The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy

After leaving Qingde City, Fang Zhou returned to a life of roughing it in the wilderness.

In this era of low productivity, traveling in the wild was no good thing. Every day he had to eat dry food and drink raw water for three meals. Even when taking a dump, he had to guard against snakes in the grass biting his butt.

At night when he was cultivating, the overwhelming number of mosquitoes nearly drained him. He had to wrap himself up tightly.

In contrast, Ling Xiaoyue seemed to be out on a relaxing trip. Her clothes never got dusty, mosquitoes didn't bite her, and she didn't even need to eat or drink because she had already started fasting. Every day she just lay on the horse's back drinking, sleeping, and sunbathing, totally at ease.

Fang Zhou was very envious, but this hard life was also a form of training for him. He could feel his cultivation progressing unusually smoothly. Although he was still at the Qi Refining Realm (entry-level), he could feel his physical condition improving every day, with spiritual energy constantly nourishing his body. His original physical stat of 8 had already increased to 9.

A physical stat of 9 gave him strength and endurance far beyond that of ordinary people, which made his cultivation efforts twice as effective with half the effort.

After leaving Qingde, they passed through several small cities and villages, but the master and apprentice did not stay, continuing their journey north.

According to Ling Xiaoyue's estimate, they'd already covered half the distance, and in another half month, they would return to the sect.

...

In the Nameless Valley.

"Ptooey~" Li Dahong spat out the chewed-up grass roots from her mouth, glanced up at the afternoon sun, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and felt antsy.

She looked back and saw her subordinates lying haphazardly on the grass or hiding in the shade, having even discarded their weapons.

Li Dahong felt a surge of anger and couldn't help but shout, "Get up! None of you look like proper bandits, standing or sitting all wrong. You're disgracing the reputation of our Black Wind Stronghold."

The bandits responded disorderly but didn't move, as if their butts had grown roots. Only Li Huanghua, who came from the same village, looked at Li Dahong with a pained expression and said, "Big sister, it's too hot. Let the sisters rest a bit longer."

Li Dahong angrily said, "Rest, rest, we haven't had any raids in over a month. Haven't you rested enough? If this continues, we'll be eating northwest wind."

Li Huanghua sighed, "There are fewer and fewer travelers because of the demons on this mountain path. Waiting here won't help."

She glanced at the sky and added, "Big sister, at this time, no one else will take this mountain path. We should go back early today. After the hour of You, the demons will come out to prey again."

Li Dahong hesitated. Just then, a scout came back excitedly, "Big sister, there's a fat sheep, a fat sheep!"

Li Dahong immediately raised her broadsword and shouted, "Sisters, follow me, we're starting a raid!"

The rest of the bandits quickly picked up their weapons and followed Li Dahong in a chaotic rush.

In the winding mountain valley, two horses were walking along the path. Ling Xiaoyue lay on the horse's back with her legs crossed, rocking and humming an unknown tune.

Fang Zhou used this opportunity to cultivate. Anyway, the horses were quite spiritual now and wouldn't go astray under the guidance of the sixth generation mount.

Whoosh——

A piercing sound came, and an arrow landed right in front of the two horses with a thud.

Immediately, accompanied by shouts, over ten bandits rushed down from both sides of the valley, surrounding Fang Zhou and Ling Xiaoyue.

Ling Xiaoyue was still sunbathing on the horse's back, not even opening her eyes at the bandits' appearance.

Fang Zhou, however, was a bit on guard. Along the way, they had encountered several waves of bandits. At first, Ling Xiaoyue dealt with them, but later, she left it all to Fang Zhou.

But these bandits were just too much to look at. It was unbearable.

These bandits were all women, but they were ugly. Except for the leaders who wore complete clothes, the rest were only in trousers, bare-chested in broad daylight, corrupting morals and manners.

If they had good figures, Fang Zhou wouldn't mind. But these bandits either sagged to their navels or could sling their breasts over their shoulders like bags.

Fang Zhou felt his sanity slipping away with every extra glance.

"Hahaha!"

Li Dahong let out a hearty laugh. The biggest worries as a bandit were being outmatched or having the fat sheep run away.

But these two fat sheep foolishly stood there without running.

"Sisters!"

Li Dahong pointed her knife at Fang Zhou, her eyes glowing, "Kill the woman, but the tall and sturdy man, bring him back to be a stud!"

The bandits cheered, each eyeing Fang Zhou eagerly, wanting to drag him off his horse on the spot.

Fang Zhou shuddered in disgust, while Ling Xiaoyue sat up, opened her eyes, and laughed along with the bandits, "Who would've thought my disciple has the potential to be a breeding stud. This is a blessing for our sect! In the future, when the sect needs money, we can send you out for breeding at ten thousand taels a pop, no negotiation!"

"Shut up, you traitor,"

Fang Zhou grabbed the Evil Slaying Sword, leapt off his horse, and slashed at Li Dahong from mid-air.

Li Dahong was startled, hurriedly raising her broadsword to block.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, Li Dahong's broadsword snapped in half. A gash appeared on her chest, blood flowing freely.

Li Dahong cried out in pain and fell. Only then did the other bandits charge with their weapons.

Fang Zhou activated the Qi Conduction Technique. Spiritual energy quickly spread through his body, greatly enhancing his speed and strength.

He didn't need to use such means to deal with a group of bandits. Fang Zhou aimed to improve his mastery of the Qi Conduction Technique and believed in giving his all for every battle; underestimating any enemy could lead to unexpected defeat.

The bandits lost sight of Fang Zhou in a blur. Sounds of clashing rang out, and broken weapons littered the ground—those shoddy weapons were no match for the Evil Slaying Sword.

Clutching her wound, Li Dahong turned and fled.

Noticing her movement, Fang Zhou blurred into motion, intercepting her and placing the sword at her neck.

Thud.

Li Dahong immediately knelt and begged loudly, "Spare me, hero!"

The bandits were stunned. Some quick-witted ones turned to flee, but Fang Zhou picked up a few stones, knocking them down one by one.

Within a few breaths, the entire group of bandits obediently knelt before Fang Zhou, like a class of elementary students awaiting a scolding.

Fang Zhou planned to give them a minor lesson, maybe chopping off a hand or foot.

But Ling Xiaoyue had other plans. To her, bandits were like buzzing mosquitoes, and even mosquitoes were worth something.

Sitting comfortably on her horse, she smiled at the kneeling bandits and said, "You want to live? Fine. Fork over some money for your lives."

The bandits shook their heads vigorously, each clamoring that they were from the Sunshine Tribe, and spent their loot immediately with no savings.

Ling Xiaoyue's gaze settled on Li Dahong. Li Dahong immediately forced a smile, "Heroes, we're poor. We wouldn't resort to banditry otherwise. We have no money."

Refusing to give up, Ling Xiaoyue asked again, "Really? Money's just worldly possessions. You can't take it with you. Isn't life more important? Think carefully."

The bandits shook their heads again. Li Dahong continued her pitiful act, "Truly, we have no copper coins on us. I barely manage to lead and protect my sisters; I eat chaff and wear rags. I can't save any money."

"Big sister!"

The bandits looked at Li Dahong tearfully, moved by her words.

"Such sisterly love, I'm touched,"

Ling Xiaoyue clapped sarcastically. Then she raised a finger, a tiny glow appearing at its tip.

She pointed at the bandits, and the glow flew to each of them, circling around before vanishing.

Fang Zhou, watching, asked curiously, "What is this?"

Ling Xiaoyue often produced new, intriguing things, piquing Fang Zhou's interest.

"A type of truth-telling technique; you'll soon understand."

Ling Xiaoyue replied casually, then smiled at the bandits, "Now, tell me how much hidden money you have. One by one, start with you."

She pointed to the leftmost bandit, who immediately shouted, "Five taels!"

She covered her mouth in shock right after.

The bandits beside her began truthfully reporting their hidden money, like a roll call.

"Four taels!"

"Seven taels!"

"Three taels!"

"Five taels!"

"One tael!"

"Five thousand taels!"