Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 56: 56. Here comes another greedy one
 

Nie Xiaoqian led Fang Zhou toward the back courtyard of Lanruo Temple.

According to him, Lanruo Temple was originally a small temple in the mountains, which received royal attention and started to thrive. It underwent several expansions and now occupies an astonishingly large area, almost covering half of the mountain.

The back courtyard was even more expansive. Originally, there was a Buddha statue several meters tall, but after the statue collapsed, a Tree Demon took over the spot. Now, the entire back courtyard was filled with the Tree Demon’s root system, permeating it with a deadly Miasma. It was inhospitable to humans, ghosts, and demons alike, with only the Seven Mysterious Yin Gods born from the Tree Demon able to move freely in and out.

With Nie Xiaoqian’s help, Fang Zhou avoided all patrolling demons and successfully reached the back courtyard.

He was very fortunate to have met Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian, not only receiving the legacy of Yan Chixia, but also receiving guidance like a “Nie-style navigation,” otherwise, by himself, he would still be wandering aimlessly like a headless fly.

Words of thanks were unnecessary; retrieving the ashes urn for Nie Xiaoqian would be the best reciprocation.

At the edge of the back courtyard, there was a long section of a wall collapsed under tree roots. The ground inside was covered with thick roots, and the air was filled with a visible pale green gas—these must be the deadly Miasma.

Even through the mist, Fang Zhou could see the gigantic shadow of the Tree Demon, resembling a towering building.

Fang Zhou was about to ask Nie Xiaoqian to wait outside, but she suddenly took a deep sniff in the air and remarked, “There’s a very faint trace of life energy. There might be living people nearby.”

Startled, Fang Zhou quickly asked Nie Xiaoqian to lead the way, quietly approaching the direction from which the life energy emanated.

The nearby buildings were destroyed by the tree roots, leaving only ruins. Fang Zhou and Nie Xiaoqian hid behind a section of broken wall, peering ahead.

At the edge of the Miasma, indeed, there were four living humans, all of whom Fang Zhou recognized.

Three of them were the Three Sisters of the White Tiger Sect, who had previously escaped from Fang Zhou’s grasp. Their eldest sister had been killed by a ghost, and Fang Zhou originally thought these three would meet the same fate but didn’t expect them to end up in such a deep place.

However, it was not voluntary; at this moment, the three sisters were bound with ropes, with their mouths gagged, showing a look of terror on their faces.

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The fourth was also someone Fang Zhou recognized—the tough-looking woman with a scar on her face who had troubled him before.

It seemed that the Scarred Woman had captured the sisters of the White Tiger Sect. She was currently lifting one sister, kicking her into the Miasma.

As soon as she entered the Miasma, she started struggling desperately, her skin beginning to ulcerate.

The Scarred Woman observed carefully, and soon, the woman she had thrown in was completely rotted away, lifeless.

The remaining two sisters of the White Tiger Sect were terrified. Fang Zhou, hiding in the distance, also inhaled sharply, unintentionally contributing a little to global warming.

“Who’s there?!”

The Scarred Woman was extremely alert. Suddenly turning her head toward Fang Zhou’s direction, she swung her hand, sending over a dozen white lights flying.

Fang Zhou hurriedly jumped away from the wall, only to hear a crackling sound as that section of the wall got pierced with a dozen holes. The incoming white lights were actually paper darts.

Nie Xiaoqian, also startled, flew far away immediately—he had no combat abilities.

Seeing Fang Zhou emerge, the Scarred Woman’s eyes shone brightly, and she couldn’t help laughing: “It’s just like finding something after a long search without any effort.”

She had been regretting not being able to locate Fang Zhou, and now he had delivered himself to her doorstep—a stroke of fate.

Now that he was spotted, Fang Zhou did not get discouraged. He also had scores to settle with this woman; the unresolved matters noted down in his little notebook could not be ignored.

Before that, there’s a question that needs to be clarified, otherwise I won’t be able to sleep tonight.

Fang Zhou pointed his Evil Slaying Sword at Scarred Woman and asked, “We just met for the first time yesterday, with no grudges from the past or recent days, yet you seem to have an issue with me?”

Scarred Woman exhibited a provoking expression, “Why don’t you take a guess?”

Fang Zhou hated it when people said this, and he responded expressionlessly: “After much thought, there are only a few possibilities; either you are going through menopause and your hormones are unbalanced, or you behave like a rabid dog that bites on sight, or perhaps your mother died. Choose one.”

Obviously, Scarred Woman could not tolerate such a toxic manner of conversation, and her expression slightly darkened: “No harm telling you, I am cultivating the Cold Yin Divine Skill and need a man with an extremely strong Yang energy to balance the Yin and Yang. If you could spend a few nights with me, you may ask for anything.”

Fang Zhou: (Censored) #@$%

He couldn’t help cursing internally, Are these women sick?

Scarred Woman stared coldly at Fang Zhou, then suddenly smiled, “I knew you wouldn’t comply easily, but no worries, even if your limbs are broken, it’s all the same to me.”

After saying so, she took out two balls of paper from her sleeve and threw them on the ground.

Fang Zhou wouldn’t just watch her prepare, he immediately threw an Illusion Technique at her and rushed forward, slashing his sword at the Scarred Woman’s head.

Scarred Woman fell into the illusion, but she recovered in an instant; her spiritual resistance was even higher than that of the youngest gourd kid.

The two paper balls she dropped on the ground quickly expanded and turned into two armored paper soldiers with shields and swords.

The paper soldier on the left blocked in front of Scarred Woman, raising its paper shield to fend off Fang Zhou’s attack. The Evil Slaying Sword struck the paper shield and emitted a sound like metal clashing, as if it had struck an iron shield.

The Evil Slaying Sword was extremely sharp, capable of easily cutting through normal weapons, but this paper shield could block it, demonstrating its solid build.

The other paper soldier swung its paper sword at Fang Zhou, who quickly jumped back to dodge the attack.

Scarred Woman pulled another provoking face: “These two paper soldiers are immune to blades and endlessly energetic; let them keep you company for a while. Just don’t give up too quickly.”

Saying this, she even licked her lips suggestively, emphasizing the words ‘give up,’ with a double entendre.

Fang Zhou silently activated the Qi Gathering Technique, spiritual energy enveloping his body, and charged again at the two paper soldiers, thrusting his sword.

The paper soldier on the left blocked with the shield, while the one on the right immediately swung its sword in a counterattack.

One was responsible for blocking Fang Zhou’s attacks, the other for retaliating, their coordination quite impressive.

After several exchanges with the two paper soldiers, Fang Zhou quickly spotted their weaknesses. They were not real humans after all; although their cooperation was in sync, their movements were stiff and their defense and offense were based on predetermined actions.

Seeing through their weaknesses, Fang Zhou used the powerful properties of the Qi Gathering Technique to circle around the paper soldiers, causing their movements to become chaotic.

He targeted their vulnerabilities, executing simple and understandable swordmanship. The Evil Slaying Sword streaked through like a comet striking the moon, stabbing repeatedly at the vital points of the two paper soldiers.

To no avail, hitting them felt like striking a steel plate, leaving only a few sword marks.

The two paper soldiers, indifferent to Fang Zhou’s attacks, swung their swords wildly, putting Fang Zhou in a flurry of deflecting blows.

The observing Scarred Woman revealed a mocking smile; the two paper soldiers were indeed not agile, but their robust defense was enough to leave one helpless, eventually to exhaust someone to death under their tireless pursuit.

Of course, as Scarred Woman had her sights set on Fang Zhou’s body, naturally she wouldn’t let him die of exhaustion, only to weaken him until he could no longer move, then it would be her time to enjoy the beauty of this man.