Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 126 - . The Value of Free Labor

Chapter 126: 126. The Value of Free Labor

After successfully making their purchases, Fang Zhou and Yu Qing left the Heavenly Sword Peak. As they left, they did not see Xuan Ling, and Fang Zhou could not find a chance to explain to her.

Upon returning to Yujian Peak, Fang Zhou said goodbye to Yu Qing and took the opportunity to thank her, acknowledging that without her guidance he would have had to go down the mountain to make the purchases himself.

“It’s just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning.”

Yu Qing did not care about such minor matters, but as she saw Fang Zhou about to leave, she hesitated with unspoken words.

Fang Zhou asked curiously, “Is there something else?”

Yu Qing then whispered, “Taoist Fang, you mentioned earlier that both the Hu Family of Qingde City and the monks of Lanruo Temple were wiped out overnight. Who was responsible for this?”

Damn, I thought you were going to ask about something significant, but you’re asking about this?

You really held on until now to ask.

Fang Zhou looked around cautiously, then leaned in and said, “I’ll tell you, but you must not tell anyone else.”

Because he was so close, Fang Zhou’s breath nearly sprayed on Yu Qing’s ear.

Her delicate ear twitched, and Yu Qing instinctively wanted to move away, but she held back.

However, her ears gradually turned red.

Fang Zhou did not notice these reactions; he just mysteriously said, “It was the Xuanji Sect.”

“What?!”

Yu Qing was shocked. The Xuanji Sect, although slightly inferior to the Heavenly Sword Sect, was still a major and reputable sect in Jingnan State, also part of the righteous path. Could they really commit such an atrocity as wiping out entire clans?

If it weren’t for the fact that Fang Zhou was known to be reputable in the righteous sects, and also currently regarded with high favor, Yu Qing would not have believed it.

“Shh! Keep your voice down.”

Fang Zhou hurriedly hushed, “I only heard some rumors, there’s no direct evidence. It might just be something done secretly by disciples of the Xuanji Sect without the sect’s knowledge. These are all unconfirmed matters, and you must not spread rumors.”

Seeing Fang Zhou making excuses for the Xuanji Sect, Yu Qing felt that Fang Zhou was very rational and objective, and not someone who blindly believed in rumors.

She solemnly said, “Don’t worry, Taoist Fang, I won’t spread it around.”

Fang Zhou then patted Yu Qing’s shoulder and said, “Then I’ll be heading back now, let’s visit the restroom together when free.”

Yu Qing smiled, “No need for restroom visits, safe travels, Taoist Fang. Feel free to visit me anytime if needed.”

Fang Zhou then mounted the Xuanyuan Sword and flew toward the sea of clouds.

Watching Fang Zhou’s receding figure, Yu Qing made a silent resolution in her heart.

With such an extraordinary talent and extensive knowledge, as well as a peaceful disposition, Taoist Fang should not be pushed away.

If Moon Viewing Peak were forcibly demolished a month later, even at the risk of punishment, she would plead with her master to shelter him.

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Of course, Fang Zhou was unaware that Yu Qing was already thinking of taking him in should he find himself without a home.

If he knew, he would definitely scoff at the notion, thinking, “I’m not some homeless stray dog that needs adopting by a little girl.”

When Fang Zhou returned to Moon Viewing Peak, he saw a pile of high-quality paper and several buckets of ink in front of the straw hut.

These papers were much smoother, thicker, and whiter than ordinary paper, almost comparable to the regular paper from his previous life.

But the price was also very expensive, cut to the size of newspapers at fifty wen each.

With one tael of silver, he could only buy twenty sheets, but Wei Yuanling gave him a discount, selling twenty-two for one tael.

Fang Zhou purchased fifty thousand sheets in one go, enough to bury him.

Turning these fifty thousand sheets into newspapers would be far from enough even in a year, let alone a month.

But Fang Zhou had a special method, not even a month was needed, a few days would be enough.

He picked up the gourd, sucked all the paper and ink into it, then returned to the bamboo hut by the waterfall, found a comfortable position to sit cross-legged, and immersed his consciousness into the gourd.

Although the inside of the gourd hasn’t completely changed its shape, it was gradually transforming.

Under Fang Zhou’s orders, the gourd children kept picking up garbage, sorting it, picking out potentially useful items, and refining the useless objects in the mist.

They also built themselves several large houses using the wood, stones, and mud sorted from the garbage mountain, so they no longer needed to sleep on the garbage mountain.

The sorted useful garbage had piled up into a small hill, containing various bottles, pots, or weapons and armor, which Fang Zhou had no time to inspect.

He only occasionally entered the gourd during this period; originally, he had agreed to let a gourd child out every day, but the forceful demolition had been delayed.

The gourd children didn’t hold any grudges, probably because they didn’t believe he would keep his promise.

When Fang Zhou entered, the gourd children didn’t pay him any attention; several days had passed outside, but a long time had passed inside the gourd, and the gourd children had already accepted the reality and silently continued working.

Even the youngest Zi Wen just glared fiercely at Fang Zhou without causing trouble.

When Fang Zhou asked Ling Xiaoyue to refine the gourd for him, Zi Wen, who lost her treasure, cried incessantly, as she could no longer control the gourd at all.

Not every gourd child ignored Fang Zhou, though. The eldest, Hong Tang, stopped her work to greet him: “Do you need something?”

Her attitude was neither cold nor hot, and the initial hidden hostility had become increasingly rare.

Fang Zhou nodded at her and said, “Put aside your current work, I have an urgent task for you.”

Hearing it was an urgent task, Hong Tang’s expression became serious, and she turned back to gather her sisters.

Fang Zhou found the white paper and ink he had just absorbed, and by the time he returned, the seven gourd children had already assembled.

Having been picking up garbage for so long, although the gourd children were not slack in their duties, they were quite bored; now, hearing about the urgent task made them immediately interested.

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Could it be that he was preparing to take them out to kill and plunder treasures? Or maybe slaying monsters would suffice.

But seeing the stack of paper next to Fang Zhou, the gourd children were a bit dumbfounded, except for the second child Cheng Xing, who showed some interest.

Fang Zhou didn’t waste words and simply slapped the pile of paper next to him: “I want to run a newspaper. You don’t need to know what a newspaper is, just know it means paper filled with writing. I’ll turn all these papers into ones filled with writing, and that’s also your job.”

Hong Tang blinked her beautiful eyes, completely confused: “But, apart from our second sister, none of us can write.”

“You don’t need to know how to write, just follow my instructions,” Fang Zhou replied.

He pointed at Cheng Xing: “Second child, come here.”

Cheng Xing protested discontentedly, “I’m not called ‘second child’.”

But she obediently walked over. From the moment Fang Zhou mentioned starting a newspaper, her eyes had lit up, clearly knowing what a newspaper was.

Fang Zhou handed her the brush and inkstone: “Write down all the characters you know on the paper, arrange them in lines, each character as small as a fly’s head, evenly spaced.”

This action was merely an instinctive move by Fang Zhou; unexpectedly, it all fit in, and he almost swooped his hand in too, leaving Fang Zhou flabbergasted.

Damn, this second child is really something, so grandly hidden.

He must find out more about her.

However, Cheng Xing didn’t realize she had been taken advantage of. She pulled out the brush and inkstone, running joyfully to one side.

She was a gourd child who loved to learn, and had long been itching to write.

Fang Zhou snapped back to his senses and instructed the eldest, Hong Tang, to lead the rest of the gourd children to the garbage mountain to dig out some yellow clay.

Once the yellow clay was dug up, under Fang Zhou’s direction, the fifth child Qing Lan spit water on the mud, and the gourd children started to play with the mud, creating block after block of mud boards, which were then dried by the fourth child Lu Rong with fire.

Then the third child Huang Lian used her delicate skin to polish these mud boards until they were smooth as mirrors.

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PS: Didn’t expect such a huge reaction from you guys to chapter 125; I just wanted to play around with the cross-server chat gimmick, but since you all don’t like it, I’ll modify it. If you have any comments, please raise them in the comment section or in this chapter, and I’ll take them into account.