Bone Painting Coroner - Chapter 727 - Dream On!

My name is Qi Yuan, I am a time traveler and became the senior brother of Qise Peak.

I have a game jade slip that can connect to the heavens.

My eyes can see hidden information.

[This is an ordinary grass, but three days ago, Lord Kumu and Empress Dashang had a tryst there. 】

[Her name is Ruan Yixi. She may be your beautiful master on the surface, but she may actually be your wife. 】

[This is the way of heaven in the world, and it is the best spiritual creature to build the foundation of the way of heaven. 】

[This is a planet without life, maybe it can be refined into your golden elixir. 】

As a result, my path to immortality gradually became strange.

“Tiandao? Isn’t this the spiritual creature that builds the foundation of Tiandao?”

“There are so many desolate planets, let’s refine them into golden elixirs!”

Build the foundation with the way of heaven and refine the stars into golden elixir.

My name is Qi Yuan, the origin of all things!

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My name is Jiang Lingsu. I joined Qise Peak with an ulterior motive. My senior brother has a problem with his head.

He doesn’t do his job properly, doesn’t like to practice, and is addicted to simulation games.

Senior Brother said, “Games are cultivation, and games can also create the world.”

One day, there was an extra sun in the sky.

I asked the senior brother what it was.

The senior brother said: “That is my golden elixir!”

This book is also called “Cultivation of Immortality: The Heavens in Jade Slips” and “The Golden Pill I Knotted is the Planet”.

- Description from novelbuddy

The male lead is devoted, the female lead is passionate, childhood sweethearts, everyday family matters, the ordinary daily life of nurturing a wife.

An ultimate warrior, the one and only Alchemy Emperor, Ling Han, died in his quest to achieve godhood. Ten thousands years later, he, with the ‘Invincible Heaven Scroll’, was reborn in the body of a young man with the same name. From then on, winds and clouds moved as he set himself against the uncountable geniuses of this new era. His path of becoming a legend has begun once more. Of all eras underneath the heavens, I am the strongest!

“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.