Fairy, Please Stop Coming Out of the Novel - Chapter 7:

Chapter 7: Why Did You Come Out Again?

“Holy crap. Jinse’s writing is really getting better and better.”

“Not bad, not bad. Finally not dragging the plot anymore.”

“Wow. This Luo Xian is fierce. She does not even give the sect elders any face. That is how it should be. A bunch of old guys. As cultivators, they are afraid of this and that all day long. No backbone at all. I do not even know what they are afraid of. If you are like Luo Xian, just do it.”

…

It was a little past eight in the evening.

Jiang Fan lay on the bed in his rented room, reading through every single reader comment under the latest chapter. Relief filled his chest, yet at the same time, he could not help feeling troubled.

The automatically generated plot was indeed smooth, but the problem was that many parts went completely against his original design as the author. The only good news was that Luo Xian’s characterization had become fuller and far more charismatic.

There was another even stranger point. These automatically generated plots felt as if they had been carved directly into Jiang Fan’s mind. After reading them just once, it was as though some hidden channel inside him had opened. He could instantly connect the dots and think of even more exciting developments.

Simply put, the plot of “Sword Immortal” was not only optimizing itself automatically, it was also indirectly improving Jiang Fan’s writing skills.

Strange things happened every year. This year, there were especially many.

First, the female lead had run into the real world. Then the plot began generating itself automatically. Now even his writing ability was improving passively.

For Jiang Fan, the latter two were good things.

As for Luo Xian running into the real world…

That was absolutely a bad thing.

After all, she was someone who killed without blinking. Who knew if one day she might be in a bad mood and stab him full of holes.

Jiang Fan sighed and forced himself to stop thinking about it.

He set up his laptop and prepared to write.

The day after tomorrow, the half-month military training would begin. During that time, students had to live on campus. Without approval, they were not allowed to leave.

Even if he only updated 6,000 words per day over the next half month, Jiang Fan would still need 90,000 words of saved drafts. But at present, he only had 24,000 words. That left a gap of 66,000 words.

One day and one night. Sixty-six thousand words.

For an average web novelist, that was basically impossible.

For Jiang Fan, it was not impossible.

First, he typed very quickly, around 5,000 words per hour. Most importantly, he was no longer demanding with his plot. No matter how he wrote it, it would be automatically revised and optimized upon upload. He could write even faster.

Tonight was destined to be sleepless.

The night passed quickly.

At a little past ten in the morning, Jiang Fan stretched and glanced at the writing statistics in the upper right corner of his screen.

Twelve hours and seventeen minutes. 71,000 words.

He took a screenshot and sent it to the author group chat.

As expected, the screenshot immediately earned a flood of “666” praises.

Jiang Fan grinned, picked up the large bottle of mineral water beside him, and gulped it down. Then he quickly skimmed through the 71,000 words he had written overnight.

After finishing, his expression turned strange. Question marks seemed to fill his forehead.

He wrote this?

Damn, this was insanely good.

Jiang Fan twisted his sore neck, then divided the 71,000-plus words into chapters and scheduled them for timed release.

By the time he finished, half an hour had passed.

He stood up and stretched. In all his years of writing web novels, this was the first time he had written at such intensity.

Seventy-one thousand words in one go. He was practically a god.

“Grrr…”

Apparently, gods got hungry too.

Jiang Fan washed his face to wake himself up and was about to head out to grab some food. Before he even reached the door, his shoulder suddenly sank. In the next second, a chill ran down his back.

He turned around. His pupils shrank instantly.

This person…

Why did she come out again?

Luo Xian stood there in a flowing green robe. She carried the graceful gentleness of a Jiangnan woman. The only flaw was that she was too cold.

Seeing Luo Xian was like seeing the King of Hell himself. Jiang Fan’s voice trembled. “Y You… why did you come out again?”

“Jiang Fan, do you remember the warning I gave you before I left last time?”

“What?”

The Ice Glass Sword was far too intimidating. At this moment, Jiang Fan’s mind was filled with images of himself being stabbed full of holes. He barely registered what Luo Xian was saying.

Cold light filled Luo Xian’s eyes. “Before I left last time, I warned you. If you arranged a romantic plotline for me again, I would…”

“Stab me to death.”

Jiang Fan’s reply came purely from instinct.

Luo Xian’s gaze burned. “You knew the consequences and still did it on purpose. It seems you truly are not afraid of death.”

As she spoke, the Ice Glass Sword pressed against Jiang Fan’s throat.

Cold sweat poured down his back. “W Wait a second. You cannot kill me.”

“Oh?”

Luo Xian’s expression was indifferent. “Give me a reason not to kill you.”

Jiang Fan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. “Your world was created by me through words. If you kill me, the world you belong to will collapse with my death.”

“It does not matter. I only need you to die.”

Jiang Fan fell silent.

Right.

This was Luo Xian. Trying to reason with her meant his brain had completely malfunctioned.

“I I still want to explain.”

“Speak.”

Luo Xian withdrew the Ice Glass Sword and walked to sit on the bed. With a single glance, she made Jiang Fan step forward obediently.

Jiang Fan lowered his head like a criminal awaiting judgment. “Although ‘Sword Immortal’ is designed as a female-lead story, even a female lead needs a romantic subplot…”

As Luo Xian’s killing intent intensified, Jiang Fan’s voice grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared.

The Ice Glass Sword left Luo Xian’s right hand and began circling above Jiang Fan’s head. The dark blue blade emitted sharp humming sounds.

Jiang Fan immediately raised his voice, his expression bitter. “That was my previous design. Ever since you came out last time, I have never arranged a romantic subplot for you again. This current romantic line is not my doing. I did not write it that way. The key is that when I upload the chapter, the plot gets automatically optimized. It is completely beyond my control. I I am innocent.”

As he spoke, he dragged over his laptop, pulled up the original draft, logged into the website backend, and operated it in front of Luo Xian.

Copy the draft. Paste.

In the next second, the content was automatically optimized.

Luo Xian frowned slightly. “What is going on?”

Jiang Fan twitched his lips and muttered softly, “If you ask me, who am I supposed to ask?”

“Hmm?”

“Cough. Cough cough…”

Jiang Fan spread his hands helplessly. “This phenomenon completely defies the logic of my world. Ever since you ran out of the novel last time, this happens whenever I upload a chapter. I thought… it was your doing.”

“Mine?”

Luo Xian was so angry she laughed. Even so, she was still breathtakingly beautiful. “You think I would arrange a romantic subplot for myself?”

Jiang Fan looked pitiful. “There has to be some logic, right? This matter has nothing to do with me.”

“Logic? Fine.”

With a thought from Luo Xian, the Ice Glass Sword pressed down on Jiang Fan’s shoulder once again. She spoke two words. “Revise it.”

“…”

Revise again?

Was this what she called logic?

“I am telling you, there are no such words as ‘revise’ in my dictionary. Revise? Even a dog would not…”

The sudden sharp hum of the Ice Glass Sword cut off Jiang Fan’s words. In the next second, he changed his tone. “Revise. I will revise.”