(Note that this extra is Chapter 73 in the raws. The next chapter will continue the story. For now, enjoy this extra.)
A relatively reputable stallion novel writer.
A stallion novel writer who, even on the Zhongdian novel site with writing deities running all over the place and lesser writers sprouting up like grass on prime soil, was spoken of by others with some frequency.
That perseverance in cramming three years’ worth of work into one, releasing ten thousand words a day with expert speed and willpower, those periodic eight-chapter burst releases, that daring energy engulfing the whole country. To those writers who had followed the same path up from openly prostrating themselves on the streets, it was a legend only to be glimpsed but not attained, a myth that would take audiences but not demands.
Those harem episodes which had their integrity eaten by dogs, as well as those storylines which had their IQ eaten by dogs, merely signified the defining characteristics of his style enthusiastically discussed by his millions of readers.
Regarding his works, the most common assessment was: “A mindless book.1 Of course, it’s a mindless book! But what a satisfying read!”
That’s right, Airplane Flying Towards the Sky’s newest masterpiece, 《Proud Immortal Demon Way》, was that typical kind of novel with many haters but even more fans. This sort of plaything was collectively known to everyone as a red book with no reputation.2
The people who liked it loved it, and the people who hated it could stomp it into the shit and spit on it several times without satisfying their hatred. This type of controversial work would always be a prime breeding ground for people picking fights.
For example, right now, while Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky was mindlessly hammering out today’s new content, he opened up a certain well-known novel forum, ready to spout nonsense to freeload points. Hurriedly sweeping his eyes over the page, the first glance made him shudder, having landed on a trending post with an aggressive title bearing his pen name and the title of his book fiercely bobbing up and down on the home page.
This was not the first time he had been on the scene while people were fighting over his works. As always, Airplane Shooting Toward the Sky didn’t hesitate to join in on the excitement, gleefully clicking on the link.
Sure enough, it was a familiar recipe, familiar taste.
Anyways this book’s fans are very swift and fierce, I’d estimate they’re going to gang up on you soon, best of luck OP, I’ll send you a pot lid, I’m out.
I’ve never seen villains with a lower IQ than the ones in this book. The average cannon fodder has an IQ of 40 and the protagonists have an IQ of 60, it’s like the author went on a 24-hour face-slapping craze without losing steam. Most of the female protagonists are stupid flower vases, and you don’t even push down Liu Mingyan, the only righteous one? You don’t push down the righteous empress, are you fucking kidding me? Airplane, hand over the girlfriends, I’ll eat this book raw.
All my fellow readers have already roasted it for three hundred thousand words, so I’ll stop talking. In fact, the most interesting thing are the monsters of the Demon Realm, it’d be best if those were written about more. The rest is just throwing fifty sisters into the family, each one doesn’t even have a distinguishable personality. The writing style is so weird, each time a woman appears it’s “her soft chest trembled”, you could at least try a different phrase for shivering mud, a different word would be fine ah? Seriously, what substitute teacher taught Airplane literature in elementary school?
At least the portrayal of the male lead was alright, the transformation from innocent and upstanding to hateful and sinister was detailed and natural, debts of kindness and grudges were paid off, those who should have been killed were mercilessly killed. Seeing that sort of lovey-dovey male lead just makes me want to steal his girl. Bing-ge deserves that ‘ge’, he’s cool enough and blackened enough, I like it, haha!
Shen Qingqiu this cheap person doesn’t bear explaining.
I always felt it was a pity Bai Zhan Peak’s Peak Lord died that early, Airplane-juju just refused to write him, or else there would be more CPs to contend with.
You’re joking, the schoolkids who like to read rotten books like Proud Immortal have the nerve to talk about character. No one has as low a character as you.
PS: The sister on floor 24, beggars can’t be choosers…
Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky-juju, while stirring his instant noodles with one leg propped, nonchalantly rolled the scroll wheel on his mouse, skimming over the forum posts. His eyes automatically highlighted every message from that familiar ID Peerless Cucumber.
Black sniping like a running stream, a cucumber made of iron. Even though this famous lord cucumber would constantly spew criticism without end in his review sections, his subscriptions and urges for updates never slowed a bit. Because of this, he always suspected this person was a masochist.
“Very good, you have successfully attracted my attention.” Like some sort of tyrant chairman, Airplane-juju began to nonchalantly observe Cucumber bro’s bluster in the review sections.
In the end, he concluded: it’s just like if a woman was married to a disappointing husband, itching to ride on his back, grab him by the neck, and shake; kissing and spitting on him with mixed love and hate. Peerless Cucumber was locked in precisely this kind of inextricable chase while giving a loathing “Why can’t I control this damn author of the novel I chose to read!”
“An upright body with a mouth full of resentment!”
Airplane-juju laid down his final conclusion and smacked his computer table, howling with laughter.
This one smack was disastrous. The instant noodles toppled over, splashing all over his hard working and meritorious beloved keyboard, spicy broth flowing a thousand miles. Airplane turned pale with fright, quickly jumping 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 of extreme joy turning to sorrow, Airplane’s face was deathly white.
WTFFFFFF!
He was just scrolling forums while downloading movies and padding his word count, his file was still open! Fuck, he couldn’t have lost today’s update just like this, he’d gotten to 8000 ah!
He subconsciously threw himself down next to the power strip, picking up the wire to shove it back in the socket–
And experienced firsthand what could be called “electricity running through the whole body, godly thunder from the Ninth Heaven”.
