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In any case, to break through from the ninth realm to the eighth realm using only a single martial art requires the slow and steady honing of time.
Although he had given himself and Yue Lan the title of "Martial Arts Advancement (Low Grade)," it still wouldn't be that fast. Qiu Ying glanced at them, somewhat puzzled: "Heart-Piercing Dragon Claw Hand?"
"This is a secret treasure that my senior brother painstakingly unearthed from the sect's library," Xia Yuelan said with a grin. "We practiced for a long time yesterday. Sister Qiu Ying, would you like to try it? I'm really good at it now."
She bared her teeth and brandished her claws at Qiu Ying, saying, "Watch my Heart-Piercing Dragon Claw Hand!" Suddenly, she grabbed.
Qiu Ying didn't move an inch.
Fu Hai, who was sitting to the side drinking tea, was uncontrollably pulled over, and the tea in his hand was spilled.
"?" Xia Yuelan touched Shi Ke's chest. "I was clearly going to grab Sister Qiu Ying." Fu Hai also watched as she reached for Sister Qiu Ying.
Unexpectedly, Sister Qiu Ying didn't move; she managed to "make up" for it herself.
Is it because Sister Qiu Ying's strength is too high, and there's no reason why a fourth-realm martial arts expert like her could be "successfully" breast-grabbed by Yue Lan, who is only at the ninth realm? Or is this technique really only effective for "opposites attract"?
At the same time, Qiu Ying also showed a slight look of confusion.
Even with her strength, she couldn't see through some of the changes in Xia Yuelan's "Heart-Piercing Dragon Claw Hand," despite her weak internal energy and the relatively simple nature of the move.
But there were some mysterious aspects to it that even she couldn't understand. Furthermore, was this truly a "heart-pulling" act?
She watched as Xia Yuelan's five fingers, like dragon claws, "covered" the master's chest. This final force was devoid of ferocity or strength, utterly insufficient to tear out his heart. Instead, it was a mixture of rubbing, kneading, covering, and grabbing.
"Senior brother," Xia Yuelan said unwillingly, "why don't you give it a try? See if you can catch Sister Qiu Ying?"
Fu Hai glanced at Qiu Ying's modest chest and found himself feeling aroused.
He was also eager to know whether they could catch it. Logically, it shouldn't be possible.
A ninth-realm expert using eighth-grade martial arts to capture a fourth-realm master is doomed to fail, isn't it?
But for some reason, he felt that if he were to take charge, it would actually work!
Furthermore, considering the 10086 points of goodwill Qiu Ying had gained earlier, he felt that even if he were to actually grab her, she probably wouldn't be very angry. Qiu Ying remained expressionless: "Don't be ridiculous!"
She turned away, her heart wavering. She found herself somewhat insecure.
She had a strange feeling that if the owner were to make that grab, even with all her skills, she might not be able to avoid it. This just didn't make sense!
But as a fourth-level expert, she actually had this strange premonition. This "Heart-Piercing Dragon Claw Hand" is a bit eerie!
Fu Hai ultimately didn't dare try his "Dragon Claw Hand for Grabbing Breasts" on Qiu Ying. What if he missed? What if he did manage to grab her?
Even though you have over 10,000 points of goodwill, the other party is capable of wiping out your entire family. It's best not to court death!
He sat at the octagonal table near the counter, holding the manuscript. His fingers tapped on the surface, hesitant.
"Senior brother, are you really planning to take it to the bookstore?"
Xia Yuelan plopped down opposite him, placed her hands on the table, and kicked her legs.
She blurted out, "Sister Qiu Ying! Tell me, doesn't reading my senior brother's book really make you want to punch someone?"
Qiu Ying stroked her breasts, which rose and fell, and she breathed heavily. Fu Hai didn't need to look at the panel to know that her resentment level was increasing again.
In fact, every author is very confident about their new book when it is first published.
Fu Hai always believed that he had a solid foundation in writing. Besides, he was also a time traveler.
Although I died young in my previous life, I still read a lot of anime and online novels. With all that knowledge ahead of its time, I should be quite knowledgeable.
However, both Yue Lan and Sister Qiu Ying reacted the same way after reading it, which made him lose confidence.
"It's not impossible!" Qiu Ying poured Xia Yuelan a cup of tea and then filled the empty cup in front of the host. Fu Hai perked up: "Sister Qiu Ying, do you think there's a chance?"
“No chance, no chance!” Fu Yuelan waved her hand. “Nobody reads this kind of book.”
Qiu Ying said, "Although it's infuriating to watch, there's no denying that once you start, you can't stop. Before you know it, you've finished watching it all in one night."
Xia Yuelan gripped the edge of the table with both hands, leaned back gracefully, and stretched out her legs, almost touching the legs of her senior brother opposite her.
She looked at the ceiling and said, "That's true. Although I get angrier the more I read, I just can't stop." Fu Hai was delighted, thinking that this book might actually be worth reading.
"More importantly," Qiu Ying also sat to the side, her expression serene, her gaze indifferent, yet tinged with a hint of melancholy.
"Anyway, we've both been angry for most of the night, so why don't we let the owner take it to the bookstore? Maybe if it's printed out, it'll annoy others too." Xia Yuelan stood there, frozen in place, as if under a spell, completely still.
Suddenly, her delicate body leaned forward, her full breasts spreading across the table, and she slammed her hands down on the table with force:
"Senior brother, your new book is excellent. Please be sure to take it to the bookstore for printing and distribution." At the same time, the "Ultimate Demonic Chaos System" popped up with a new mission...
Chapter 12 Is My Novel a Cult Classic?
【Ding】
[Detected that the host has completed the conversion to a heretical scripture containing extraterrestrial spiritual attacks, and that the test has been successfully completed by the Right Protector and the Demon Cave assassin Qiu Hanlian, inflicting psychological trauma on both of them.]
[Task issued: Spread "cult" and pollute humanity.]
[Task Rewards: 20 points are awarded for causing mental trauma to any person outside the Heavenly Evil Sect. 100 points are awarded for causing mental trauma to 100 people. 1000 points are awarded for causing mental trauma to 1000 people. 1000 points are awarded for causing mental trauma to 1000 people.]
[Once the cult causes psychological trauma to 10000 people, the host will be given a unique special card and will receive 10000 points.]
Fu Hai stared at the system task that popped up, veins bulging on his forehead. What kind of garbage system is this? It actually says my novel is a cult classic! Cult my ass!
Even a righteous person who adheres to the Five Stresses and Four Beauties felt like cursing at this moment.
Regardless, he put a lot of effort into writing this book, and he feels quite good about it.
To actually say that my hard work is a heretical text that inflicts mental attacks on others and pollutes the world? Fu Hai couldn't tolerate it!
He grabbed the manuscript and strode out.
Xia Yuelan rested her breasts and hands on the table, her legs stretched out under the table, parallel to her hands. "Senior brother, where are you going?" She turned to look at her senior brother who was storming out the door.
Fu Hai walked in the morning sunlight, holding the manuscript behind him and saying, "I'm going to Baoshuzhai! I refuse to believe that there's no one in this world who can appreciate its value."
It's so well written! In Anjun County, at Baoshuzhai!
The owner of Baoshuzhai styled himself Langyuelouzhu and was known as Lady Langyue.
At this moment, Lady Langyue was lounging lazily in the pavilion, flipping through the pages of the manuscript beside her.
Baoshuzhai printed and published various popular novels, and many scholars also came to submit their manuscripts.
Unfortunately, writing novels is not an easy task. Among the various schools of thought during the Hundred Schools of Thought period, novelists were also included. Many people look down on them, thinking that if one can write poetry and prose, how could writing novels be any more difficult?
However, the truth is that while every scholar can write some poetry and prose, very few are truly skilled at it. The same applies to novelists.
Everyone thinks their writing is full of brilliant sentences and extremely wonderful.
However, in reality, they were all all talk and no action, and the manuscripts they submitted were bland and uninteresting.
"Madam!" A maidservant entered from outside the door. "Young Master Fu Hai from Dragon Claw Inn has come to visit. He says he has completed the manuscript he agreed on with you last time and has come to submit it."
"Oh?"
Lady Langyue put down the manuscript of her new book, which was full of plagiarized phrases and sentences but made readers drowsy, and showed some interest.
"Last time, this young master Fu came to inquire about submitting his manuscript for printing. I chatted with him for a while. Although he is not very old, his ideas about novels are quite original."
"Novels are different from reality after all. This is the first time I've heard of his fictional world and his new martial arts style. Since he has already completed the manuscript, we can take a look. If it really has something new, even if the writing is a bit weak, we can still print it out and try it out."
With the help of the maid, she put on a black robe embroidered with peach blossoms and tied a wide sash with red trim. She left the Langyue Study, passed through a garden teeming with butterflies, and arrived at the main hall.
Upon entering the main hall, Madam Langyue immediately saw the young man sitting upright at the round table made of rosewood.
The young man had a scholarly air about him; he was handsome, refined, and gentle. "Madam!" Fu Hai stood up as Madam Langyue entered.
Lady Langyue was tall and slender with a full bust. The neckline of her black embroidered peach blossom robe was pulled loose, revealing her smooth, beautiful shoulders and a touch of peach-colored bodice.
"Sit down!" Lady Langyue smiled.
After exchanging pleasantries, Fu Hai handed the manuscript to Madam Langyue. Madam Langyue sat beside him and began reading the first page.
The handwriting was delicate and elegant, written in a style she had never seen before, each stroke flowing like a dragon or phoenix. "Young man, your calligraphy is truly excellent!" Lady Langyue exclaimed in surprise.
Xiaodiancang Mountain is just a martial arts sect that has declined to the point that almost no one cares about it anymore.
As for the Dragon Claw Inn, it was actually a martial arts school many years ago. When the school couldn't stay afloat, it was converted into an inn. Madam Langyue hadn't expected that the young manager of the Dragon Claw Inn would be so skilled in calligraphy.
Especially the handwriting; she was quite certain she had never seen it before. The style was steady yet the strokes were light and agile—truly beautiful handwriting.
Lady Langyue was amazed by the boy's excellent handwriting and continued reading. When she saw the first line, she knew that this was a good novel.
Without the affectation and pretension of other pedantic scholars, it gets straight to the point.
From the very first paragraph, the exceptionally well-written plot unfolded with unexpected twists and turns, captivating her completely. "Very good!" Madam Langyue exclaimed in surprise. "Although I knew from our last conversation that you have a remarkably insightful understanding of novelists..."
"I never expected that the plot you wrote would be so remarkable. I couldn't put it down after just the first page." Fu Hai smiled broadly and said modestly, "I'm glad that Madam likes it."
Although novelists were one of the Hundred Schools of Thought in ancient China, novels in this world were still at the level of historical fiction, similar to those of another world. It's not that historical fiction lacked masterpieces, but works like *Romance of the Three Kingdoms* and *The Three Heroes and Five Gallants* have only appeared a handful in over a thousand years.
What people usually see is indeed quite ordinary. But he was at least influenced by the old and new martial arts novels of another world, as well as various online novels after the information explosion.
"Just from this first page, it's clear that the writing, the creativity, and the plot are all exceptionally good." Madam Langyue folded the first page back, picked up the entire manuscript, straightened it on the table, and smiled.
"I'll take a look today. You can come over tomorrow, and if there are no problems, our Baoshuzhai will pay you a deposit first."
She felt an irrepressible urge to return to the study, to have the maidservant brew her a pot of tea, and then to leisurely lie on the couch, spending the entire day reading without moving.
Over the years, no book manuscript has given her the same urge and pleasure of reading. "Then I'll trouble you, Madam!"
Hearing such praise from the owner of Baoshuzhai, Fu Hai also felt a sense of joy.
As he stepped out of the Baoshuzhai and onto the streets outside the city, his heart was still filled with excitement and joy.
That's right. It's a masterpiece that I put a lot of effort into writing. How could it be bad, and how could it cause mental trauma to others?
It's purely because Junior Sister Yuelan and Sister Qiuying are uncultured and don't know how to appreciate things. Look at the lady of the studio; she's a true cultured person.
And this garbage system actually said my new book is a cult classic! I'm horrified!
Under the bright sun, his steps were light and agile, and he felt relaxed and cheerful. Meanwhile, at Baoshuzhai, Langyuelou.
Lady Langyue leisurely removed her deep robe and reclined in the quiet study. She then had her maid light sandalwood incense and brew some tea.
Amidst the lingering fragrance, she maintained a relaxed and comfortable mood as she read through the young man's masterpiece, page by page...