The Gourd Immortal of the City

This is unbearable, it's so formulaic! Having a penis makes him a troublemaker. Before he started cultivating, everyone around him was just an ordinary person. But as soon as the protagonist begins cultivating, even the dishwasher becomes a Golden Immortal playing in the mortal world, and even a petty thug becomes a master of innate cultivation. How are the other ordinary people supposed to survive?!

Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers, seven flowers on one vine. Little vine, that's my home, la la la la. Ding dang dang dong dong dang dang, little vine, ding dang dang dong dong dang dang, that's my home, la la la la. Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers, seven brothers. Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers, seven brothers on one vine. Unafraid of wind and rain, la la la la.

I've already written the last part, just needing an epilogue to explain some of the later events and make it more complete. I'll just consider the ending as the Demon God about to face its greatest blow. It's been so heart-wrenching.