He paid and got off the boat.
"Young Master, be careful. There might be a formation on the island. If you really want to visit, please tell us your purpose in advance to avoid being injured by the formation.”
The boatman reminded before he left.
Zhang Heng nodded to express his gratitude and walked to the island that belonged to the novelist.
According to the boatman, those who were not from the Hundred Schools would be isolated by the array if they set foot on the island.
If he tried to barge in, he would be attacked by the array.
"Eh? There doesn't seem to be any array formations on this island."
After taking a few steps forward, Zhang Heng didn't sense the presence of the array at all.
For example, when he circulated his Dharmic powers on the Yinyang School's island, he could clearly feel that an array formation had enveloped the island.
Could it be that the array had been in disrepair for a long time and had malfunctioned?
The more Zhang Heng thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. The novelist was already so miserable that he didn't even have a disciple. The family head hadn't even broken through to the Human Celestial Realm. Where would he find the manpower and financial resources to maintain the array?
One had to know that the existence of an array formation consumed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
There was a deep forest path on the island. Zhang Heng walked along the path until he reached the depths of the bamboo forest and saw a bamboo house.
"Um…Ah…"
Zhang Heng's ears twitched when he got closer. He had a strange expression on his face as he heard some strange noises.
F * ck, could there be someone doing something inside?
"Ahem…"
Zhang Heng coughed and secretly channeled his mana, sending his voice into the bamboo house.
" Family Head Liu, please don't remove novelists from the list of schools. I'm about to become a Human Immortal…"
The door of the bamboo house was pushed open, and a man in disheveled clothes stumbled out, looking flustered.
"No, you're not the head of the Liu family…F * ck, Zhang Heng!？”
"How did you get on the island? What about the array on the island? Oh, I forgot. The array has long failed, and I don't have the money to repair it…"
Zhang Heng was speechless as he sized up the person in front of him.
Her clothes were disheveled, her hair was dry and yellow, and she had not washed it for many days. Her face was pale, and it was obvious that she had been hollowed out by alcohol and sex.
Recalling the sound of rain coming from the bamboo house, Zhang Heng's impression of Liu Chuanfeng fell to rock bottom.
Zhang Heng's good impression of Liu Chuanfeng, who had once helped his original self out of kindness, was ruthlessly shattered, turning into a wretched man.
"Are you really the novelist?”
Zhang Heng asked, still holding onto a glimmer of hope. What if this guy wasn't the novelist's patriarch?
"It's me, it's me. I'm the novelist, Liu Chuanfeng!”
The man in front of her nodded repeatedly, and there was a hint of hope in his eyes." You…you've thought it through and want to join me as a novelist and become my disciple?”
He was so excited that his hands were trembling.
It's been five years. Do you know how I've lived these five years?
He didn't even manage to recruit a single disciple and was being looked down upon by the other families!
"I'm sorry, I'm lost. I'll leave immediately!”
Zhang Heng complained and turned around to leave without another word.
F * ck the novelist!
"Don't go, hey, don't go…"
Liu Chuanfeng followed behind Zhang Heng and rambled on.
"If you join my novelist, you'll be my lead disciple in the future!”
"All kinds of cultivation resources, as well as the privileges of the lead disciple, are all open to you!”
"I can even lend you my novel,'The Art of the Room!'”
Zhang Heng stopped in his tracks when he heard the last sentence. He turned around and stared straight into Liu Chuanfeng's eyes.
"What did you say you wrote?”
"The Art of the Room? Pornographic novels?"
"That's right!"
" I'm a novelist," Liu Chuanfeng said rather proudly." I can transform the characters in my novels, so I wrote a book called " The Art of the Room "…"
"Hehe, brother, you know…"
As he spoke, Liu Chuanfeng revealed a wretched smile that all men understood.
What the f * ck!
So, you were in the bamboo house just now, and you were doing that with a character from a erotic novel?？？
No wonder he looked like he had kidney deficiency!
No wonder the head of the scholarly faction removed you from the list of novelists!
It's a great humiliation to be ranked alongside a fellow like you as one of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy!
Bang!
Zhang Heng punched out!
Liu Chuanfeng clutched his stomach and curled up on the ground like a cooked shrimp.
"He's still a lousy fighter…"
Zhang Heng shook his head helplessly. He didn't even have the desire to complain anymore and turned to leave.
"Wait, wait…"
Liu Chuanfeng's sobbing voice came from behind him." If I can't recruit any more disciples, I'm going to be removed from the list as a novelist. Please help me!"”
Hiss--
Damn it, Liu Chuanfeng had helped him before. The popularity of " In the Snow " in Chang 'an City was also thanks to Liu Chuanfeng's publicity.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Heng turned around and looked straight into Liu Chuanfeng's eyes.
"If you want me to become a novelist, fine, but I have a few conditions!”
"Tell me, as long as you can join the novelist, any conditions are fine!”Liu Chuanfeng said firmly.
"First, I don't want to be the chief disciple. I want to be the novelist family head!”
" This…" Liu Chuanfeng hesitated.
"Have you ever seen a family head whose combat strength is lower than his disciples?”Zhang Heng glared at him.
Liu Chuanfeng lowered his head." Alright, you'll be the family head, and I'll be the disciple."”
"Secondly, you are not allowed to write any bullshit erotic novels in the future, and you are not allowed to transform into the characters in the books!”
"But…"
"No buts!"
"Alright then…"
"Then it's settled. From now on, I'll be the novelist's head!”
Zhang Heng extended his hand to Liu Chuanfeng.
"What? Oh, oh, oh, shake hands, right? Okay, okay…"
Liu Chuanfeng forced a smile and reached out his hand, but Zhang Heng slapped him away.
"Have you gone crazy from writing novels? Give me the novelist's cultivation method. Have you ever seen a family head who doesn't even know his own cultivation method?”
"I see…Here you go."
Liu Chuanfeng took out a jade slip." Just use your divine sense to probe the jade slip.”
Zhang Heng accepted the jade slip without hesitation." That's all then. I still have something to do. I'll take over as the novelist's head in three days.”
After saying that, Zhang Heng turned around and left without hesitation.
He was afraid that if he stayed any longer and saw Liu Chuanfeng's face, he would not want to be the head of this bullsh * t novelist anymore.
"The deadline is in three days. Don't forget!”
Liu Chuanfeng shouted.
Zhang Heng walked faster and faster.
Back in Chang 'an.
The sun was already setting.
"Cheng Aiqian will be fine, right? She should be fine…"
On the way back to the bookstore, Zhang Heng felt uneasy.
Thinking back to the first time he read about Bi Yao's death, he wanted to send Xiao Ding a blade…
I wonder if the readers of this era are as irritable as the online readers of the 21st century…
At the entrance of the bookstore.
Looking at the messy bookstore, Zhang Heng's expression was calm. He had already guessed this outcome.
Zhang Heng walked into the bookstore, his mind in a mess.
Where was Cheng Aiqian? Would he be killed by the readers?？？
Were the people of Chang 'an so fierce?？？
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