Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 104: 104. Breaking away from the vulgar and the purely innocent people

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According to the rules of the Heavenly Sword Sect, after a trialist obtains their own sword at Buried Sword Ridge, they can be considered a new entry-level disciple of the sect.

The next step is simply a matter of assignment.

What’s giving Elder Feng Qin a headache now is Fang Zhou, this special fellow. According to past customs, all the tens of thousands of Spirit Swords on Buried Sword Ridge now belong to him.

But both emotionally and logically, it’s impossible for the Heavenly Sword Sect to give all the Spirit Swords to him. Giving him just one doesn’t seem right, and letting him choose freely isn’t appropriate either; no matter the number, it’s a headache.

Elder Feng Qin saw Fang Zhou remaining silent and thought he felt disappointed.

Although she didn’t want to see such a talent disappointed with the Heavenly Sword Sect, Elder Feng Qin still had no authority to make a decision; she could only choose to throw this troublesome matter to the sect’s big shots to solve.

What she didn’t know was that Fang Zhou wasn’t dealing with the issue of disappointment at all; the reason he didn’t dare to speak up was that he was a bit afraid—afraid that the Heavenly Sword Sect would ask him to put all these Spirit Swords back.

Tens of thousands of Spirit Swords, only the devil knows until when he would have to insert them—his Sword Control Technique is just entry-level, quite imprecise, and he couldn’t possibly control that many Spirit Swords to return them the way they came.

So right now, he was playing dead, pretending to be a victim.

However, Elder Feng Qin did not speak the words that Fang Zhou was worried about. Instead, she turned her head to the group of new disciples who were still chattering and said, “Silence, next you will be taken to the sect. Hold your swords tightly; if anyone should accidentally drop theirs on the way, no one else can be blamed.”

Elder Feng Qin’s words drew the new disciples’ attention back, and they subconsciously gripped their Spirit Swords tighter.

The next moment, the Spirit Swords in their hands soared towards the sky, lifting them up off the ground.

Having previously experienced jumping from ten thousand meters high, the disciples weren’t scared by suddenly flying into the sky; instead, they shouted and hollered excitedly.

After all the new disciples were taken away by the Spirit Swords, Elder Feng Qin turned to Fang Zhou and said, “Let’s go, I’ll take you for part of the way.”

The ability of these new disciples’ Spirit Swords to fly was secretly controlled by people of the Heavenly Sword Sect, otherwise the new disciples, being in the Qi Refining Realm and unable to project Spiritual Energy outward, would not be capable of Artifact Control Flight.

Unable to pick his own sword for the time being, Elder Feng Qin could only take Fang Zhou part of the way.

Fang Zhou held back from saying he could fly himself and saw Elder Feng Qin lightly lift her arm—as a ribbon shot out from her sleeve, gently winding around Fang Zhou’s waist.

Elder Feng Qin gracefully flew into the sky, dragging Fang Zhou along with her. This ribbon must be a Magic Treasure that allowed for Artifact Control Flight.

However, everyone else was using Sword Flight, and only Fang Zhou was being bound and hauled along like a captured suspect, which was quite embarrassing.

Fang Zhou could only look for other things to divert his attention.

As Elder Feng Qin was dressed in dark cyan robes and a half-length skirt and she was above while he was below, a simple glance upward would afford a view.

But he wouldn’t stoop to such indecency, as everyone must have a moral baseline, to be a pure person devoid of vulgarity.

Yet upon further thought, sneaking peeks at women in this world didn’t seem like such a big deal—many women deliberately expose themselves to entice men to peek.

Knowing full well it wasn’t right, Fang Zhou was too curious and, motivated by a quest for knowledge, still couldn’t help but look up for a glance, instantly astounded.

My goodness, such things exist?

Unexpectedly, beneath Elder Feng Qin’s dignified and serious exterior lay such a liberated spirit—admirable, truly admirable. He wished he had the time to exchange some life experiences with her.

Unable to endure the torment and reproach of his conscience, Fang Zhou painfully turned his gaze away after a few more glances.

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My sins, please forgive me for being a vulgar and impure person.

While Fang Zhou bowed his head in repentance, he didn’t notice that Elder Feng Qin’s expression also turned slightly unnatural.

But soon Fang Zhou had no mood for idle thoughts, as Feng Qin led him through the clouds, and once again, the entire vista of the Cloud Sea Mountains appeared before him, including the whole Heavenly Sword Sect.

In the center of the cloud sea, a mountain peak like a longsword stretched straight into the sky, as if intending to pierce through the heavens.

Three other shorter peaks protected it, with steep and sharp mountain ridges, just like longswords across the sky.

All four mountain peaks were adorned with vermilion buildings, with pavilions, terraces, towers, and grand halls, where strange flowers and exotic trees grew amidst the swirling mists, and divine deer and spirit beasts wandered, like a hidden scroll of the Immortal Realm.

That must be the sect ground of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

“The highest peak is called Heavenly Sword Peak, where the main lineage of our sect resides…”

Elder Feng Qin began to introduce to Fang Zhou, including the structure and origins of the sect’s three lineages.

The highest peak is Heavenly Sword Peak, the other three are Yujian, Xuanjian, and Leijian lineages.

These three lineages are both branches and the foundation of the Heavenly Sword, as the main lineage does not directly recruit disciples, but rather supplements from the three lineages, including the True Disciples of the Heavenly Sword and the Sect Master.

Thus, entry-level disciples are first assigned to one of the three lineages, and only those who stand out may ascend to reside in Heavenly Sword Peak.

Listening to Feng Qin’s introduction, Fang Zhou suddenly pointed between Heavenly Sword Peak and Yujian Peak: “What place is that?”

The area was shrouded in mist, harboring a small mountain peak. While not as grand and perilous as those of the main lineage, its presence felt abrupt in that location.

Feng Qin’s face changed slightly, speaking harshly, “That is Moon Viewing Peak, currently occupied by a shameless rogue, but no matter, the sect will soon expel her.”

Fang Zhou’s expression changed too, damn, this shameless rogue couldn’t be…

Feng Qin and many flying on their Spirit Swords were heading towards the Yuxu Palace atop Heavenly Sword Peak, where they would be chosen by the three lineages, like piglets up for market.

This time, there were seventy-nine new entry-level disciples, all of whom landed excitedly in front of Yuxu Palace, possibly experiencing the thrill of Sword Flight for the first time.

Feng Qin also landed with Fang Zhou, but not among the disciples, choosing instead to land aside.

Many were envious of Fang Zhou, who was visibly receiving special treatment, while his performance at the Buried Sword Ridge made it seem that his rise to success was imminent.

They all wanted to forge a good relationship with this destined talent, but Feng Qin’s cold demeanor kept the disciples from approaching, including Li Yunlong and Chu Yunfei, who had been eager to strike up a conversation with Fang Zhou.

“Silence!”

Feng Qin hushed the whispering disciples, instructing them to wait patiently.

Soon, the doors of Yuxu Palace swung wide open, and the first to emerge were True Disciples Yu Qing and Xuan Ling.

Upon appearing, they immediately looked towards Fang Zhou beside Feng Qin. Yu Qing gazed with a curious and astonished examination, while Xuan Ling winked at Fang Zhou.

Unfortunately, it was a seductive glance cast at a blind man, as Fang Zhou completely ignored her.

This infuriated Xuan Ling so much her teeth itched. The boy was so arrogant; once he joined the sect, she’d have to make sure he understood just how formidable his senior sister was.