#15 Cang Qiong Mountain Gate Guard Platoon:
>>>To answer #10: *whispering, silently passing by* Does anyone here like Sect Leader Yue? I like the gentle top type the most.
Grabbing the sister up there! You’re a sister, right?! I like Zhangmen-shixiong too! I like him a lot! ☆\\(￣▽￣)/★ Is there anything more moe than pampering and indulging, etc. with no bottom line?! ( ́இ皿இ`) It’s a pity the target was such a disastrous shidi; the bad end was so complete, I couldn’t even sell people on the ship…
#16: Qingge’s Blood Brother:
That bastard Shen Qingqiu needs no explanation +10,086! My god, to think #15 can feel moe over anything involving that scum. Just thinking about him makes me want to throw up. He killed my fave—unforgivable!
I always felt it was such a waste that the Bai Zhan Peak Lord died so early. “Great Master” Airplane just refused to write him, or else there would be more ships to choose from.
#17 Occasionally Filling Holes:
There sure is a lot of info in the last few posts. Did this forum get invaded by weirdos…?
#18 Peerless Cucumber【Expert】:
Upthread, keep cool. This forum has a lot of Green JJ sisters 😎
#19 A Stately Waiter:
Of course it’s true love for Cucumber-bro, but the stuff he spews here isn’t as vicious as what he puts in the comments. Not malicious enough, thumbs down.
#20: Hoeing Wheat is My Noontime Occupation:5
The Proud Immortal fans are here to argue again; I see this novel everywhere. The novel’s quality doesn’t live up to its popularity; no way Airplane didn’t pay for shills. Sit back and wait for the next time the forum data guru makes a post. Their analysis will show whether he spam-voted.
#21 Hoeing Wheat is My Noontime Occupation:
To answer #4: Who are you calling an idiot up there? What a loser.
What a joke, the schoolkids who like to read shit books like Proud Immortal have the nerve to call people losers. No one’s a bigger loser than you.
#22 Qingge’s Blood Brother:
To start firing into the crowd because of one or two people, you must be drunk. The way #20 is shit-stirring—is that just the OP’s alt…? Airplane gets a lot of upvotes because he’s got no bottom line when begging for clicks; he’d even grovel naked on the ground… And not to pass judgment on anything else, but look at Airplane’s update rate. He posts 10k every day and 25k bursts on the weekends—how many people can do that? Put the question of quality aside for now.
#23 Looking for Friends at the North Pole Every Day:
I wrote some Bing-ge x scum! Shen slash _(:з)∠)_ Don’t know if anyone wants to see. Signing up for a rarepair is like going to the North Pole, so painful. Looking for ships in a Zhongdian novel is also seeking death.
#24 Cang Qiong Mountain Stair-Cleaning Manager:
Slash-writing sister, don’t go! Does it have smutty content?! Please, sobsobsob!
#25 Occasionally Filling Holes:
Airplane really doesn’t know how to write romance plotlines; it’d be better if he just didn’t. I feel like Luo Binghe doesn’t have feelings for a single one of his wives—he just wants to use them. And I can’t see how any of these women have really fallen in love with him.
#26 Warrior’s Hammer:
As long as he collects all the girls, it’s fine. Who cares if there’s romance or not?
#27 Peerless Cucumber【Expert】
Filling Holes-bro: You’re joking—you want Airplane not to write the harem? Four-fifths of the book would be gone.
#28 Overtaken by Longing, Mistaking Red for Green:
But I feel like I can see which peak lord has really fallen in love with which other peak lord (delusional)… But speaking seriously, the same-sex interactions he wrote between brothers and comrades were all much more detailed and natural than Bing-ge’s scenes with his wives. That deep emotion was practically visible to the naked eye. Airplane really is a natural fudanshi.
PS: To the sister at #24: Guess you’ll eat anything when you’re starving, huh…
#29 Hoeing Wheat is My Noontime Occupation:
【This post has been hidden due to a personal attack. Currently waiting for the poster to edit.】
With his legs propped up, “Great Master” Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky stirred his instant noodles as he nonchalantly rolled the scroll wheel on his mouse, skimming over the forum posts. His eyes automatically highlighted that familiar ID “Peerless Cucumber.”
Vicious sniping that flowed like a running stream; a cucumber forged of iron. Even though this famous Lord Cucumber spewed criticism constantly and without end in “Great Master” Airplane’s comments sections, his subscription payments and demands for updates never waned. Because of this, “Great Master” Airplane had come to suspect that this person was a masochist.
“Very good, you have successfully attracted my attention.” Like some sort of domineering billionaire CEO, “Great Master” Airplane began to coolly review Cucumber-bro’s howling in the comments sections.
In the end, he concluded: This guy was just like a woman married to a disappointing husband; she itched to jump on his back to grab and shake him by the neck, filled with love and hate as she simultaneously kissed and spat on him. Peerless Cucumber was locked in precisely this type of conundrum, unable to extricate himself from following this novel while he cursed, “Why can’t I control this damn hand that just keeps clicking on the READ button?!”
“Your mouth says no, but your body says yes!” As “Great Master” Airplane delivered his final verdict, he smacked his computer table, howling with laughter.
This one smack was disastrous. His instant noodles toppled over, splashing all over his beloved, hardworking, and invaluable keyboard, drenching it in a thousand kilometers’ worth of spicy broth. Airplane turned pale with fright, quickly leaping up to rescue it. But he jumped too high and his foot caught on the power strip. With a crackle, his laptop screen went dark.
After this chain reaction wherein extreme joy turned to profound sorrow, Airplane’s face went deathly white.
WTFFFFF!
He had just been scrolling through the forums while downloading movies and typing away—his file had still been open! Fuck!
He couldn’t have lost today’s update just like that! He’d gotten to eight thousand words! Augh!
He subconsciously threw himself down next to the power strip, picking up the plug to shove it back in the socket—
Only to experience firsthand what could have been called “full-body electrocution, like lightning from the ninth heaven.”
— PART 2 —
“WHAT ARE YOU DAYDREAMING about, you moron?! Get to work!”
“Great Master” Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky spat out the green foxtail hanging from his lips with a “pah.”
Internally, he waved a thousand middle fingers and yelled a thousand words beginning with F at this fiendish An Ding Peak shixiong, but when he turned around, he wore a flowery smile. He plastered on the expression and flounced up to him, calling, “I’m coming!”
“All you do is slack off!” X-shixiong spat.
The older-than-average outer disciple Shang Qinghua, who currently occupied a seventeen-year-old body, looked around in all directions as he trailed behind the main team, who were unloading goods from the ship onto the docks.
Indeed, “Great Master” Airplane could now be referred to as Shang Qinghua.
That wretched reprobate from the stallion novel he had written with his own two hands, that treacherous spy who toiled assiduously for Mobei-Jun all his life, only to be thrown aside by his coldhearted
and unfeeling boss as soon as he lived out his use. That cannon fodder, that logistics guy—that Shang Qinghua.
Although, at this time, he was still an outer disciple who could be pushed around by everyone on An Ding Peak. He wasn’t yet head disciple, and he hadn’t changed his name to join the Qing generation.
An Ding Peak was, in itself, a very stifling sort of peak.
The peak lord was like the director of a housekeeping-services department: stifling. Even when leading disciples, he was like an unpaid hourly worker: also stifling. The outer disciples didn’t even bear mentioning. They were at the very lowest end of the food chain, the most stifling of the stifling. Everyone had huge reserves of pent-up anger. Those with more seniority bullied those with less; that was simply the routine state of things.
Shang Qinghua would occasionally utter a silent curse: Just you wait until I take the position of peak lord, just see if I don’t… Heh heh heh.
However, he swiftly extinguished these flights of vain fancy.