Supreme Grandpa

After Yang Song talked about the old genres of the current novel world, he decided to introduce them to the two new genres right away.

After everyone heard about those two new genres, they were shocked instantly.

First of all, the genre called Xianxia. This genre could also be called eastern high fantasy. It featured magic, demons, ghosts, immortals, and a great deal of C Country's folklore or mythology. Protagonists usually attempted to cultivate immortality, seeking eternal life and the pinnacle of strength.

There was also this new genre called Xuanhuan. This was a broad genre of fictional stories which remixed C Country's folklore/mythology with foreign elements and settings.

Xuanhuan and Xianxia novels might sometimes seem similar on the surface. However, Xuanhuan novels didn't include the presence of Daoist elements such as the Dao, Yin and Yang, immortals, and so on.

Yang Song slowly introduced these two new genres to the forty-five online writers of this world one by one.

After that, Yang Song started to introduce them to the terms used in Xianxia and Xuanhuan one by one.

Fortunately, it wasn't quite hard for Yang Song to explain them about some terms such as Gods, Buddhas, the Underworld, and so on because this world also had those mythical beings and elements.

It was just that religions and the likes didn't appear to penetrate much in this world's society like in Yang Song's previous world.

In this world, everyone worshipped strength. As long as one had powerful strength and ability, they would be praised and respected by the mass or even hailed as a God.

All the forty-five young online writers absorbed everything like a sponge.

Finally, near the end of the meeting, Li Bao, the one with the highest literary talent, raised his hand and asked Yang Song a question.

"Elder Yang, may I know how you created all these?"

Li Bao gulped his saliva and asked with a slightly trembling voice.

When Yang Song heard this question, he looked at Li Bao, smiled and said, "This old man has said before that he loves literature very much since young. You may not know this, but this old man has created a few works when he was young."

For the fact that those legendary classical masterpieces were actually written by him, Yang Song didn't say it.

Li Bao and everyone else nodded their heads in understanding, only thinking that Elder Yang might be a genius writer with a super creative mind. But even if there were more mysteries in this, they didn't dare to ask him.

However, among everyone inside the meeting room, except for Yang Song himself, there was also Zhang Qinqin who knew that her father-in-law was a legendary writer. Therefore, she didn't have any doubts regarding her father-in-law's "super creative" mind.

It was a pity that those copyrights were forcefully bought by those families a long time ago.

For this reason, Zhang Qinqin had also asked her husband, Yang Haodong, why didn't Yang Song threaten those families and reveal the truth to the public. But Yang Haodong shook his head, and he also didn't know why.

But he guessed that his father didn't it because he wanted to use it as a weapon to threaten those families someday in the future.

The meeting, or, the first training course finally ended when lunchtime arrived.

…

When the second day arrived, Yang Song continued to introduce them to some new and creative ideas that could actually be used again and again for a long time in the future.

For example, "system".

Once again, when everyone heard about this new concept, they were shocked and admired Yang Song even more.

Finally, after Yang Song introduced all the important terms and concepts that might be useful to them, he started to train them the standard way of writing and the most important aspects.

"What this old man has seen in every writer is 'resistance'. So learn to overcome the resistance. Every writer faces the resistance that keeps them from writing, the procrastination urge that pushes you to toward distraction and busywork. Learn to face the resistance instead of running from it."

"You have to see writing as a mindfulness practice, not just a business, not just a way to earn money. See writing as a form of meditation, where you can learn everything else fall away for a few moments and just stay with this one activity."

"Another crucial point is, learn to deal with the fears. All writers grapple with fears – fears of failure and not being good enough, fear of discomfort and uncertainty, and going into places that scare you. Some let the fears stop them from starting, or keep them away from the writing, or running to distraction."

"However, this old man has found it useful to learn to stay with the fears and write, anyway. Yes, you can be very uncomfortable and filled with uncertainty, and still write."

"When you write, read too, not just your own novel but others' novels too, especially the ones that are far better than yours. Read them voraciously."

Yang Song started explaining to everyone about the critical points and faults found in general writers and so on.

Yang Song's voice was deep, and it resounded in the hearts of everyone. The young and vigorous writers took notes of the important points with determination.

The training course that Yang Song gave to everyone didn't take long. In just three days, he finished training all of them.

After the training course ended, all the forty-five writers started working right away. They began to build the outlines for their new novels.

Among the forty-five people, some of them wrote the same genres, some wrote other genres but their contents were dissimilar to the extreme from those existing novels out there.

…

After three days of hard work, Yang Song finally had time to rest. As for the launch of the website, he left it to Zhang Qinqin.

Currently, the website was already complete. What was left was the novel to be put on display. Among those forty-five young authors, only Li Bao had a novel written. Currently, his novel had almost 100 chapters.

Therefore, the website wouldn't launch until a considerable number of novels were written.

Thinking of this, Yang Song took out his mobile phone and dialed Huang Shi's number.

The call was connected soon. However, it seemed that Yang Song called him at the wrong time.

"Hu hu, w-what's up, Old Yang?" That guy was breathing hard while talking.

Yang Song was expressionless and silent for a few seconds before he spoke, "I'm sorry, I'm calling you at the wrong time."

Huang Shi hurriedly replied, "No no, not at all. You're calling me at the right time. Just state your request!"

It seemed like this guy took note that every time Yang Song called him, the content of the conversation would always be "request".

Yang Song rolled his eyes and said, "This old man's website will be launched soon, so when that time comes, this old man hopes that you can read the novels on my website and post a public review on either UU or BIB."

"Honey, let's…" Before Huang Shi could speak, an indistinct voice resounded.

"Stay still, you bastard!" It was Huang Shi's voice this time.

Yang Song felt uneasy when he heard this. "Hey, if you're busy, I will just call you another time."

Huang Shi laughed awkwardly and said, "Sorry, my subordinate is training his martial arts and I'm instructing him. Right, for your request, I will do it. Don't worry. I haven't thanked you for selling me the Great Energy Pills and Spirit Energy Pills yet."

"By the way, how is your Latin dance training?" It had been a while now since Yang Song had sent the Latin dance manual to Huang Shi.

"Oh, I have been too busy to look through it."

"I see. Then, let's end the call here."

With this, Yang Song hung up the call and dialed two more numbers. They were Da Ji and Zhou Tong.

The content of the conversation was more or less the same. Yang Song requested them to read the novels on his new website when the time came and asked them to write a public review on UU and BIB.

It was quite strange that both of them were also in the middle of something. Just that the indistinct voice that penetrated through the phone was a female's voice, not a male's voice like that of Huang Shi.

Both of them agreed without hesitation and promised to do their work well.

Yang Song nodded his head with satisfaction.

"Next, when things are stable, I just have to slowly wait until the reputation of my family rises up. By then, the mission will be completed and more missions will appear… at that time, I can just start the reward-harvesting spree!"

With this, Yang Song got up from the chair and walked to the futon. He took out the Yellow Spring Shell Bead and started cultivating.

After three days of cultivating occasionally, with the advancement of his cultivation, Yang Song absorbed almost all the psionic particles. Currently, only a few of them were left.

Within twenty minutes, the few psionic particles were completely absorbed by Yang Song. Feeling that there were no more psionic particles, Yang Song stopped cultivating and opened his eyes.

Actually, in these three days, Yang Song had also been thinking about the way to recover all the psionic particles in this secret room. However, no methods were feasible.

First of all, this secret room was a three-story underground room. Surrounded this room was only hard dirt. It was too difficult to extend more space by digging.

Second, Yang Song could also stick a long steel pipe from down here to the surface of the ground to let the psionic particle fall down. But he doubted if those particles could fall down, what's more, if it could really fall down, Yang Song wondered what year would it would this entire room.

So far, the only way that allowed Yang Song to cultivate was to go outside. But Yang Song didn't want to go outside as it was much more convenient to cultivate and practice down here.

Not to mention, every time Yang Song cultivated, he would need to spend a long time. So if he were to cultivate outside, there was a possibility of exposure. There was also the Undead Steel Scavenger that Yang Song had to look after and couldn't be exposed to outsiders.

Now that Yang Song started thinking about this problem, even though his body and internal organs were strong, he still felt a headache somehow.