The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 72 - : The man who comes and goes like the wind
Chapter 72: The man who comes and goes like the wind
Han Li hurried over and asked with concern, “Fang Zhou, are you alright?”
Fang Zhou shook his head; he checked his body again and felt better than ever before— the Yin Cold Spiritual Energy that used to pervade his entire body had been locked onto the Golden Core by Ling Xiaoyue.
“Right, I had my eyes closed earlier and didn’t pay attention; do you know why she hit me?”
Fang Zhou asked Han Li. Previously, Ling Xiaoyue would argue but never resort to physical violence—it was her first time laying hands on him, and Fang Zhou had no clue what had upset her.
“This…”
Han Li had a faint guess in her mind, but without any evidence, she dared not to speak hastily, so she could only shake her head: “I don’t know either.”
“Then forget it.”
Fang Zhou decided to put the matter aside for now and clear it up when he had the chance later.
His clothes were torn, so he had to go back and change.
While changing, Fang Zhou felt something was off with his body—it was incredibly light, as if he had limitless strength, and the pent-up power felt like a volcano ready to erupt, eagerly wanting to be released.
Fang Zhou was familiar with this sensation—it was what he felt every time after increasing his attributes using his manly dignity, but he hadn’t enhanced anything recently, had he?
Fang Zhou was baffled. He opened his Personal Attributes, and was so shocked that he jumped up.
Literally jumped up, hitting his head straight into the ceiling and hanging from it.
Struggling, he pulled his head out and fell to the floor, rubbing his eyes hard, thinking he had seen wrong.
Name: Fang Zhou
Realm: Perfect Qi Refining
Cultivation Techniques: New Moon Qi, Qi Drawing Decision
Skills: Illusion Technique, Hu Lai’s Left Hand, Fireball Technique, Simple and Understandable Swordsmanship
Strength: 27
Speed: 24
Body: 21
Spirit: 6
Manly Dignity: 0
Righteous Prestige: 1
What the hell?
Fang Zhou sucked in a few breaths of cold air; he could already claim a spot on the global warming contribution list.
He remembered that he had only reached minor achievement in Qi Refinement, yet now he had suddenly reached Perfection, and his strength, speed, and constitution had all increased by more than ten points. Only his spirit remained stubbornly in last place, not flipping out like the other three brazen and shameless stats.
Did the system freakin’ bug out?
Fang Zhou really wanted to drag the system out and give it a good smack to see if something was broken, but alas, that thought could only be a thought—he couldn’t actually hit his own head, could he?
But he really didn’t understand—how did it suddenly become like this? Could it be that he has been dreaming all this time?
Or was it that he fell asleep because the bath was too comfortable?
Fang Zhou raised his right hand, which he had injured so badly with a punch that left him bleeding profusely.
Now, the wound on his hand had disappeared without a trace, and the hand was completely unscathed.
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Fang Zhou suddenly threw a punch at the wall beside him, and with a loud bang, a hole instantly appeared in the thick wall.
He slowly withdrew his hand and examined it closely in front of his eyes. There was not a single scratch on the back of his hand, not even a break in the skin, and he didn’t feel any pain at all.
This kind of strength, this kind of constitution, was definitely beyond what he had before.
Fang Zhou lowered his hand and began to silently circulate the New Moon Qi, instantly increasing the amount of refined Spiritual Energy by over tenfold. He guided the Spiritual Energy in its circulation, intending to nourish his body with it, but the Spiritual Energy just passed through without entering, circulating once around his body before returning to the Dantian for storage, without any consumption at all.
He realized he no longer needed the nourishment of Spiritual Energy; this body had already completed everything that needed to be done in the Qi Refining Realm, with the viscera, blood, flesh, sinews, and bones all been nourished by Spiritual Energy.
Further cultivation of the New Moon Qi could not improve his bodily attributes, so what he needed to do next was to accumulate a large amount of Spiritual Energy to prepare for breaking through to the Foundation Establishment Realm.
To have leaped from minor Qi Refinement achievement straight to Perfect Qi Refining could be said to have saved Fang Zhou several years of arduous effort, yet he did not feel it was real at all.
The feeling was akin to a college graduate, who after years of hard work manages to save up to one hundred thousand, then with an additional five million from parents, buys a house outright.
Fang Zhou realized that his changes must be related to Ling Xiaoyue; perhaps while she was helping to lock down the Yin Cold Spiritual Energy, she also took the opportunity to nourish his body with Spiritual Energy.
Fang Zhou still remembered the massive amount of liquid Spiritual Energy she injected into his body, it wasn’t just nourishing, it was more like his body was thoroughly washed and then steeped and marinated.
Moreover, when she beat him up, she mentioned that he had used her Spiritual Energy for empowerment, and asked him if her water tasted good.
How would I know if it tastes good if I haven’t actually tasted it?
Fang Zhou shook his head, always feeling that things were not that simple.
After changing his clothes, with a light step, his whole being instantly turned into an afterimage. With whoosh, he vanished from the room, with the wind caused by his speed rattling the two doors.
With such a high speed point of 24, Fang Zhou moved like a gust of wind, so fast that he himself was a bit dizzy.
Han Li, who had been waiting in the yard, saw Fang Zhou from a distance, but she only saw a few afterimages. The image before her eyes blurred, and Fang Zhou appeared in front of her, his arrival blowing her clothes and hair in disarray.
Han Li was startled and exclaimed, “How can you walk so fast?”
Fang Zhou laughed heartily, “Because I am the man of the joyful wind, let’s go.”
Seeing the change in Fang Zhou, Han Li became even more convinced of her previous guess – Senior Ling must have indeed performed the empowerment on Fang Zhou. Such treatment was simply too generous.
But it seemed that she was not willing; otherwise, why did she start beating people up afterward?
But how could the empowerment be successful if she wasn’t willing?
Han Li couldn’t figure it out, deciding to suppress her doubts and get ready to go find Ling Xiaoyue with Fang Zhou.
However, Fang Zhou couldn’t control his walking speed, and with a few swooshes, he ran off without a trace, leaving Han Li, who was chasing after him with all her might, far behind in an instant.
Han Li could only chase while sighing to herself that Fang Zhou truly was a man who comes and goes like the wind, living up to the name ‘man of the joyful wind’.
Fang Zhou soon found Ling Xiaoyue, who was inserting her longsword into the ground in front of the temple’s main hall.
Upon Fang Zhou’s arrival, Ling Xiaoyue looked up, and their eyes met, both stunned for a moment.
A strange feeling emerged in their hearts, as if an invisible thread connected their souls together, enabling them to sense each other’s happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.
“Tsck!”
Ling Xiaoyue gnashed her teeth in displeasure, aware that it was the part of the origin power absorbed by Fang Zhou that was causing this, making the two of them have a feeling of heart-to-heart connection.
This feeling was not false, but a real effect, allowing them to sense each other’s emotions at any time, and if delved deeper, even each other’s thoughts could be perceived.
Fang Zhou also felt this heart-to-heart connection effect and was immediately surprised.
What’s going on?
Isn’t it said the shortest path to a woman’s heart is, well, that thing? I haven’t even touched her, so why can I feel her spirit?
