Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 68 - . Garbage mountain inside the gourd

Chapter 68: 68. Garbage mountain inside the gourd

The monks around also widened their eyes, seemingly unable to understand what had just happened.

Fang Zhou took the chance to turn around the mouth of the gourd and swoosh – absorbed all the monks into it at once.

While absorbing Hui Neng and the group of monks, Fang Zhou felt a cold sensation rushing from his body towards the gourd in his hand, being absorbed by it.

Although it didn’t absorb all the chill, it made Fang Zhou feel much better and not so cold.

All the monks were gone, leaving only Fang Zhou and Han Li looking at each other.

Han Li said with a strained voice, “This gourd… you can actually use it?”

Her voice was filled with grievance. If you could use it, why didn’t you use it earlier? We could’ve taken care of those female demons right away, but you had to wait until now.

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Fang Zhou felt a bit embarrassed and cleared his throat softly, “The timing wasn’t right; it would have been useless to use it earlier.”

Han Li seemed to not quite understand, but felt relieved. She thought that Fang Zhou definitely wasn’t the type to seek thrills; he must have had some kind of constraint on using it.

She felt that she only saw one layer of the reasoning, while Fang Zhou must have considered a five-layered strategy.

Such contests of wisdom were not something she could participate in.

After dealing with all the monks, Han Li helped Fang Zhou into the temple, where they boldly occupied Hui Neng’s meditation room.

Han Li busied herself, bringing Fang Zhou a large bucket of hot water, scarcely stopping short of helping him bathe and scrub his back.

However, by her demeanor, Fang Zhou guessed she would have been quite willing if he had asked.

Only after stripping and soaking in the hot water did the chill inside Fang Zhou’s body begin to subside, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

It was then that he had the leisure to study the gourd he held.

Although he was not yet clear why he could use the gourd now, Fang Zhou believed it was very likely related to his swallowing of the Golden Core.

He and the gourd had established a weak but clear connection, one like flesh and blood, but not the kind that one could grill.

Fang Zhou made a mark on a nearby candle, then closed his eyes and began to concentrate on feeling the gourd.

Almost instantly, he felt his consciousness enter an immensely vast space.

He didn’t know the size of this space and couldn’t see its boundaries, because it was filled with countless bizarre items—a massive amount of rocks, soil, trees, and various animal and human corpses, all piled up like a garbage mountain, yet without any foul smell.

Below seemed to be a steaming sea, filled with liquids of unknown composition, bubbling vigorously.

The steam resulted from the bubbles rose and floated in the air, eroding the garbage above which then dissolved into liquid, drop by drop, falling down. Thousands of drops of liquid joined together to form a heavy rain.

Fang Zhou realized that these piles of garbage must have been casually absorbed by the Seventh Brother of the gourd kids and were being refined by the gourd.

As for the effects of the refined liquid, that was yet to be known.

Now that he was here, he thought, one shouldn’t just leave – no, one should not leave a mountain of treasures empty-handed.

With such a large garbage mountain, who knows what treasures that Seventh Brother had absorbed were hidden inside; sometimes, trash picking could lead to riches.

And in addition, Fang Zhou wanted to retrieve his Evil Slaying Sword that had been sucked in as well.

But he soon gave up on searching, as the garbage mountain was simply too vast and large; he had no idea where his Evil Slaying Sword had fallen to.

After carefully sensing around, he instead sensed the group of monks that he had just absorbed.

Fang Zhou followed the sensation and quickly spotted the group of monks; they were all lying on the garbage mountain, immobile, with most of them still having their eyes open yet not even breathing.

Hui Neng was among them, his plump face still maintaining a fierce smile.

These monks were lying on the garbage mountain, below which the fog was corroding; it was unsure when it would be their turn.

Fang Zhou discovered that he could not only sense them but seemed to be able to control them as well.

No sooner had this thought occurred, the monks immediately flew up under Fang Zhou’s control.

He picked one of the monks and placed them outside the garbage mountain in the fog, and in a blink, the monk was completely corroded by the fog, with even their clothing disappearing, turning into a drop of liquid.

This was many times more fearsome than the toxicity of the miasma at the root of the Tree Demon; that miasma could only corrode flesh, and had no effect on inanimate objects like stones and earth, while the fog in this gourd seemed to be able to refine anything away.

Fang Zhou then picked another monk and tossed them directly into the hot sea below, corroded away by the fog before even getting close.

He threw the rest of the monks onto the garbage mountain and gazing at the continuous clusters of garbage mountains, he couldn’t help but sigh.

He had a suspicion in his heart that he could sense and control these monks, but not any other items, probably because these monks were absorbed by him, while other things were absorbed by Xiao Qi, hence he couldn’t control them.

If that was the case, then he would have to give up on finding his Evil Slaying Sword for the time being; who knows where it might have fallen.

However, if he was unable to control the things Xiao Qi absorbed, what about the fog?

Another idea surfaced in Fang Zhou’s mind; he tried to control the fog, and following his thoughts, part of the fog drifted over. Under his control, the fog sometimes formed an ‘S’, sometimes a ‘B’, and even formed an Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon with high fidelity.

Fang Zhou controlled the fog to corrode the garbage mountain, and indeed the speed was many times faster.

He played around for a while before stopping and then exited the gourd, returning his consciousness to his body.

After coming out, Fang Zhou looked at the burning candle; the mark he made had barely moved, meaning that less than half a minute had passed in reality, yet he had stayed in the gourd space for at least half an hour.

The flow of time in both places was completely different; time in the gourd space flowed so slowly, and yet there was still so much garbage that hadn’t been corroded away, revealing how much garbage Xiao Qi had absorbed over the years.

While researching the gourd, Fang Zhou took a bath, and before long, the hot water began to cool down, chilled by the coldness emanating from his body.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and Han Li called from outside, “Sir, would you like some hot water added?”

“Come in.”

Of course, she was very grateful for Fang Zhou’s trust, and so she would never make any untoward advances towards him.