Chapter 89 Extra: The Adventures of Shooting Down a Plane 2

10#

Does anyone like Master Yue? I love gentle and mild-mannered men, *sobs*, just passing by.

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It's boring. It's not as good as "Immortal XX War," it's far inferior. That's what a true cultivation novel should be.

12#

It's fun to criticize one person while praising another, isn't it? Hehe.

13#

The fact that Brother Cucumber from 9l wrote such a long review for the "poisonous weed" is definitely a testament to his true love.

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Reply to 13l: Haha, I dare not accept this. Here's the original quote back to you. Aren't there enough arrogant book fans jumping around and attacking other books already? Want me to go through the records, find screenshots, and throw them in your face?

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Reply to 10l: Does anyone like Master Yue? *sobs* Just passing by.

Hey, grab that girl on the tenth floor! She's a girl, right?! I love the sect leader too! I love him so much! ☆\(￣▽￣)/★ Unconditional pampering is just too cute! (w`) It's a pity he ended up with such a reckless junior brother, it was such a tragic ending…

16#

Shen Qingqiu is a despicable scumbag, no explanation needed! My god, how can someone like this 15L actually find him lovable?

I always felt it was such a pity that the Hundred Battles Peak Master died so young. It would have been so romantic if someone like Feiji Juju, who is naturally into BL, had written about it.

17#

The information in the previous posts is overwhelming. I'm wondering if the [Thunderous Rolling] forum has been hacked by some strange person?

18# [Peerless Cucumber]

Calm down, upstairs. There are plenty of girls on this forum who are into green-themed stuff.

19#

Brother Cucumber is definitely a true fan, but his criticism here isn't as fierce as in the book review section. Not vicious enough, thumbs down.

20#

The arrogant fans are at it again, I see this book everywhere, it's disgusting. This book is utterly unworthy of this level of hype, I don't believe they didn't hire trolls.

twenty one#

Reply to 4th floor: Who are you calling an idiot? That's really low quality.

What a joke! Elementary school students who love reading trashy books like "Arrogance" have the nerve to talk about manners. Nobody's as ill-mannered as you.

twenty two#

It's ridiculous to start a blanket attack because of just one or two people. And here comes the 20L hype argument again. Putting everything else aside, just look at the update frequency: 10,000 words a day, and a whopping 25,000 words on weekends—how many people can do that? Okay, let's put the quality issue aside for now.

twenty three#

I wrote a fanfic about Bing Ge x Scumbag Chen _(:3)∠)_ I don't know if anyone wants to read it. Falling for an unpopular pairing feels like reaching the Arctic, it's so painful. Trying to find a pairing in a fanfic about the endgame was just asking for trouble.

twenty four#

Hey girl who writes fanfiction, don't go! Is she the one with the eighth letter in her name?! Please!

25#

The author is terrible at writing romance; it would have been better not to include it at all. I think Luo Binghe has no feelings for any of his wives; he only uses them.

26#

I just want to take all the girls; whether or not I have feelings for them doesn't matter.

26# [Peerless Cucumber]

Are you kidding me, 25th floor? You want me to stop writing about harems? Two-thirds of this book would be gone by then.

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While stirring his instant noodles with his legs crossed, "Sky-High Airplane" calmly scrolled through posts, automatically highlighting the familiar ID "Peerless Cucumber" in his eyes.

This famous Cucumber Brother often rants and rave in his book review section, but his subscriptions and requests for more updates never seem to diminish, so he suspects that this person is a masochist.

Brother Cucumber's rant in the book review section gave him this feeling: it was like a woman who married a good-for-nothing husband, as irritable as if she were on her period every day, wanting to straddle him, choke him, and shake him, kissing and spitting at him with a mix of love and hate. He was irresistibly drawn in, yet simultaneously disgusted by "why couldn't I control my daring hand from clicking to read!"

"The words are offensive to the integrity of the body!"

Airplane Chicory has made his conclusion, hahaha, I slapped my computer desk and laughed uncontrollably.

This slap had serious consequences. The instant noodles spilled, splashing all over his beloved, hardworking keyboard. The spicy broth gushed out, and the man, startled, jumped up to try and salvage the situation. He jumped too high and tripped over the power strip, causing his laptop screen to go black with a snap.

After a series of tragic revelations, the man who masturbated turned pale.

ffffffff!

He was browsing forums and typing documents at the same time, and he even had "Holy crap, is this going to break down like this?" on his phone. He'd already written 8,000 words in today's update!

I personally experienced what it means to be "electrified by lightning from the heavens".

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"What are you thinking, you idiot! Get back to work!"

The airplane spat out the foxtail grass it had been holding in its mouth.

He mentally gave the fierce-looking senior brother from An Ding Peak a thousand middle fingers and a thousand F-words, then turned around with a beaming smile and shamelessly went to greet him: "Coming!"

Senior Brother X spat out, "All you do is slack off!"

Shang Qinghua, a seventeen-year-old outer disciple, slowly followed the main group to unload the cargo from the ship at the dock, while looking around curiously.

Yes, the man who masturbated became Shang Qinghua.

In the harem novel he wrote himself, Shang Qinghua is a despicable villain and treacherous spy who works diligently for Mobei Jun all his life, only to be used and discarded by his ruthless boss.

No, at this time, he was still an outer disciple on Anding Peak who could be bullied by everyone. He was not the chief disciple and had not changed his name to enter the Qing generation.

An Ding Peak is inherently a very frustrating peak. The peak master himself is like the director of a housekeeping service center, feeling frustrated; his disciples are like unpaid hourly workers, also feeling frustrated; and the outer disciples, needless to say, are at the very bottom of the food chain, feeling even more frustrated than before. Everyone is hot-tempered, and it's common for senior members to bully junior members.

Shang Qinghua would occasionally mutter to himself, "Just wait until I become the peak master, you'll see what happens to me... hehe!"

However, he quickly extinguished this delusion himself.

Think about it: sitting on the throne of the peak master = having the support of the demon realm = Mo Bei Jun is the boss = final ending: being used and then discarded by the boss, and dying a horrible death.

Obviously, it's not worth it!

If things went according to Shang Qinghua's wishes, he would strip off his clothes, pack his bedding, and flee the Cangqiong Mountain Sect, escaping the cultivation world for a life of free poverty. Based on the vast amount of information he had gathered while writing his transmigration harem novel (such as how to make soap, glass, and an abacus), he believed he could live a smooth and prosperous life. He Houhua!

[Violation, points deducted.]

It's one thing to transmigrate into the harem novel I wrote, but why am I not the protagonist?

Not being the main character is one thing, but why does he have some weird system?!

It's all the fault of the person who started the thread; without the pinching, there would have been no harm! And that amazing cucumber!

Shang Qinghua loaded the heavy boxes of books from the ship onto a cart, harnessed the horses, and continued to brood over his resentment.

In cultivation novels, such trivial matters as transporting goods should be handled with a simple wave of the arm. In the end, it's all his own fault. Of all the bad luck, he wrote a low-magic setting, where even the laborers had to do the hard work diligently, and in the end, he still dug his own grave.

Okay, what he really meant was: Qingjingfeng is a fucking pain!

They're the most capable of handling things! Helping the fairies and maidens of Fairy Peak transport clothes and such is tiring, but at least it's heartwarming. The hardship is physical, but the joy is in the heart. What's the point of being a porter for Tranquil Peak?!

Every time they make a purchase, hundreds of kilograms of books are transported, forcing these men from Anding Peak to huff and puff as they descend the mountain to fetch them, and then huff and puff as they carry them back up the peak. Meanwhile, these men, with their bottoms glued to their chairs and fingers never leaving the strings, simply sit and wait for the delivery to come to their door.

My cold-hearted brother-in-law, if you're so capable, come down the mountain and get it yourself!

The other outer disciples were also complaining: "Those disciples from Qingjing Peak clearly look down on our Anding Peak. We still have to serve them like slaves every time."

Someone said indignantly, "Especially that Shen Qingqiu, he thinks too highly of himself, he's got eyes on the top of his head."

"Even if Xiu Yajian has some skill, this is still too arrogant."

"Heh, he even dares to provoke Junior Brother Liu, the chief of Hundred Battles Peak, so why would he take us nobodies seriously?"

"With Bai Zhanfeng's temper and Liu Qingge's temper, how come they didn't kill him?"

"How could that be? Do you think Senior Brother Yue would just stand by and do nothing? With him around, Junior Brother Liu would never be able to kill Shen Qingqiu."

A disciple who had also entered the Cangqiong Mountain sect at an advanced age said sourly, "I don't know how Shen Qingqiu, who joined the sect halfway through, was chosen as the chief disciple. They say he's on good terms with Senior Brother Yue, but I've never seen him go to Qiongding Peak, and when he sees Senior Brother Yue, he always has that fake, aloof face; but they don't seem to be bad people either."

Shang Qinghua remained silent, feeling stifled.

Ugh! I really want to gossip!!! I really want to throw all those plot outlines I wrote but never got around to in your faces!!! Nobody knows these old stories better than me!!!

The group's muttered complaints were filled with resentment, growing angrier with each word, a mixture of jealousy and hatred, and it was unclear who they were arguing with. Shang Qinghua, driving cautiously, would chuckle and brush off any attempts to engage with him, carefully avoiding a single word.

Don't be fooled by their current enthusiasm for complaining; they might secretly betray those they've been grumbling about today. A moment of indulgence might seem satisfying, but if someone reports you, and the disciples of another peak come after you, you'll be in deep trouble.

The road was full of potholes after the rain, and the wheels wobbled as they drove over them. During this moment of tilting, the system beeped with a notification:

[Mission in progress.]

Upon hearing this, Shang Qinghua's face scrunched up like a chrysanthemum.

He said with a forced smile, "System, aren't the messages you release a bit too brief and misleading? Could you at least explain what the task is? How do I prepare? What should I prepare? Can't you at least give me a hint?"

The system subtly replied: "You know what I mean."

Shang Qinghua: "..."

I don't understand!

At that moment, with a click, the cart suddenly stopped moving, as if it had been stuck on the ground by something.

The outer disciples and senior brothers on the carriage and following behind were jolted and swayed from side to side. Already short-tempered, they immediately slammed their fists on the pole and cursed, "Idiots! You can't even drive a carriage properly! Move along, what are you doing stopping!"

Shang Qinghua didn't know why the car suddenly got stuck. Puzzled, he jumped out of the car, took a look, and was immediately terrified.

The wheel couldn't move because it got stuck in a puddle or puddle on the ground. The water in the puddle had frozen, freezing the wooden wheel solid.

An invisible chill permeated the surrounding air.

Winter was cold, but Shang Qinghua's heart was even colder. He shivered as he looked up.

A figure draped in a black cloak was slowly approaching. Tall and slender, it vaguely resembled a young boy.

System: [Current enemy's rage level: 500. Mission objective: Survive.]

[That concludes the instructions. Good luck!]