Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 368. I just want to see you get beaten up

Chapter 368: 368. I just want to see you get beaten up

Zhou Yan strode towards Fang Zhou, her face unable to contain her excitement.

She practiced a type of dual cultivation skills, enhancing herself by applauding with men, absorbing their energy and life force.

Due to the nature of her skills, Zhou Yan was very sensitive to men. She could discern their quality with just a sniff, and their merit with just a glance.

Ordinary men were like chicken ribs to her, tasteless and dispensable, yet consuming more of them could be filling.

Male cultivators at the Qi Refining Realm were like delectable meals, satisfying both appetite and desire.

Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm were exquisite banquets, never too much no matter how many came, and to Zhou Yan, Gou Cheng and the others were a feast.

Fang Zhou’s level was unknown, but Zhou Yan only knew that this man’s body was irresistibly attracting her. Even with a mask on, obscuring his face, just one whiff made her heart burn with desire, her two mouths salivating furiously.

Zhou Yan had doubted whether Fang Zhou was hiding his strength, but quickly dismissed such a ridiculous thought.

If he was below the Innate Realm, whether he hid his strength was meaningless in this situation; he would only meet his demise.

If he was above the Innate Realm, in Zhou Yan’s eyes as a rogue cultivator, someone in the Innate Realm would already be a big shot, impossible to engage in something so childish.

So Zhou Yan suspected that Fang Zhou possessed some special physique attracting her, and as long as she devoured him, her cultivation would undoubtedly advance by leaps and bounds.

The closer she got to Fang Zhou, the more intense the fire of desire in her heart burned, like a starving wolf encountering delicious fresh meat. She reached out to grab Fang Zhou, now too desperate to drag him to a room, planning to act right then and there.

Just as Zhou Yan’s outstretched hand was about to touch Fang Zhou, suddenly with a "snap", her forearm and elbow bent at nearly a right angle, bones and flesh thoroughly shattered.

Zhou Yan’s mind went blank for a moment, unable to comprehend what happened.

How could her hands, as sturdy as Mystic Iron, just break?

The excruciating pain made her instinctively open her mouth wide, but before she could scream, her chest suddenly suffered a massive trauma.

"Boom!"

With a drum-like thud, a deep hollow appeared in Zhou Yan’s chest. From the skin stretched to its limits, it was evident that it was a fist’s imprint.

Conversely, a large bulge appeared on her back, faintly echoing the sound of breaking bones.

Zhou Yan’s mind was a blank slate, her whole body shot out like a cannonball, flying over ten meters before crashing into a rockery in the courtyard, shattering it completely.

This sudden and eerie scene plunged the courtyard into an instant deathly silence.

Regardless of ally or foe, everyone was dumbfounded, their eyes glassy.

They all saw clearly that Fang Zhou hadn’t made any move at all; Zhou Yan, who had approached him, inexplicably broke her arm and flew backward, collapsing the rockery.

After several seconds of dead silence, the traitor Zhu Feng reacted first.

He immediately turned and ran, heading for the nearest courtyard wall.

Fast as lightning, he leaped up the wall, but just before he could jump off, he felt a steel-like hand tightly grip his ankle.

In terror, Zhu Feng looked back, but there was nothing!

"Ah!!"

Zhu Feng felt himself being yanked back by an incredible force.

He let out a terrified scream, spinning bizarrely in mid-air twice before flying backward, crashing into a rogue cultivator who couldn’t dodge in time.

At this, the other rogue cultivators finally reacted.

"Is there something here?!"

"Can’t see it, is it a demon or a ghost?!"

One rogue cultivator pulled out a talisman from his sleeve, ignited it with spiritual energy, and hurled it forward, exploding in a blaze that lit up the entire courtyard.

This was a Manifestation Talisman, revealing all forms of demons and spirits under its light.

However, the light from the talisman didn’t reveal anything; instead, this rogue cultivator was launched in mid-air, crashing into a side wall.

The remaining rogue cultivators, in their fear, reacted differently; some turned to flee, while others threw magic treasures, launching an attack on Fang Zhou.

All the magic treasures aimed at Fang Zhou strangely reversed mid-air, striking their own wielders.

Those who tried to escape were also pulled back like Zhu Feng.

In the blink of an eye, all present rogue cultivators were down, dead or injured. Except for Fang Zhou, there wasn’t a single person left standing.

Shen Hao and Zhuang Hongyu also laid on the ground, staring dumbly at Fang Zhou.

"Clatter!"

Debris beneath the wall shifted as Gou Cheng sat up from within.

His face was ashen, blood faintly visible at the corners of his mouth, clearly suffering from considerable injuries.

Seeing that only Fang Zhou was standing while all enemies lay prone, Gou Cheng slightly hesitated but wasn’t overly surprised.

For someone in the Innate Realm to fight someone in the Foundation Establishment Realm was like a strong man beating a child senseless; it would be strange if they weren’t beaten to death.

He rose from the ground, slowly walking over to Fang Zhou. Seeing his companions severely injured, he couldn’t resist asking, "Brother Fang, why didn’t you act sooner?"

It wasn’t meant as a reproach; Gou Cheng wouldn’t dare question Fang Zhou. He was simply confused.

With Fang Zhou’s abilities, it would be no problem to eliminate this riffraff immediately; there was no need to wait until the end to act.

Did Brother Fang deliberately want to see us get beaten?

This thought floated into Gou Cheng’s mind but was quickly dismissed. No matter how unserious Brother Fang was, surely he wouldn’t do that... would he?

If Fang Zhou knew what Gou Cheng was thinking, he’d certainly give him a thumbs up.

That’s right, you really understand me; I did indeed want to see you guys get beaten.

Of course, he couldn’t say that, or their friendship would capsize.

Fang Zhou could only let out a light laugh: "I thought you could handle it on your own, so I didn’t plan on intervening. Who knew you were so inept."

Upon hearing this, Gou Cheng couldn’t help but put on a wry smile. It was clear they had set a trap that far exceeded their capabilities, making it impossible to handle.

At the same time, Gou Cheng felt a chill; if he hadn’t brought Fang Zhou along, their buddies would have met disaster that night.

Fang Zhou tucked away the Image Keeping Stone, seeing Gou Cheng’s wry smile, then reached out and patted his shoulder: "Can you manage? You look exhausted; why do you always drop out after three seconds in a fight? Your endurance is lacking."

Gou Cheng: (╥﹏╥)

He had a natural deficiency in spiritual energy; nothing could be done about it. Moreover, he lasted much more than three seconds, after all.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Fang Zhou immediately encouraged him: "Don’t be discouraged. When we get back, I’ll get you some tiger penis for nourishment. I guarantee you’ll be as lively as a dragon once you eat it."

You said that last time too, and I never saw you deliver.

Gou Cheng didn’t want to talk to Fang Zhou anymore. Off to the side, Shen Hao and Zhuang Hongyu supported the unconscious Luo Jingsong and walked over.

Once they approached, these two guys also remained silent, just staring at Fang Zhou in contemplation.

Their gaze was as though they were looking at an alien.