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MidReal Story
Reincarnation as a Legendary Writer
Scenario:林天穿越到古代仙侠世界，发现这个修仙世界宗门林立，妖魔鬼怪占山为王划分领地。而林天为求能在这个世界活下去，只能寻求修仙之法。可是他没有修仙的资质，于是为了不饿死，他开始写书赚钱。他写的书是现代社会流传甚广的文学作品，有动漫，游戏，古典，现代的。而第一本小说写的就是《鬼灭之刃》。之后还写了《火影忍者》《斗破苍穹》《西游记》《封神演义》等等。
妖怪和修士在阅读他的小说之后，按照书籍里的记载，摸索出了相应的招式。有的妖怪学会了猗窝座的格斗招数，有的修士学会了炎之呼吸法，从而间接帮助了别人。
而他因为写的小说真的能修炼，而被各大势力门派高手认为是，绝世高手，从而所有人都对他恭恭敬敬，还为他献上天地灵宝和修炼法门。他也因为这些写礼而慢慢修炼成了一方大佬。
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Lin Tian
He is a writer who found himself transported to an ancient world. He is resourceful,determined,and wise. Lin Tian struggled to survive without cultivative abilities but used his knowledge of literature to write novels. His novels became influential in the world of cultivation,guiding immortal warriors and demons. People revered him for his wisdom and offered wealth and knowledge. Despite the power and attention,Lin Tian longed for his original world and family.
Jie Wei
He is a highranking immortal from the Heavenly Realm. He is kind,openminded,and generous. Jie Wei discovered one of Lin Tian's novels and was intrigued by its descriptions of human society and technology. Curious about these aspects,he invited Lin Tian to his realm for further exploration. Jie Wei treated Lin Tian with warmth and caution,providing access to heavenly resources while ensuring the writer's safety.
Wu Zhang
He is a powerful immortal with the title of Demon King. He is intelligent,strategic,and respectful. Initially skeptical of Lin Tian,he read one of the writer's novels and was impressed by the depth of human understanding. After meeting Lin Tian in person,Wu Zhang became a supportive ally,sharing his knowledge and offering guidance. He helped Lin Tian navigate the world of immortals without conflict or domination.
After arriving in this ancient world, I found out that everyone here was an immortal with incredible strength.
There were countless sects and immortal empires, while monsters and demons claimed their territories like kings of the world.
In order to survive, I had no choice but to cultivate.
However, I realized that I didn't have any innate talent for cultivation.
It was too late for me to regret, not to mention that I was already a hundred years old.
If I weren't fortunate enough to meet some real masters, I would probably have starved to death.
At that time, my only option was to rely on selling novels to make a living.
The first novel that I wrote in this ancient world was "Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba."
It was a huge hit.
Following that, I also wrote "Naruto," "Battle Through the Heavens," "Journey to the West," and "Investiture of the Gods."
All of them were renowned literary works from modern society.
Though there were many readers who couldn't understand the stories well, they still finished reading all of the novels from cover to cover.
The monsters and cultivators who read my novels gradually discovered that they could learn some techniques from the stories.
For instance, some demons were able to master the combat skills of Akaza after practicing day and night.
While browsing the scrolls at the Celestial Market, I heard a commotion coming from a tea house nearby.
I turned around and saw Sect Leader Chen of the Azure Mountain Sect talking with his deputies.
I had no idea what they were discussing, but their conversation seemed heated.
Out of curiosity, I walked toward the tea house and stood near its paper walls.
The voice of Sect Leader Chen carried through the walls clearly, and I could hear him say, "I heard that some of our youngest disciples have been practicing a technique called Thunder Breathing. Have you heard anything about it?"
One of his deputies replied, "Yes, I've heard about it. It's a technique from a novel written by that mysterious author."
Sect Leader Chen asked, "A novel? What kind of novel would teach such a dangerous technique?"
The deputy responded, "It's a story about a young cultivator who masters the art of Thunder Breathing to defeat his enemies."
Sect Leader Chen sighed and said, "I see. It seems that we have to restrict our disciples from reading such novels in the future."
Another deputy spoke up, "But Sect Leader, perhaps this technique could be useful for us. After all, it's not every day that we come across something new and powerful."
Sect Leader Chen thought for a moment before saying, "You're right. We should allow our disciples to continue practicing this technique. Who knows? It might just give us an edge in battle." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
My novel had actually influenced the cultivation methods of these immortals.
I quickly took out a scroll and made some notes on it.
As I was about to leave, I accidentally stepped on a creaking floorboard.
The sound echoed through the tea house, and Sect Leader Chen immediately stopped talking.
I knew that I had been discovered, so I turned around and bowed respectfully toward the tea house.
"Forgive me for eavesdropping," I said.
"It's fine," Sect Leader Chen replied.
"We were just discussing some matters related to our sect. You may leave now."
I bowed again and left the tea house.
As I walked away, I couldn't help but wonder what other influence my novels had on this ancient world.
I decided to keep writing and see where my stories would take me.
After all, who knew what kind of adventures awaited me in this vast and mysterious world?
As I continued walking, I noticed that people were staring at me curiously.
A young cultivator approached me and asked, "Are you the one who writes those incredible stories?"
I nodded cautiously, "Yes, that's me. Why do you ask?"
He grinned and replied, "Because your latest novel gave me the inspiration to create a new technique that even my master couldn't believe."
I leaned against a wooden pillar in the market and looked at him with interest.
His eyes lit up as he began to explain, "I combined the traditional lightning techniques with the breathing methods from your novel. It resulted in something entirely new."
He raised his hands and demonstrated the technique.
Electricity crackled between his fingers, forming a pattern that I had never seen before.
Other cultivators gathered around, intrigued by the display.
The young cultivator continued, "As you can see, this technique allows me to control lightning with my breath. It's much more powerful than our traditional methods."
I nodded in approval, "That's impressive. Have you documented your findings?"
He took out a practice manual and showed it to me.
"I've written everything down. I plan to share it with my fellow disciples at our next gathering."
I smiled and patted him on the back, "Well done. Keep up the good work."
The young cultivator bowed deeply, clutching his practice manual to his chest.
I leaned against the stone pillar, still watching the young cultivator demonstrate his technique to the growing crowd.
The air grew thick and heavy, making it difficult to breathe.
Looking up, I noticed that dark clouds had gathered overhead, swirling unnaturally fast.
Their centers were an ominous purple-black.
The crowd continued their excited chatter, oblivious to the changing weather.
The young cultivator raised his hands for another demonstration.
Electricity crackled between his fingers, forming a brilliant white bolt of lightning.
Before I could shout a warning, the sky split open with a deafening crack.
A massive bolt of lightning, far larger than any natural phenomenon, struck the ground mere feet from where we stood.
The impact threw several cultivators off their feet, sending them tumbling through the air.
The young cultivator scrambled to his feet, eyes wide with shock. "I-I didn't mean for that to happen! What did I do wrong?"
I steadied myself and replied urgently, "It wasn't your fault. Something else is at play here."
A voice boomed from above, echoing through the market. "Foolish mortals, you dare tamper with the forces of nature?"
Through the swirling storm clouds, I glimpsed massive coils of azure scales.
Lightning crackled around the serpentine form as it descended toward the market square.
Cultivators scrambled to get out of its way, some prostrating themselves on the ground in fear.
The young cultivator beside me dropped his manual, frozen in awe.
The dragon's head, larger than a house, lowered to my level.
Its eyes, glowing with electric blue light, fixed upon me with unmistakable intelligence.
I noticed that one of its claws held worn pages of "Demon Slayer."
The dragon's voice rumbled, "You, the scribe of these tales, have awakened forces beyond your understanding."
I swallowed hard, "I never intended for this to happen. How can I make it right?"
The dragon's eyes narrowed, "You must write a new story, one that restores balance and respects the ancient ways."
The azure dragon's demeanor shifted as I explained my writing process.
Its electric eyes widened with each detail.
When I mentioned casually adapting stories from my previous world, the dragon interrupted, "Only an immortal of profound wisdom could channel such fundamental truths through simple tales."
I tried correcting this misunderstanding, "No, no, I'm just a common writer."
But the dragon lowered its head in a bow, causing nearby cultivators to gasp.
Lightning crackled along its scales as it proclaimed, "Your modest disguise as a common writer must be a test for lesser beings. I shall not be fooled."
The young cultivator beside me dropped to his knees, clutching his practice manual.
The dragon's voice resonated with finality, "Your next story will shape the fate of realms."
Exhausted from the encounter, I slumped at my writing desk, dipping my brush in ink to continue "Battle Through the Heavens."
Each word felt heavy, as if it carried the weight of worlds.
A knock interrupted my concentration.
Opening the door, I found the young lightning cultivator holding a steaming pot of spirit tea while Master Chen carried a wooden box adorned with intricate patterns.
The old man bowed deeply, his eyes filled with gratitude.
"Thank you for saving us. Please accept these humble gifts."
I accepted the box, feeling its weight.
Opening it revealed an assortment of premium writing supplies: jade-infused ink stones, phoenix feather brushes, and enchanted paper that glowed faintly.
The young man stepped forward, still trembling slightly from our earlier encounter.
He whispered, "Please, teach me how to weave stories that can change the world."
Sitting at my desk with the enchanted writing supplies, I began transcribing "Battle Through the Heavens" onto the glowing paper.
The phoenix feather brush moved smoothly, each character shimmering with ethereal light as the jade-infused ink dried.
Master Chen and the young cultivator watched intently, their eyes widening as the words describing Xiao Yan's first encounter with the spiritual flame came alive on the page.
The paper grew warm beneath my fingers, and faint wisps of smoke curled up from certain passages.
The story was no longer just mine; it had become a living force, reshaping destinies with every stroke.
