The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 117 - : Why should men make life difficult for other men?
Chapter 117: Why should men make life difficult for other men?
Fang Zhou disturbed the minds of these Heavenly Sword Sect disciples with just a single sentence.
Their thoughts wandered into the inappropriate, and their expressions turned somewhat sleazy, as if they had come not to demolish, but to patronize a brothel together.
“Silence!”
Wang Xiuzhu shouted the catchphrase of Elder Feng Qin to stop the whispering among his subordinates.
He glared at Fang Zhou and berated him: “Shameless scoundrel, how dare you resist enforcement! Don’t blame us for being merciless then. All disciples, on my command, take him down and lock him in the dungeon to await punishment.”
The spirits of the Heavenly Sword disciples were lifted as they each drew their Spirit Swords, swift as falcons and hares, and pounced towards Fang Zhou.
Fang Zhou didn’t summon the Xuanyuan Sword but instead grabbed the Sword Box to defend himself while silently deploying the Sword Control Technique.
Upon using the Sword Control Technique, Fang Zhou immediately felt a dozen responses, all coming from the Spirit Swords in the hands of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples.
Indeed, although these Spirit Swords belonged to the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples, they could still be sensed and even forcibly controlled by Fang Zhou’s Sword Control Technique.
No wonder the Sword Control Technique, notoriously difficult to master, was so domineering that it could even cuck someone with their own sword.
Could the creator of this technique have been a perv?
Leveraging his physical attributes that far surpassed those of both the Qi Refining Realm and Foundation Establishment Realm, Fang Zhou was able to fend off the assault from the dozen Heavenly Sword Sect disciples with just the Sword Box. If necessary, he could easily knock them all to the ground, but there’s an almost ironclad rule that beating the lesser ones would bring out the greater ones, and since Fang Zhou couldn’t deal with those old fogeys for now, he had to pretend to be weak.
Most of these dozen disciples were female, who showed no intention of fighting Fang Zhou to the death, as after all, Wang Xiuzhu’s order was to capture, not to kill.
Moreover, facing such a beauty, they subconsciously didn’t want to harm him.
However, among the dozen disciples, there was also a male disciple who, perhaps because of the bad influence of the foot-scratching man, was particularly ruthless towards Fang Zhou, with his Spirit Sword continuously greeting Fang Zhou’s face.
Ah, why should men make things difficult for each other?
Fang Zhou carelessly swung the Sword Box, smashing it into the male disciple’s face, causing it to blossom with injuries.
See, that’s karma for you.
But the male disciple’s karmic retribution also incited the vengeance of the other female disciples, making their attacks more fierce, although to no avail.
At the beginning, Wang Xiuzhu was casually watching from the sidelines, envisioning the scene where Fang Zhou would be captured and beg for mercy.
But gradually, his expression turned solemn, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Fang Zhou.
Although there’s a significant gap between the Qi Refining Realm and the Foundation Establishment Realm, it’s not so vast that one can disregard numbers; a solitary individual at the Foundation Establishment Realm against a siege of a dozen or so at the Qi Refining Realm would surely be in a sorry state.
Yet, here was Fang Zhou, withstanding the encirclement of over a dozen Perfect Qi Refining disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect with apparent ease, defending himself impeccably without even a corner of his clothes being touched.
This surprised Wang Xiuzhu. He had been informed that there was only a young man at the Qi Refinement level on Moon Viewing Peak. Could he be so formidable?
After observing for a while, he felt relieved, noting that the youth hadn’t launched a single attack from start to finish and was purely on the defensive, which suggested his cultivation method was tailored this way.
However, it was embarrassing for Wang Xiuzhu that over a dozen Perfect Qi Refining fellows couldn’t take down an enemy of the same realm. It was humiliating.
These were his subordinates, after all, and being defeated like this would be the butt of jokes among his peers.
“They’re all a bunch of useless fools.”
Wang Xiuzhu snorted coldly, and his jade bracelet transformed into a green Spirit Sword.
Holding the Spirit Sword, he joined the fray, charging straight towards Fang Zhou.
As one at the Foundation Establishment Realm, Wang Xiuzhu’s movements immediately stood out as extraordinary. The Spirit Sword in his hand surged with a faint glow, and every swing brought forth a trail of green light, a symbol of Spiritual Energy Borrowing.
Seeing Wang Xiuzhu stepping into the fight, Fang Zhou felt a surge of joy in his heart, thinking to himself that he had finally waited for this ‘dead eunuch.’
Fang Zhou used the Sword Box to block Wang Xiuzhu’s attack, and the Sword Box sank with a harsh clanging sound of metal striking metal.
Wang Xiuzhu’s strength had already surpassed that of the Scarred Woman whom Fang Zhou had encountered in Lanruo Temple. Although both were at the Foundation Establishment Realm, disciples from a Major Sect were indeed more formidable than independent cultivators.
Pretending to struggle, Fang Zhou saw Wang Xiuzhu’s triumphant screech and couldn’t help but laugh haughtily: “You’ve got some skill, kid, but sadly you’ve met me. Now, let me show you my unique, secret technique…”
Fang Zhou’s eyes flashed with a cunning light—it was now or never.
He executed the Sword Control Technique, forcibly taking control of the Spirit Sword from a disciple standing behind Wang Xiuzhu, and thrust it forward.
“Let me show you my unique secret skill… Ahh!!!”
Before Wang Xiuzhu could finish his sentence, he heard a gut-wrenching sound and felt intense pain in his buttocks, causing him to let out a miserable scream.
He turned his head sharply only to see the disciple behind him had stabbed the Spirit Sword into his backside.
The narrow path unexpectedly welcomed an uninvited guest.
“You… you…”
Wang Xiuzhu pointed at the disciple, his face contorted with rage, struggling to speak a word.
The disciple happened to be the same male disciple who had previously been particularly vicious to Fang Zhou. Fang Zhou hadn’t targeted him on purpose; it was merely a coincidence that he had taken cover behind Wang Xiuzhu after being injured.
This male disciple too was stunned, hastily explaining, “Senior Brother Wang, it wasn’t on purpose, the sword moved on its own…”
“Smack!”
Wang Xiuzhu gave him a fierce slap and cursed angrily, “Li Yinghao, do you think I’m a fool? Get lost, I’ll settle the score with you later.”
Li Yinghao, feeling wronged, covered his face and pulled out the Spirit Sword.
“Ah!”
Wang Xiuzhu let out another cry of pain as blood flowed freely.
The other disciples hurriedly came forward to help stop the bleeding for Wang Xiuzhu.
“Get lost, all of you get lost!”
Wang Xiuzhu scolded the bunch of female disciples who were attempting to take off his pants and drove them to one side, then picked up the Spirit Sword again.
Fang Zhou asked with concern, “Are you okay? If you’re injured, shall we call it quits?”
Despite his trousers being soaked with blood, Wang Xiuzhu waved his hand with an ashen face, “It’s just a minor injury, nothing serious, if I don’t tear down your shabby huts today, then I, Wang Xiuzhu, will write my name backwards.”
He raised the Spirit Sword again and pointed it at Fang Zhou, his voice cold, “Let me show you my unique secret skill… Ahh!”
A scream of agony!
Li Yinghao, who had ducked to one side, suddenly lost control of his Spirit Sword again, and it flew out of his hand, stabbing into Wang Xiuzhu’s backside.
The narrow path was once again graced by an uninvited guest.
Wang Xiuzhu was struck forward onto the ground, his rear raised and head buried between his hands, his body trembling slightly.
Upon closer inspection, Fang Zhou was startled to discover.
He was crying.
“Senior Brother Wang!”
Li Yinghao ran over in a panic, “Senior Brother Wang, I… I really didn’t mean to do it…”
In his panic, he instinctively pulled his Spirit Sword out of Wang Xiuzhu’s behind.
As the Spirit Sword was pulled out, blood spurted out as well, splattering all over Li Yinghao’s face.
“Ah—No!”
Wang Xiuzhu’s face twisted in agony as he let out a scream to the heavens.
“I’m sorry!”
Li Yinghao hurriedly reinserted the Spirit Sword back in.
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