The "Strongest" Interstellar Adventurer

There is a legend in the universe about the greatest adventurer, a man "eight feet tall, with a leopard's head and ring-shaped eyes, a swallow's jaw and tiger's whiskers, a voice like rolling thunder and a stride like a galloping horse." They say this adventurer had immeasurable wealth, and hid all his riches on an unknown island. They say he was brave, handsome, and romantic. But could this timid-looking little guy really be the legendary adventurer? "I-I-I... I'll give you whatever you want! Just don't kill me!" He covered his head. "..." A glare. "Eep, eep, eep." He crouched in a corner. "Take him back." He summoned his underlings. "W-What are you doing?" He struggled for dear life. "You'll be my bride." He seemed pleased, and said it with a perfectly straight face. "Σ(?д?lll)" CP: A batshit-crazy space-pirate boss top x a goofy, ridiculously lucky adventurer bottom Please leave comments! Please click! Comments and bookmarks motivate the author to keep updating! Please share lots of suggestions! Shamelessly advertising my new story. Here's the link: http://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=2571455 And here's the blurb: Dad's a monk, Mom's a shaman, and Uncle's a Daoist priest. Does that mean I have to grow up to be someone extraordinary? At the very least, I should be someone who can tear through the void. That's what young Dao Xiuyi thought. Instead, his father, who had returned to secular life, mercilessly flicked him on the forehead. "You? The most you could do is set up a little stall outside a temple and tell fortunes." Xiuyi ran to his mother in tears to complain. His mother, as gentle as a Yamato Nadeshiko, touched the swelling on his forehead. "Dear, this is our child!" Xiuyi, who had thought she'd stand up for him, clung to his shaman mother's leg. "Little Xiuyi doesn't even have spiritual power. How could he tell fortunes?" "I'm running away from home. Don't stop me." Little Xiuyi grabbed his uncle's robe and marched toward the door without looking back. "If you're running away, then run. Don't pull on my robe. Those things are expensive now." His Daoist uncle pried the little one's hands loose, then tenderly patted his white robe. So young Dao Xiuyi decided to study hard. "When I grow up, I'll find a master who's better than all of you, and then I'll beat every one of you up." Dao Xiuyi had lofty ambitions. And so... "I'm not human. I can't teach you!" A certain demon blade tried desperately to make that clear. "Master, please accept me as your disciple." He prostrated himself. "Stop embarrassing me!" Another demon blade started dragging him away.