sitting at the same table:

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"I don't know what your works are, yet you dare to speak ill of the literary giant, Miss Zhu?"

"Ha! I thought you were a refined scholar who came with high spirits, but I didn't expect you to be someone who is jealous of others' knowledge and nitpicks!"

Zhu Wuyao was furious.

What are my works?

My work is in your hands!

Another young woman at the table was much calmer. She pulled aside her indignant friend who was criticizing Zhu Wuyao and said:

"It's not surprising that it looks sickly and suddenly grows a willow tree."

She smiled, shook her fan, and continued:

“My friend, is your vision too narrow? Little do you know that many people like to appear weak and sickly, but in reality they are incredibly strong and capable of moving mountains.”

No? Am I narrow-minded?

And where do all these incredibly strong people come from who like to... etc.!

Suddenly, the image of Zilong appeared before Zhu Wuyao's eyes.

That treacherous and cunning demon!

She suddenly realized what she had overlooked...

Although all beings in the universe are in human form, in the end, it is the consciousness of the demon race that is rising and falling.

Therefore, in people's subconscious, it seems that the seemingly weak but actually powerful is indeed a common occurrence!

Zhu Wuyao suddenly realized something.

This is the land of demons.

Can the cultural level of the demon race be the same as that of the human race?

Although these people's conversation was reasonable and they seemed quite cultured, this change might be due to the presence of someone as learned as myself, or the presence of other learned people.

Although he appears to have become more knowledgeable, he is still a demon at heart...

Therefore, the cultural level of the demon race is vastly different from that of the human race.

Zhu Wuyao coughed to cover up his embarrassment.

He immediately admitted his mistake, saying:

"Gentlemen, after careful consideration, I realize that I was indeed narrow-minded. Those were just crude words, please don't take offense."

"Besides this book, do you have any other good book recommendations?"

After Zhu Wuyao said those words, his popularity plummeted.

Even the wine on the table was ignored.

Hearing her apology, everyone's expressions softened.

But they've gathered here today to discuss "The Travels of the Zhu Family," they haven't had enough to talk about yet!

One of the scholars casually tossed a book to Zhu Wuyao.

What seemed to be a cherished possession had been reduced to rubble by "The Travels of Zhu," something to be discarded like worn-out shoes. Zhu Wuyao took the book, intending to carefully read the great work of the demon race.

When she turned to the first page, the people around her couldn't wait to join in praising "The Travels of Zhu Shi," as if they hadn't had enough to talk about yet.