Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 108: 108. Master, when will you die?

Fang Zhou ultimately did not leave.

One should consider feelings when dealing with people; it’s not right to look down on Ling Xiaoyue just because her material possessions are lacking. Otherwise, how would one be different from those materialistic jerks and gold diggers?

As the saying goes, a mountain need not be high, for with immortals, it will be famous; water need not be deep, for with dragons, it will be spirituous.

Amongst the many pavilions, towers, and grand halls, a few simple straw huts can better highlight a Cultivator’s extraordinary aura, right?

Of course, another little reason Fang Zhou didn’t leave is that Ling Xiaoyue said that aside from lacking a big house, the entire Moon Viewing Peak was her property; such a big mountain was all hers alone.

In other words, as long as Ling Xiaoyue died, Moon Viewing Peak would belong to Fang Zhou. That’s far better than the Heavenly Sword Sect; there, so many people cram together, whereas here, I’d have an entire mountain to myself.

It doesn’t matter if there’s no house; I can just build one myself.

A mountain in a top-grade scenic area, I couldn’t afford even if I had the money in my previous life. Who needs a bike then?

“Master, when are you going to die?”

Fang Zhou couldn’t wait to imagine the beautiful prospect of inheriting a mountain after Ling Xiaoyue’s death.

Ling Xiaoyue’s liquor flask came flying: “Scram, your master isn’t dead yet, even if you die.”

The three straw huts were all casually erected by Ling Xiaoyue herself, and to be honest, they looked pretty decent. Fang Zhou originally thought she would nest in a tree.

Although they were just straw huts, they were quite spacious; it’s just that they were completely empty inside, without any furniture.

Ling Xiaoyue walked into the left hut, and countless items appeared out of nowhere, clattering onto the ground.

Among these were the daily necessities purchased by Fang Zhou, as well as items the pair had collected on their way back—like the fox skins peeled from the fox demons they killed, and the bark left behind by dead Tree Demons, amongst others.

There were even more items that Fang Zhou had never seen before, a dazzling array almost piling up into a small mountain.

“What are you collecting all these things for?”

Fang Zhou casually picked up a twig, which looked jade-like, circulating with luminescence and emitting a refreshing aura.

Many of these items seemed useless to both mentor and student.

“Of course, it’s to sell for money. The Heavenly Sword Sect organizes a trade fair every year, your master plans to sell these.”

Ling Xiaoyue switched hands and with a clatter, spilled out another pile of items.

Fang Zhou suddenly understood; no wonder Ling Xiaoyue liked collecting these trinkets, it seemed she not only did odd jobs like a rogue cultivator but also moonlighted as a small merchant. Quite the hard worker.

Fang Zhou then picked up something that looked very much like a Magic Cube, which could be randomly assembled into various patterns of animals and people.

Fang Zhou assembled a small deer, and the Magic Cube emitted light, projecting an image of the deer so realistic it was almost identical to a live one.

He reached out to touch it, and the deer actually licked his hand with its tongue.

This thing is basically a toy, yet it’s so finely crafted and fun.

While Ling Xiaoyue wasn’t paying attention, Fang Zhou absorbed the Magic Cube into the gourd, which he could use to kill time when he was bored.

After Ling Xiaoyue had thrown out all the items, she seemed to remember something and said to Fang Zhou, “Oh right, take out your little gourd, your master will refine it for you.”

Fang Zhou was a bit nervous, thinking Ling Xiaoyue had discovered he had secretly taken her things.

He tossed over the purple little gourd, and with pretense warned, “Just don’t secretly sell it.”

“It’s not worth much even if sold; your master doesn’t fancy it.”

Ling Xiaoyue caught the gourd, weighed it, and then tossed it back to Fang Zhou with a smile, “Deal with the few demons inside it first. Whether you want to refine them or subdue them, decide for yourself.”

Only then did Fang Zhou remember the seven Calabash Brothers he had put inside the gourd; he hadn’t tended to them since.

He asked doubtfully, “Is subduing them even an option? I mean, we killed their dear granny; isn’t that an irreconcilable vendetta?”

Ling Xiaoyue stared at him with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, “You should read more books like I told you to; otherwise you wouldn’t make such a joke. Do you really think a Mystic Yin Tree could bear gourds?”

What does that mean? Could there be some unknown story of a hapless scapegoat inside?

Fang Zhou was completely baffled and asked, “Then how should I control it?”

“You’ll need to rely on your own abilities for that. No one else can help you with this,” Ling Xiaoyue pushed him away, “I need to organize my things. You can choose any of the other two thatched cottages or build a new one if you like.”

Fang Zhou had no current plans for such an extensive project, so he found a scenic spot, sat down with his legs crossed, and took out the gourd.

The issue with the seven calabash brothers inside must be resolved, or it would remain a hidden danger. Whether to eliminate or subdue them depended on the situation.

Fang Zhou had initially intended to annihilate them, but Ling Xiaoyue mentioned they could be subdued, which seemed a better option.

He could gain seven free workers, and besides, Fang Zhou also had a sense of nostalgia for the calabash brothers.

Holding the gourd, he closed his eyes and started to immerse himself in sensing its interior.

Almost instantly, his consciousness entered the vast space within the gourd.

Everything was exactly as it had been during his last visit, almost without any change, the garbage mountain was still suspended in the air, below was a sea bubbling with heat.

Because the garbage mountain was so big, Fang Zhou really couldn’t see where the seven calabash brothers were hiding, he could only try to sense them, as it seemed he could sense anything he had taken in.

Soon, Fang Zhou located the seven calabash brothers and also the Magic Cube he had sneakily taken from Ling Xiaoyue.

He picked up the Magic Cube first, then flew towards the calabash brothers.

The seven calabash brothers hid at the deepest part of the garbage mountain. When Fang Zhou flew towards them, a yellow figure shot towards him at an incredibly fast speed.

At the same time, calabash brothers of various colors leaped out from around the garbage mountain, surrounding Fang Zhou in the middle—it was actually a trap.

Had he been surrounded by the calabash brothers like this before, Fang Zhou wouldn’t have come out dead, then he would need to flee, but he was now not the same as he had been before. Also, inside the gourd could also be considered his home ground.

With a single thought, the bodies of six calabash brothers were immediately immobilized in the air, unable to move.

“Little Seven!”

The eldest brother let out a loud shout.

Fang Zhou then realized that the youngest, Little Seven, was actually hiding inside the garbage mountain and hadn’t appeared.

With the eldest brother’s shout, the six calabash brothers immediately broke free from Fang Zhou’s control.

Fang Zhou was prepared for this; the gourd was Little Seven’s companion treasure after all. Fang Zhou was only able to indirectly control the gourd through his connection with the Golden Core. In terms of control, he was no match for Little Seven, so he could not control the things Little Seven had taken in, and Little Seven could instead affect his control over the calabash brothers.

That these calabash brothers were able to move within the gourd, must also be thanks to Little Seven’s help.

But Little Seven’s only flaw was that she too had been sucked in by Fang Zhou, and she too was under his control.

Fang Zhou regained control, at the same time pulling Little Seven out from the garbage mountain.

“Despicable bad guy, let me go!”

Little Seven struggled to regain control, and just when the calabash brothers were able to move, control was taken back again.

The two sides kept fighting for control, leaving the seven calabash brothers pulsating in the air, alternating between movement and stopping, utterly agonized.

The eldest brother saw that this was not the way to do it, Fang Zhou could leave the gourd at any time, and would definitely be prepared the next time he entered; their chance was only this once.

She made up her mind and shouted, “Sisters, unite and release Little Eight!”

This time, none of the sisters opposed or hesitated, they too believed only Little Eight could lead them to escape the gourd.

Little Seven regained control again, and from Number Two to Little Seven, they all rushed towards the eldest brother.

Fang Zhou, however, was taken aback. Others might not know who Little Eight was, but how could he not know?

The Vajra Little Gourd was too terrifying; she could not be allowed out.

“Stop, I did not come to fight with you!”

Fang Zhou hurriedly shouted, but it was too late, the calabash brothers had not heard him.

Even if they had, it would have been too late.