The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 184. The Great God of Refreshing Texts, Xuan Ling

Fang Zhou’s impression of Xuan Ling was only that she was a frivolous woman, suspected of being a sickly person, harmful to himself and hence he wasn’t interested in whatever novels she published.

Yuqing had now developed a habit of running to Moon Viewing Peak every day, wandering around with or without reason, getting on Fang Zhou’s nerves.

However, Yuqing’s emotions had been somewhat downcast these past few days, looking like she was hosting Aunt Flo and not talking much.

Fang Zhou asked Lu Qiuling about it and finally figured out what was going on.

Xuan Ling’s novel had suddenly become popular, gathering a large number of fans and becoming the second-best author after Lao Shi Ji.

Only then did Fang Zhou become curious and got a newspaper to look at, discovering that Xuan Ling was indeed a master of feel-good novels.

Her writing wasn’t as beautiful as Yuqing’s, quite plain actually, but the advantage was obvious: the tight-paced, quick rhythm with climaxes one after another, making readers unable to stop.

The novel told the story of a rural girl named Xuan Ling who was bullied and humiliated due to her poor talent. One day she had an encounter, rising strongly, jumping off a cliff to get a secret manual, creating a self-created technique in her sleep, counterattacking all the way, boasting and slapping faces, beating down those who looked down on her, and attracting all sorts of handsome men to build a grand harem, truly a Dragon Princess.

In Fang Zhou’s view, such formulaic novels were just average, with many plot points not handled well, catering to readers’ feelings in a forced manner, lowering intelligence for enjoyment.

However, it was only because Fang Zhou had read too many feel-good novels in his previous life and had high immunity that he felt indifferent. For the other naive readers of this world, Xuan Ling’s novel was like a drug, quickly making them addicted.

Yuqing’s novel excelled in all aspects, except it wasn’t satisfying enough; the protagonist suffered at every turn, making readers feel stifled after reading it, mostly the green hat plot, which most people couldn’t accept.

And Xuan Ling’s novel was written to make readers feel good, naturally more popular than green hat novels and having a broader audience.

Moreover, Xuan Ling was a harem supporter, fulfilling many readers’ harem fantasies, and there were even bed scenes in the novel. Although these scenes appeared to plagiarize Lao Shi Ji, they were enough to stir readers.

This feel-good novel received a massive following upon release, with many anti-green-hat alliance members attacking Yuqing’s green hat novel using this work, causing many green hat supporters to defect to the anti-green-hat camp.

Surrounded by strong enemies, the green hat faction finally lowered their flags, no longer daring to loudly boast, retreating to their own corners for amusement.

It seemed that Xuan Ling had won decisively in this novel competition.

Yuqing, having heard too many accusations, became downcast and one day came to Fang Zhou, suddenly lamenting as if talking to herself.

"It seems Junior Sister Xuan Ling’s talent for writing novels is better than mine. Should I stop writing after this series ends?"

Yuqing had been lingering around Fang Zhou since she arrived at Moon Viewing Peak this morning.

From time to time, she sighed about her experiences and grievances, using covert glances at Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou looked at her askance.

This feeling was like a dog he raised, outside being wronged, coming back to act spoiled.

Fang Zhou wasn’t interested in such vague spoiling; if Yuqing leapt forward, clinging to his leg and wailing, that might be enjoyable.

He coughed lightly, and Yuqing immediately looked over, eyes full of anticipation.

Indeed, Yuqing was expecting Fang Zhou’s comfort, which he had to fulfill.

If Yuqing really stopped writing, readers throughout the Cultivation World would miss out on such realistic works describing the emotional struggles between men and women.

"No need to stop, your novels can cultivate a batch of completely loyal fans. Keep writing and your fame will be solidified. In the future, the Cultivation World’s novel circle will surely have a place for you, unlike Xuan Ling. Her novels are too easy to imitate, too many successors, and she might quickly be squeezed out and become obscure."

Fang Zhou wasn’t purely comforting Yuqing; this was indeed the truth.

Elegant writing and excellent plots are hard to imitate, and these are Yuqing’s merits. Though green hat novels are "poisonous," they can easily nurture die-hard fans. If Yuqing continues writing, she will surely become a high-profile author in the green hat literature circle.

In the future, there might even be opportunities for adaptations into comics and films.

On the contrary, Xuan Ling’s feel-good novels are too easy to imitate. Surely many imitators will appear. If Xuan Ling doesn’t quickly produce more works and stand firm at the top of the pyramid, she will soon be squeezed out, fading into the crowd.

After Fang Zhou’s comforting words, Yuqing finally showed a happy smile.

Although happy, she pretended modestly, coughing lightly, and said to Fang Zhou, "Taoist Fang, thank you for your comfort. But please don’t let Junior Sister Xuan Ling hear these words, or she’ll be angry."

Fang Zhou gave her a nuanced look.

He noticed that Yuqing seemed to have changed. When they first met, she was like a moral gentleman, warm and spring-like to others, not depressed or joyful over things.

Having spent less than two months together, Yuqing had increasingly revealed her feminine side, frequently making charming gestures that only young girls would do in front of Fang Zhou.

At this rate, she might become a shy and cute girl.

Seeing Fang Zhou unresponsive, Yuqing showed a conflicted expression, then took a deep breath and softly asked, "Taoist Fang, I still don’t know your name."

The moment she spoke, Yuqing’s face blushed with embarrassment.

Seeing Fang Zhou’s surprise, Yuqing hastily explained, "I... I mean nothing else, just feel calling you ’Taoist’ is a bit impolite."

Fang Zhou said oddly, "I haven’t told you?"

Yuqing: "..."

Did you tell me? Why don’t I remember at all?

Seeing Yuqing doubting her memory, Fang Zhou couldn’t help but laugh, "I can tell you, but don’t tell anyone else. I’ll only tell you."

Yuqing quickly nodded in agreement, but couldn’t help feeling secretly delighted.

Only telling me!!

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A huge wine pot flew from the clouds, Ling Xiaoyue lounging leisurely on it with her legs crossed.

After flying into Cloud Sea Mountains, while nearing the Mountain Protection Array of Heavenly Sword Sect, the wine pot suddenly sped up and crashed directly through the array.

The entire Mountain Protection Array trembled, then returned to calm, but the familiar roar did not sound.

Ling Xiaoyue curiously looked around and saw a familiar person—Elder Feng Qin.

She immediately greeted, "Yo, Feng Qin, are you the gatekeeper today? Why didn’t you roar at me this time?"

Feng Qin replied coldly, "When will you learn to announce your arrival before entering?"

Ling Xiaoyue smiled sweetly and drew closer, taking out a few pieces of candy from her sleeve, "Aiya, don’t be angry, have some candy."

Feng Qin angrily responded, "Do you think I’m a three-year-old? Take your candy away."