Tracing the Funder Backward

"Someone asked you to write a wuxia novel called 'I Am Zuo Lengchan'?"

"Yes. They said they loved The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, but they felt too much sympathy and regret for Zuo Lengchan, who died with his great ambitions unfulfilled. They wanted me to write a fanfic of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, and the main plot had to end with Zuo Lengchan unifying the martial world!"

"How could anyone like a character like Zuo Lengchan? Are they right in the head?"

Ever since Zhang Xuezhou won the Sequencing Grand Gathering, Zhang Weimeng had begun to encounter higher levels of society in a daze.

But those encounters hadn't done him much good.

Although martial arts manuals had been placed right in front of him, Zhang Weimeng simply hadn't managed to learn them.

Zhang Weimeng didn't like jumping around, and he hadn't become a remarkable man skilled in lightness techniques like Song Fengying.

But Zhang Weimeng couldn't be blamed for that. After all, he was just a writer. Expecting him to master lightness techniques was ridiculous, and practicing those antelope jumps wouldn't do his career a bit of good.

While Song Fengying, an outdoor livestreamer, constantly practiced Flying Sheep Wall Running, Zhang Weimeng focused on Mental Strengthening.

That wasn't because Zhang Weimeng practiced Mental Strengthening diligently every day. Rather, Zhang Xuezhou had applied for the X432 repair technology for them, and so as not to waste the money, Zhang Weimeng had acquired the abilities of the second chapter of Mental Strengthening.

But those abilities still weren't much use. They only made Zhang Weimeng feel a little more refreshed each day.

The abilities he gained from high society were so-so, but spending money sure was fast.

Zhang Weimeng understood that, so he was unwilling to spend money on such things.

Accordingly, he rarely