The Journey of Immortal Cultivation - Chapter 97 - 78: Stone Cave in the Rain (First of ten consecutive updates 6)

The Su Family, the richest in town, suddenly has a three-year-old cherub! Everyone thought this toddler is the illegitimate daughter of Su Qi, the notorious playboy of the entertainment circle, only to find the seven Su brothers kneeling and calling her auntie!All of North City was laughing themselves to death: What use does your auntie have besides drinking milk? Mine can at least do embroidery for me.Su Qi: Embroidery? My auntie can catch ghosts, demons, and zombies, talents that attract everyone's attention. Can your auntie do that?Su Liu: My auntie can chase airplanes with a flying sword, can your auntie do that?Su Wu: My auntie can cure diseases with the Thirteen Ghost Gate Acupuncture, can your auntie do that?Su Si: My auntie can do a quintuple jump in figure skating, can your auntie do that?Su San: My auntie can easily get a pentakill in games, can your auntie do that?Su Er: My auntie wins awards in traditional Chinese painting, oil painting, and ink wash painting. Can your auntie do that?Su Da: My auntie helps my company make a billion a day, can your auntie do that?Later on, the little auntie of the Su Family grew up and quietly started a romance with her fair, skilled and childhood sweetheart. In unison, the seven sons of the Su Family roared: Stay away from our auntie!

In America in 1995, the flame of the Internet had just been ignited, mobile phones were still bricks, and Hollywood movies had not yet entered the era of special effects. All these will enter another era due to the appearance of Song Yang.

Some media exclaimed that he is a new generation of Howard Hughes, just like what Hughes did back then, leading the trend and making countless people crazy, and Song Yang was worse than the original Hughes, he changed. an era.

But for the media’s comments, Song Yang just left a sentence, “I’m just me, history will give the answer!”

- Description from novelbuddy

The unprecedented magician who will eat all the magic books of the world has appeared.

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.