Chapter 2 How about this novel called Mortal Cultivation?

"...I read the new novel you submitted. What should I say, the pace is a little too slow."

　　The lights of thousands of homes in the city outside the house have been lit, and the lights on the ground have replaced the stars in the sky and also illuminated the night.

　　The room has not had time to turn on the lights, only the computer screen emits a faint light.

　　Ji Zhuo cracked, typing on the keyboard all afternoon, his back was sore, but his face was still excited.

　　He actually wrote this novel for the sake of fluttering so smoothly. Usually, it would be good to have two or three chapters a day.

　　Writing this novel for the sake of fluttering, he actually wrote five chapters in one afternoon.

　　...but when I think about it carefully, I feel a little bit melancholy.

　　Skilled, copy and paste it into a txt format document, Ji Zhuo directly sent it to his editor.

　　Less than half an hour later, I received a reply from the editor.

　　I looked at the time that it was almost eight o'clock in the evening,

　　Are all the current editors so rollable?

　　But seeing the editor's hesitation, Ji Zhuo was even more excited.

　　"Editor: Although the writing is quite detailed, such slow-moving novels are no longer popular, or they have never been popular at all."

　　"Editor: And what about the protagonist's golden finger? No way?"

　　Looking at the message from the editor on the Penguin chat interface, Ji Zhuo was even more excited.

　　Just kidding, I'm ready to pounce, how can I get the golden finger in only five chapters, at least ten chapters.

　　Excited, he pressed his hand on the keyboard and slapped it, and Ji Zhuo broke up with the editor.

　　"Humble but extraordinary: yes, big guy. Well-behaved.jpg."

　　"Editor: Where is it? And I read the first few chapters, and it was said that the protagonist's roots are extremely poor... This kind of waste wood flow is not very popular now."

　　"Humble and extraordinary: In the following chapters, maybe the tenth chapter appears.

　　edit:...

　　EDIT: Then send me a look.

　　Humble but extraordinary: ahem...the next few chapters are still in my head...

　　edit:...

　　Edit: What is the golden finger?

　　Humble but extraordinary: It is a small bottle that can collect the essence of heaven and earth and turn it into a spiritual liquid. The spiritual liquid can promote the growth of spiritual plants and improve the age.

　　Edit: ...and then the protagonist takes drugs to level up? Is it rising fast?

　　Humble but extraordinary: ... not very fast.

　　Edit: ... Shall we change the golden finger? "

　　In another city a little far away from Ji Zhuo, in an office building.

　　Ji Zhuo's editor, a man in his early thirties, was feeling a bit of a headache when he looked at the words of the author under his command on the chat interface.

　　After typing the message and sending it out, I couldn't help rubbing my temples again.

"...Old Xu, it's time for get off work, why haven't you left yet?"

　　The editor opposite yawned, got up and greeted Ji Zhuo's editor in charge.

　　"...You go first. I'm here to fight with the author."

　　The editor who had some headaches responded.

　　The editor on the opposite side couldn't help but smile and then left.

　　Ji Zhuo's editor in charge turned around again, put his hands on the keyboard, and considered his words.

　　Madd, you have to be careful with your euphemisms when speaking to the writers under your command, so as not to undermine the confidence of these writers.

　　"Edit: The golden finger is too small, why don't you consider letting the spiritual fluid give birth to a spiritual plant, so that the protagonist can control the spiritual plant to attack and fight?"

　　Eh, this is okay.

　　Ji Zhuo sat in front of the computer and looked at the message sent by the editor, his eyes lit up first, this idea was a bit tricky.

　　Then followed by shaking his head quickly, no, this idea is good, won't it be popular, what should I do if my monthly income of 300,000 is popular.

　　"Editor: The golden finger is too small, it lacks refreshment, and it also makes readers feel less immersive."

　　"Humble and extraordinary: Big brother, I think it is only when the golden finger is small that it will have a sense of substitution. After all, readers do not have golden fingers. In fact, there is no golden finger in this book. This birthing vial is also in the early days, and the protagonist mainly relies on hard work. Wretched, a little development."

　　Madeleine, genius. The editor in charge pressed his head, and then typed out two words and sent it.

　　"Edit: abuser?

　　Clumsy and extraordinary: …

　　Editor: Let's not mention that. The title of your book is "Mortal Cultivation of Immortals", so I will ask you something. I read chapter five, where is Xiuxian? "

　　Through this line of words, Ji Zhuo in front of the computer seemed to be able to see his helpless and powerless appearance in charge of editing.

　　However, Ji Zhuo, who was corrupted by money, was still laughing shamelessly and wildly.

　　It's stable, it's stable, the editors have said this, is it unstable?

　　Ha ha!

　　"Humble but extraordinary: In the back, I set the plot like this. In this martial arts school, the master who accepts the protagonist is a reluctant cultivator.

　　And he's a villain, and he didn't have any good intentions to accept the two protagonists, just to treat them as a cauldron. Then the protagonist fought back with his golden finger, and also obtained the first point of practice from him, this uneasy villain also taught the protagonist a lesson, allowing him to witness the cruelty of the world of self-cultivation..."

　　What kind of master is not a good person, what kind of cruelty in the immortal world is not all old-fashioned plots, is this still popular now?

Is this unstable? Looking at the words he sent out with satisfaction, Ji Zhuo pondered and nodded.

　　Then the editor's reaction made Ji Zhuo more at ease.

　　"Editor: ... let's change it, shall we?

　　Humble and extraordinary: editor, tell me frankly, can you sign it? I can bear it.

　　Edit: Signing in means being able to sign... but not necessarily getting any results. "

　　Seeing the editor's words, Ji Zhuo was even more excited.

　　As an old writer, what does the editor mean?

　　It's basically a death declaration for this book.

　　The editor is not optimistic, even if it is signed, it is not recommended. Unless the follow-up data goes against the sky,

　　But is it possible?

　　impossible!

　　It may be because he is an old author, otherwise, sign it, sign a wool sign.

　　It's stable, it's definitely stable now.

　　"Humble and extraordinary: big guy. Let's sign it, I'll be on the shelves for full attendance.

　　Edit: Hmm.

　　Humble but extraordinary: That big guy, I posted it.

　　Edit: Hmm. "

　　Mosquitoes are meat no matter how small they are.

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　　Excited, Ji Zhuo ended the conversation with the editor,

　　It cuts directly to the backstage of the writer.

　　"Large hair?"

　　"...Forget it. If there are old readers who come over and let the early data of this book get up, it will take off. This risk can't be taken..."

　　"Then let's use the trumpet account from before. The trumpet account has already cut three books. As soon as new readers come, they will slip away without having a criminal record on the trumpet account. Isn't this more stable?"

　　pondering,

　　Ji Zhuo decisively changed to a trumpet.

　　Then I learned it with ease, and copied and pasted the five chapters I had written and sent it out.

　　You can just mess around with the introduction. Although the system does not allow you to write it indiscriminately, you don't need to write it too seriously.

　　"...Look at how the mountain village boy overcomes all kinds of deficiencies step by step and grows into..."

　　"Well, okay, it's done."

　　Publish the book.

　　In the writer's backstage, there is another book without a cover - "Mortal Cultivation of Immortals".

　　Once refreshed, the collection will be 0.

　　Ji Zhuo nodded with satisfaction.

　　Oh, it hasn't been tried yet.

　　But it's alright, how Ji Zhuo sees this book, which doesn't even have a cover now, is a slap on the street.

　　steady, steady...

Forget it, stop messing around with milk.

　　Ji Zhuo, who is determined not to stand up falg, decisively ends his reverie,

　　However, I still looked at the incentive money on the system panel.

　　300,000 per month, mine.

　　"...But now that the new book has been released, what should I do?"

　　An orphan lives alone, writes novels, and has no friends.

　　Quiet now, Ji Zhuo didn't know what to do.