Master of the Nine Stars

"Cold stars gleam on the halberd, moonlight shines on the bow, Dragon-sparrows clatter, startling the snowy night. Half a scroll of fame lies beyond a thousand mountains, While silver blossoms and fiery trees bloom in my homeland. 'I, Rong Taotao, will one day become the master of the nine stars.' That year, a young boy with a small backpack, naturally curly hair, and a fangtian halberd in hand stood on the rooftop and declared these words. ... The completed work 'Nine-Star Poison Milk,' spanning four million words, is available for your reading pleasure."