What should I do if I am urged to update online by a boss? Urgent! Urgent! Urgent!
The plot of a similar novel he had read in his previous life flashed through Jiang Qian's mind, and he suddenly shivered.
I still remember that there was a guy who traveled through the world of Journey to the West, started a big entertainment industry, and later made a TV series about Sword and Fairy.
In the finale, because Zhao Ling'er died, it aroused public outrage.
The Jade Emperor dropped the teacup, Nuwa the Empress threw the incense burner, Lu Dongbing threw the inkstone, which made the guy run like a wolf.
Not only that, all the gods in heaven have lost things, such as broken shoes, stone lions, tables, chairs, etc., all over the sky, making it impossible for them to hide.
Thinking of this, Jiang Gan secretly regretted that he should not have chosen the path of a novelist in the first place!
He actually forgot that in this kind of spiritual world, if the plot of the story dissatisfied the readers, they would probably be hacked to death by the readers.
Thinking again about the regret of Xiao Feng accidentally killing A'Zhu in Tian Long and "stuffing cattle and sheep to make a promise", the cold sweat on Jiang Gan's forehead started to fall down.
No matter what, don't let others know that he is Zhu Xia Youzi, the creator of Tianlong.
His small body cannot withstand the anger of big readers!
"Uncle, this Tianlong was not written by a younger generation. Its creator was Zhu Xiayouzi, a descendant of contemporary novelists."
"As for this volume, this junior got it from the Inner Sect Trading Conference."
"If uncle doesn't believe it, I can swear to God!"
Jiang Qiancheng explained in fear, frantically trying to distance himself from the relationship between himself and the wanderers of the Xia Dynasty.
Seeing Jiang Gan's fearful look, Yang Wudi was also a little embarrassed.
You know, Jiang Gan is his son's good friend, and forcing his juniors is not a good reputation.
"That's not necessary. Do you know those Xia wanderers?"
Yang Wudi's voice couldn't help but be gentle, so he couldn't frighten the child.
"This junior has only met him once and doesn't know his true identity!"
Jiang Gan quickly replied.
"Yeah, I got it."
Yang Wudi's voice sounded again, he paused, and continued, "This inner sect competition is a great opportunity. The higher the ranking, the greater the benefits you can get, so work hard!"
Yang Wudi was a little disappointed when he couldn't find the creator of Tianlong, so he caught Xuan Yi again and gave him a severe lesson.
After all, although the first chapter of Tianlong is exciting, it is not enough to make people want to put it down.
Only when Xiao Feng appears and the battle at Juxian Village does it really reach its climax, which makes people worried.
As for Jiang Gan, after dealing with Yang Wudi, he lay limply on the ground, and the ground was wet with sweat.
Even though he didn't actually face Yang Wudi, the strong sense of oppression still made Jiang Gan's nerves tense all the time.
The feeling that life is not under your control is so uncomfortable!
However, spiritual practice is a step-by-step process that requires one step at a time and accumulation over time.
Those shortcuts to reach the sky in one step have already been secretly priced, and require a huge price to be paid in exchange.
In the end, Jiang Qian once again put his mind to the novelist's legacy. As long as he accumulated enough willpower, he could summon the characters in the book to possess him and temporarily possess a third-level combat power.
Thinking of this, Jiang Qian couldn't care less about the subsequent hidden dangers. He couldn't stop eating because of choking!
"Well, I will continue my great work of copying books and summon Xiao Feng and even the sweeping monk at his peak as soon as possible. Strength is the last word."
Open the cave's defense formation, and take out the Qianyuan Palace lantern as the formation's eye, completely sealing the entire cave.
After doing all this, Jiang Qian took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then began to immerse himself in coding.
"I have set a small goal. From today on, I will work non-stop, code like crazy, and update twenty chapters every day."
"Before the inner sect competition, you must complete Tianlong's creation and harvest a wave of leeks."
"Even if God comes in person, he can't stop my great cause of coding, that's what I said!"
One day later, Jiang Gan looked at the two piles of manuscripts in front of him and felt a sense of frustration in his heart.
The past twelve hours were simply torture for him.
He transformed into a high-intensity coding machine and only updated twelve chapters, totaling more than 360,000 words.
Well, compared to his small target of 20 chapters per day, it is still eight chapters short of his goal of publishing more than 240,000 words.
This kind of high-intensity coding consumes Jiang Qian’s energy and energy to an extremely terrifying extent.
You must know that the creation of a novelist is not simply writing, but injecting his own spirit into every word.
Every word must have mana flow and be able to resonate with the Dayan talisman.
Only in this way can we be recognized by heaven and earth, collect the will power of all living beings, and evolve the book world.
Theoretically, with Jiang Gan's hand speed, it would not be difficult to write a million words in one hour.
But in fact, his ultimate speed is 30,000 words per hour.
Beyond this speed, the words do not contain his essence, cannot resonate with the Dayan Talisman, and are useless words.
If it weren't for the continuous replenishment and consumption of Qianyuan Palace Lanterns, Jiang Gan would have been exhausted and passed out.
Even so, his face was still pale, his eyes were dull, and he had thick dark circles, looking like he was overindulging in lust.
"At this speed, it is almost impossible to complete Tianlong's creation before the Inner Sect Competition!"
"If we could directly imprint words on the paper with spiritual thoughts like jade slips, the speed of coding would be..."
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through Jiang Qian's mind, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Why do you have to use a hand-held brush to write? Isn't it nice to directly control the brush with your spiritual thoughts?
It is not difficult for Jiang Qian to control writing with a brush using his spiritual mind.
The real difficulty is how to make the written words contain the essence of Jiang Qian and make the words resonate with the Dayan Talisman?
After repeated attempts, Jiang Gan overcame various difficulties and was finally able to use his spiritual thoughts to control the brush to write effective words.
Under the control of spiritual thoughts, grinding, absorbing ink, writing, and changing paper are completely automated. The Langhao pen is like a phantom, and the words appear on the paper one by one.
As time went by, Jiang Qian became more and more proficient in writing with spiritual thoughts, his manipulation of spiritual thoughts became more and more precise, and his writing speed became faster and faster.
From three thousand words in the first hour, to five thousand words, ten thousand words, twenty thousand words...
Finally, it reached the terrifying speed of one hundred thousand words per hour.
If Jiang Qian's spiritual thoughts were not able to support this terrifying consumption, this speed could continue to increase.
Another day passed in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Qian had finished writing all the subsequent chapters of Tianlong.
Tianlong has a total of fifty chapters, minus the thirteen chapters written two days ago, and there are still thirty-seven chapters, totaling more than 1.1 million words.
In other words, he crazily updated more than 1.1 million words in one day, and he was simply a ruthless coding machine.
Of course, the price is Jiang Gan's magic power, almost depletion of qi, blood and divine power, extreme lethargy of energy and spirit, and a splitting headache, so he needs to take a good rest.
After binding the manuscripts on the desk into a volume, Jiang Qian put the forty-nine books into a storage bag, and then took a rest and regained his energy.