Go to Hell, White Lotus - Chapter 31 - Sun Moon Holy Cult is Happy

A demon phoenix cultivator died in the hands of his beloved and was merged with a young master with the same name. Their souls were fused and now, the new Feng Fei Yun is struggling to become stronger and survive in the human world.

Humans finally did it. They finally discovered Space teleportation technology!With space portals, transportation and space exploration became easier. It was finally the time when things were looking up for humanity.Until the gates to the Abyss were opened!Powerful beasts came into our world causing mass destruction and terrifying causalities.All seemed to be lost, but that was when the first mages were born. These were humans that could summon terrifying powers and control the elements.…Drake had been living his life as a regular human; a non-mage. However, even though he was a non-mage he had mastered every weapon. All of a sudden was attacked by a terrifying pain that made him think he was going to die. There was a crack in the seal!“You are a Mage!”He was shocked when he finally confirmed this statement....Name: Black DrakeAffinity: Cosmic EnergySkills:Libra constellationAbility’s: Eye of Order: Disperse, Invert order, All equal before orderVirgo constellationAbility’s: Stamina x10, Master of all Elements.Elements controlled: Barrier Energy, Mental energy, Healing energy, Radiant moon energy, Earth energy, Gravity Energy…Aquarius constellationAbility’s: Cosmic armor (Every attack received is like a drop of water disappearing into the sea of stars)Sagittarius constellationAbility: Accuracy (always hits target)Taurus constellationAbility: Rage (Attack Power x10)More…...Drake steps into the world of mages, with all kinds of powers.Vampires, Werewolves, Dragons, Magical beasts, Demons, Abyss Devils and more he will encounter them all.Drake must master his cosmic power and awaken his abilities to protect all that is dear to him together with his friends in this new world.

Mo Ran felt that taking Chu Wanning as his master was a mistake.

“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.