Thanks to luck, none of the books were very popular, not to mention the contract with the publisher, so all of Su Mingyue's books were published only in online format.
After spending a few minutes creating an author's profile on one of the most popular book publishing platforms.
Su Mingyue uploaded the first chapter of his latest novel.
"It's only 5 a.m...." An hour later, not a single line of the second chapter had been written.
Noticing that the book had been checked and was publicly available for reading, he nodded in satisfaction and put the laptop away.
After returning back to bed, Su Mingyue slowly closed his eyes and soon fell asleep again.
"Dear disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, amid the recent rumors of betrayal and collusion with the righteous path, Su Mingyue's core disciple has led many to disbelieve"
"After a thorough check, as well as the indisputable evidence left by the core student. Su Mingyue, who violated the rules of the sect, the taboos of the demonic path, and also colluded with the righteous path, is sentenced to immediate execution"
"Impossible..." Su Mingyue muttered softly.
The sun's rays slightly blinded his vision, but soon he noticed that he was in the center of a huge pillar, which was shaped like a stele made of an unknown stone and looked like a large stadium in size.
There were tens of thousands of people around this stadium, each of whom sat on benches and looked at Su Mingyue with a mocking gaze.
The average age of the crowd ranged between twenty years old.
Their clothes resembled or resembled a traditional, ancient Chinese cultural outfit. Most of them were white and black robes, but some of them were embroidered with various patterns, which looked incredibly beautiful.
Swords... Spears... Halberds... Daggers...
Various types of edged weapons tied to a robe, hanging in a scabbard on their back, or playing in their owners' own palms were reflected in Su Mingyue's eyes.
Ignoring the fact that he was kneeling in the center of the stadium again and his hands were tied with strong chains, Su Mingyue tried to carve out the slightest detail in his mind. It was a rare chance to write the next chapter, and he wasn't going to miss it.
A moment later, Su Mingyue snapped back to reality and noticed that a beautiful woman had appeared five meters to his right.
Based on the preferences of any man from the modern world, she could be categorized as someone whose beauty went beyond mortal beauty.
This woman's face and figure looked like a sculpture created by the greatest master. Soft, black hair fell from her shoulders.
Unfortunately, Su Mingyue could not enjoy the beauty of a woman, although her appearance was first-class, she looked very pitiful at the moment.
Blood sometimes seeped from the corners of his lips, congealed blood was visible on his fingertips, and his palms were cut with deep scratches.
The clothes were torn in some places, and in those that still had pieces of cloth, deep bloodstains could be seen.
Just like Su Mingyue, the girl was on her knees, the chains gripping her hands were identical to his. It seemed that such a goddess had committed a terrible sin.
Despite this, her face was a mask of pure hatred.
The old man in the black robe who spoke earlier about the grave violations of the law, Su Mingyue. He reappeared in the center of the stadium.
"This woman's name is Liang Xi Yao and she is a practitioner of the righteous path..." Before he could continue his speech, the stands exploded with indignation.
Since the beginning of time, when the path was divided into the righteous and the demonic, cultivators who crossed over to one side hated the other.
Inciting hostility from birth, fighting over every opportunity, as well as revenge for the murder of loved ones led to the fact that both sides could not coexist.
And now a representative of the righteous path appeared, even if chained up, instantly disturbed the calm state of the audience.
Spitting, insults, and even attempts to take the girl's life on their own rained down from the stands.
Realizing that the crowd was in chaos, the old man shook his head.
"Silence!"
"What is it?" Su Mingyue, who was drawing new inspiration from the situation, narrowed his eyes.
With the old man's shout, a suffocating pressure descended on everyone present, from which the crowd of angry demonic practitioners quickly fell silent, and Su Mingyue and the girl next to him felt a crunch in their bones for a moment, as if their physical body was ready to explode at any moment.
Watching the crowd fall silent, the old man cleared his throat and spoke in a loud voice again:
"This woman's name is Liang Xi Yao and she is a practitioner of the righteous path. Over the past year, she has repeatedly violated the laws of her sect, and as a result, she was exiled, and then captured by our spies and handed over to us" The old man's lips curled into a contemptuous smile.
"You must be thinking why didn't our spies kill her right away? Why put on such a show? Maybe we're just bored?"
The mysterious old man's words caused some of the men and women in the crowd to nod boldly. Similar thoughts were running through their heads, but they couldn't dare to utter them.
"Quite by chance, our spy found out the reason why this woman was expelled from the sect of the righteous path, and for this reason she is here today"
"I hope it's not what I think..." Ever since the old man's pressure descended on everyone present, Su Mingyue stopped carefully memorizing every detail and mentally forced himself to wake up.
The plot of this dream went to something that he did not dare to assume.
The way Liang Xi Yao looked at him was very gentle and it made Su Mingyue feel uncomfortable.
Even though he wanted to move forward with writing the next chapter by drawing inspiration from this situation, watching another person die in front of your eyes wasn't worth it.
"Okay, I won't bother all of you. In fact, this woman has another personality. A person who can be considered taboo in the modern world of cultivation!"
Su Mingyue looked around, trying to find clues on his own, until he noticed that Liang Xi Yao's expression had darkened.
"Liang Xi Yao, do you want to share your secret with everyone? And I guarantee that you will die a painless death!" The old man laughed a little.
He seemed to be enjoying this performance.
"Go to hell!"