Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 41 - : I want to write on her legs
Chapter 41: I want to write on her legs
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Fang Zhou had made up his mind to teach Ling Xiaoyue a lesson, lest she always disappear at crucial moments.
He couldn’t believe that he couldn’t make this woman feel a bit of pain, even with his full strength.
His fingers pinched on Ling Xiaoyue’s calf, feeling like he had grabbed a piece of warm, fragrant soft jade, tender and silky smooth, with an excellent touch.
The force of his fingers seemed to disappear into the sea like a clay ox—gone in an instant.
Ling Xiaoyue picked up a wine pot and lightly tapped it on Fang Zhou’s head, “Put more effort, Disciple. You still want to compete with me for dinner, why do you look so weak and powerless?”
Fang Zhou gritted his teeth, circulating the Qi Gathering Technique. Spiritual Energy surged again into his fingers; this time, he tried twisting, hoping to make her leg turn dark blue.
Ling Xiaoyue reminded him, “Hey, this amount of force is about right, a little higher up.”
Fang Zhou still didn’t believe it. He moved both hands, pinching and twisting on Ling Xiaoyue’s calf, wishing he could even use his teeth to bite her leg.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he exerted himself, the force of his hands would vanish upon contacting Ling Xiaoyue’s calf, turning into just the right amount of massage pressure.
Ling Xiaoyue hummed comfortably, stretching her long legs straight, her toes fidgeting restlessly inside her shoes.
Seeing her enjoying it, Fang Zhou could only give up, glaring harshly at her, “Tell me, did you catch that ghost?”
Ling Xiaoyue hummed, “Didn’t catch it. To correct, that might not be a ghost but a demon cultivated from a beast, heading towards the old site of Lanruo Temple. That place is strange.”
Hearing Ling Xiaoyue’s words, Fang Zhou immediately stopped and exchanged a look with Han Li.
So it wasn’t a ghost but a demon. Could it be that Monk Hui Neng was lying? Or did she also not recognize it, thus mistaking it for a ghost?
Fang Zhou said to Ling Xiaoyue, “You missed another monster; why not check out the old site of Lanruo Temple?”
Fang Zhou wasn’t sure about Ling Xiaoyue’s real combat abilities, but he knew she had a weakness: allowing enemies to escape, always unable to catch up, or perhaps uninterested in pursuing.
The master and disciple duo had been together for a long time. Ling Xiaoyue knew what he meant by ‘missing a monster’. Since the night at the Land God Temple, Fang Zhou had been constantly nagging in her ear about how she ‘attracted and let monsters go’, which was unhelpful.
Suddenly annoyed, Ling Xiaoyue retorted, “You know nothing; as a master, I’m playing a long game, fishing for big fish. The Secret Treasure isn’t revealed yet. If master recklessly enters the old site of Lanruo Temple, wouldn’t it scare the snake in the grass?”
Occasionally, she could say something reasonable, leaving Fang Zhou speechless. He could only request, “Next time you do something, can’t you give me a hint? You always disappear at crucial moments.”
Ling Xiaoyue argued righteously, “As my disciple, you should have the ability to adapt. You always depend on me for everything; I’m not your mother, I have no milk for you.”
Han Li couldn’t hold back and chuckled on the side.
Embarrassed, Fang Zhou realized that he was too dependent on Ling Xiaoyue, always subconsciously looking for her whenever something happened.
Seeing Fang Zhou out of responses, Ling Xiaoyue had a victorious expression, lifting her foot forward, “Keep massaging, Disciple. Your master is not yet satisfied.”
“Massage your head!”
Fang Zhou shoved Ling Xiaoyue’s long leg away, turning back to his room, secretly swearing that one day he would inscribe ‘rectitude’ all over her legs to avenge today’s grievances.
Returning to his room, Fang Zhou calmed his emotions and then continued with his cultivation.
He needed to become stronger quickly, rid himself of dependence on Ling Xiaoyue, and not always rely on her. In crucial moments, he had to depend on himself.
Tonight, disrupted by the ghost-like demon, time had already passed significantly by the time Fang Zhou was immersed in his cultivation practice, and before he knew it, it was already the next morning. Han Li had come over to call him for breakfast.
Breakfast was still in the food hall, the monks had not yet come for their morning prayers, and only a few others had arrived, sitting sparsely.
The events of last night had left them all frightened, and even in broad daylight, their expressions were cautious.
Looking at these people, Fang Zhou had a doubt in his heart, based on Han Li’s judgment that these people were at most in the Qi Refinement Realm, why would they dare to seek a Secret Treasure?
The abilities of someone in the Qi Refinement Realm were limited to physical prowess; they couldn’t even make use of Spiritual Energy for materialization or emitting it externally. Frankly speaking, they were merely somewhat more advanced pawns, yet these pawns dared to join in the fray, clearly unaware of their proper place.
Although Fang Zhou was also a pawn in the Qi Refinement Realm, it was not by his own choice; he was dragged here by Ling Xiaoyue, so that didn’t count.
Since arriving at Lanruo Temple, this question had troubled Fang Zhou, and ultimately, it was Han Li who clarified it for him.
This was actually the survival status at the bottom of the Cultivation World, where solitary cultivators struggled with low realms, no sect or school backing them, and most solitary cultivators lacked a complete technique inheritance. They could only rely on fortunate encounters and treasure hunts for breakthrough opportunities.
Moreover, the so-called Secret Treasures were mostly unremarkable; disciples from Major Sects and powerful solitary cultivators disdain such treasures. Only those cultivators of lower realms would swarm to them like jackals drawn to rotting meat.
Of course, there were exceptions. Some disciples from Major Sects would occasionally participate in these low-level treasure disputes during their travels. With their robust techniques and sharp combat skills, they often become the protagonists in these battles, easily defeating all rivals, seizing the treasure, acquiring handsome men and followers, and then departing triumphantly, leaving a group of envious and jealous solitary cultivators behind.
If the treasures were of high quality, then more people would vie for them, like the Black Jiao Cave incident Han Li had experienced before, where several smaller sects and cultivator families joined forces to hunt for treasures, including several experts in the Innate Realm.
Right now, the people who came to Lanruo Temple to hunt for treasure seemed to be in the Qi Refinement Realm at first glance, but there might be some hiding in the Foundation Establishment Realm among them; this kind of deception was not uncommon.
After hearing Han Li’s explanation, Fang Zhou couldn’t help but feel emotional about how extremely harsh the living environment in the Cultivation World was. Solitary cultivators struggled and hustled but could not measure up to even a single finger of a Sect’s disciple, who in turn was suppressed by the genius disciples and unable to make their mark, while those genius disciples, because of their high profile, were also prone to rapid downfalls.
Comparisons are daunting. Before, Fang Zhou felt that encountering a unreliable person like Ling Xiaoyue was terribly unlucky, but now he instead felt fortunate to have met her, as if he was incredibly lucky.
In the future, he might as well be nicer to her; after all, she was technically his master, and respecting one’s mentor is a virtue.
As Fang Zhou was reevaluating his attitude towards Ling Xiaoyue, she, who was basking in the sun on a tree canopy, suddenly sneezed and rubbed her nose: “Who is thinking badly about me?”
After breakfast, Fang Zhou toured Lanruo Temple to familiarize himself with the layout, to avoid any awkward encounters with Monk Hui Neng giving blessings.
After touring, Fang Zhou returned to his room and once again plunged into cultivation, not wanting to waste a single minute.
Moreover, cultivation was actually not tedious for him; as long as he routinely circulated the Spiritual Energy through the Circulation, his consciousness would enter an indescribable state where both mind and body felt comfortably warm, completely unaware of the passing of time.
After waking up and having lunch, Fang Zhou continued to cultivate diligently until evening, earning some admiration from Han Li as she usually only cultivated half of the day and spent the rest practicing swordsmanship and physical movements.
After dinner at the hour of You, just as Fang Zhou was about to continue cultivating, a breathless young monk came running to inform him and Han Li: “The seven-colored rosy clouds have appeared.”
Fang Zhou hurriedly called out to Ling Xiaoyue on the tree.
Ling Xiaoyue’s voice came down: “No need to shout; your master has already seen it.”
Right, she was on a locust tree, higher than the entire Lanruo Temple and even the Treasure Viewing Platform, naturally, she could see the seven-colored rosy clouds.
Without waiting for her, Fang Zhou and Han Li hastily headed to the Treasure Viewing Platform.
When the two reached the Treasure Viewing Platform, the place was already brightly lit, and the solitary cultivators had gathered. At this moment, no one cared whether they had elite seats or ordinary seats set by Monk Hui Neng; they all climbed onto the platform.
Fang Zhou and Han Li exchanged glances and also quickly climbed onto the large wooden platform, which thankfully was big enough to accommodate so many people.
Upon reaching the top, Fang Zhou immediately saw the Legendary seven-colored rosy clouds.
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