Chapter 93: Subscription Acknowledgment

After more than a month of events, thank you, dear readers, for following and supporting with monthly votes.

The little fox has finished its recommendation period and now reaches subscription status.

To be honest.

The experience of starting this book has been truly grueling.

In plain terms, I was buried in debt, nearly had to pay with my own backside—and the reason for the debt was very simple.

A friend asked me to lend him money for working capital; after I lent it, his loan application was rejected, he couldn’t repay me, and I was left stunned, then on top of that came insurance payments and other bills.

I got royally screwed, barely starved to death.

I’ve lost the strength to complain.

Now, let’s talk about the plot.

As previously mentioned, the world An Sheng inhabits is currently at a turning point of spiritual energy revival.

The little fox has no grand ambitions—just wants to act cute, eat, and wait to defecate, occasionally helping Yu Xueqing sell goods to improve their living standard and earn a bit of wish energy.

But the world is changing.

While earning wish energy, the little fox also influences some wishers—like Lin Ying, whose fate shifts and who steps into a new world.

There’s also Tu Song and Bai Bai, pitiful little souls who suffer because their master was bewitched by the little fox.

And then there’s Chen Nian, who mumbles nonsense but believes only in strong ships and powerful guns.

Meanwhile, Yu Xueqing’s family, because of the little fox’s arrival, has embarked on a path to wealth.

Each fate is different, yet all are linked to the little fox through intentional or accidental wishes.

The new Nongxue Academy has been mentioned repeatedly; I see some readers have guessed—it truly is connected to spiritual beasts and spiritual plants.

The world’s transformation forces humanity to evolve, and eventually everyone will meet through spiritual beasts.

The little fox was caught in the act.

The writing style leans toward light and humorous—I dare not write anything grim or tragic anymore; I’m simply not cut out for it, nearly starved to death trying.

Some readers probably came from my other novel and already know this.

Liang Mou has never written any cuckold plots; my previous works were all cultivation-themed, heading straight toward harem chaos.

Everyone is a curvaceous big sister.

Of course, different genres have different censorship standards.

I dare not be reckless writing urban fiction—putting the little fox in the urban category, I fear it wouldn’t even pass review.

Enough talking—I’m going to update.

My ideal update schedule is three to four chapters, then take leave from my old book to post ten thousand words for this new book’s subscription launch.

Please, dear readers, subscribe.

I’m truly starving.

(End of chapter)