The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 60 - : A practice that corrupts public morals

Chapter 60: A practice that corrupts public morals

Fang Zhou stripped the clothes off the two sisters from the White Tiger Sect, only to glance at them and feel very disappointed.

“You two are engaging in blatant fraud.”

Fang Zhou fed them a few drops of the strong aphrodisiac, then picked up the Scarred Woman and smacked her face with a few hard slaps. The punches earlier were to enhance sleep, now these slaps were for wake-up service. Both provided the effect of enhancing sleep quality.

Despite being in the Foundation Establishment Realm, the Scarred Woman had a through-and-through sword wound to her chest, had her head bashed in with several punches, and even been set on fire, yet she still didn’t die, with her wounds automatically clotted.

Fang Zhou slapped her awake, and while she was just clearing the haze of waking up, he fed her a strong aphrodisiac. Fearing that this one had high tolerance, Fang Zhou directly fed her nearly half a mouthful.

The sisters from the White Tiger Sect were already embracing and biting each other, and when Fang Zhou threw the Scarred Woman over, the three immediately started rolling together in a frenzy.

Fang Zhou looked from left to right, feeling the scene wasn’t very thrilling.

Nie Xiaoqian covered her face with both hands, but she still peeked through her fingers.

Fang Zhou appreciated his own masterpiece and then told Nie Xiaoqian to keep track of the time while he turned and stepped back into the miasma.

He arrived at the original spot and saw the Second Child guarding the entrance to the sword mark.

Outside the miasma, Nie Xiaoqian counted the time, cleared her throat, and then suddenly let out a high-pitched scream.

This scream traveled far and reached inside the miasma.

The second child who was reading book twitched her ears, turned her head to look outside the miasma, and instantly widened her eyes, breaking free from the state of a salted fish, becoming spirited.

She quickly sat up from the rocking chair, her shocked words slipping out: “This is truly shameless, such vulgar acts under the broad daylight of the public square!”

Even though she criticized with her words, her eyes remained firmly fixed on the scene, unbeknownst to her, her cheeks gradually turning red and hot, with her nose even bleeding a line of fresh blood.

Fang Zhou, hiding nearby, didn’t expect the effect to be so good; he was initially hoping to slightly attract the Second Child’s attention, but she was even more engrossed than when reading a book.

Ah, this poor child, staying in such a desolate ghostly place, must have gone crazy, reacting so intensely to a bit of stimulation.

But do demons have interest in human affairs as well?

Taking advantage of the Second Child’s diverted attention, Fang Zhou sneakily circled around her.

The Second Child was immersed in the little film and didn’t notice someone approaching stealthily.

Fang Zhou arrived at the sword mark, looking up at this sword mark created by Yan Chixia with a single strike.

The shape of the sword mark was narrow at both ends and wide in the middle, several meters wide, unfathomably deep, like a tunnel carved at the root of the Tree Demon.

Fang Zhou was about to enter but then noticed not far from the entrance to the sword mark, many broken urns piled up.

He went over for a look and found that these urns were all ashes urns, probably about a hundred or so.

Among them should be Nie Xiaoqian’s ashes urn. Luckily, each urn had the birth date and name written on it; otherwise, it would be impossible to distinguish which was Nie Xiaoqian’s.

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Fang Zhou quickly searched around and soon found Nie Xiaoqian’s ashes urn, lying on the outer edge, with the writing still clear.

The luck wasn’t too bad, if he hadn’t found it, Fang Zhou wouldn’t have stayed here any longer, as the detoxification medicine and invisibility potion only lasted for thirty minutes, and he couldn’t afford to waste time.

After placing the ashes urn in a place easy to grab, Fang Zhou turned and entered the sword mark.

The sword marks were smooth, all cut out by Yan Chixia’s Sword Qi forcibly, and touching them you could still feel a lingering slight prickling pain.

That was the residual Sword Qi of Yan Chixia that, even after a year, had yet to completely dissipate.

Fang Zhou noticed that inside the sword mark, it wasn’t calm; the tree’s body was constantly wriggling, trying to heal but obstructed by the Sword Qi.

This explained one of Fang Zhou’s doubts; no wonder the Tree Demon would leave such a glaring weakness; it was not that it didn’t want to repair the flaw, but that the Sword Qi left by Yan Chixia had not yet vanished.

This made Fang Zhou feel admiration; a strike delivered a year ago and the Sword Qi still remains, truly badass.

Yan Chixia said she was only at the Innate Realm; her combat strength must be much stronger than the average of those in the Innate Realm, but alas, the gap with a Golden Core Demon was still too vast, even if it was just a degenerate version of a Golden Core Demon like the Tree Demon.

Fang Zhou did not linger, he followed the sword mark deep inside, quickly arriving within the Tree Demon’s body.

Indeed there is but one swift path to the heart, the ancients did not deceive me.

The main trunk of this Tree Demon was actually hollow, like the interior of a high tower, with web-like veins all over the inner walls, luminescent energy flowing swiftly within.

The entire trunk was filled with an abundance of seven-colored rosy clouds, dreamlike and illusory, these lights passing through the hollows inside the tree, projecting upwards, piercing the sky.

At the very center of the trunk’s base, a glittering Golden Core suspended a few meters above the ground, its surface flowing with light, seven colors of rosy clouds contending in brilliance.

The interiors of this trunk, and even the entire Lanruo Temple’s seven-colored rosy clouds, were actually all emanating from this Golden Core.

Fang Zhou’s attention was immediately drawn to this Golden Core.

He subconsciously wanted to get closer; his body seemed to be emitting a strong craving, like a traveler in the desert stumbling upon a spring.

But the Golden Core also radiated a forbidding sense of danger, instinctively making him reluctant to approach.

Two completely contradictory impulses simultaneously emerged in Fang Zhou’s mind and body, making him feel very uncomfortable.

He shook his head, suppressed all these inexplicable impulses, then took steps toward the Golden Core.

As long as this Golden Core is taken away, the Tree Demon would be nothing to worry about, and Ling Xiaoyue should be able to defeat it.

Fang Zhou himself would have mooched an assist; that should count as completion of the task, right?

As he got closer, Fang Zhou could feel a piercing chill coming towards him, like stepping into a freezing icebox, so cold that he subconsciously shivered.

“Eh?!”

At that moment, a female’s surprised exclamation echoed within the trunk.

Fang Zhou stiffened all over, his movements abruptly stopping.

He had heard this voice before; just last night at the Lanruo Temple’s annex building, that invisible ‘Sixth child’.

How could she be here? Didn’t Nie Xiaoqian say that only ‘Second child’ with the urn is guarding within the Miasma?

But Fang Zhou immediately remembered, he was also in an invisible state, ‘Sixth child’ should not be able to see him.

Just as this thought surfaced in Fang Zhou’s mind, ‘Sixth child’s voice unexpectedly came from behind him.

“How can you turn invisible too?”