Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 371. Corpse whipping is a personal hobby.

Chapter 371: 371. Corpse whipping is a personal hobby.

Fang Zhou took out the Image Keeping Stone again from the side, secretly sighing, they’re all such actors, not a fool among them.

Gou Cheng didn’t expect the two companions would be at each other’s throats again, not knowing how to mediate.

He saw Fang Zhou watching from the sidelines, and hurriedly said, "Brother Fang, say something!"

Shen Hao and Zhuang Hongyu both turned to look at Fang Zhou in unison.

Fang Zhou: ≖‿≖

He still wanted to keep watching, but Gou Cheng had to stir trouble, hmph, say goodbye to your Tiger Penis.

Faced with the gaze of the spirited young men, Fang Zhou coughed, "Someone like Zhu Feng, even if he regrets it, he’s not sorry for betraying you; he’s sorry he got caught."

Shen Hao looked pleased, but Zhuang Hongyu seemed quite disapproving.

Fang Zhou continued, "However, since he’s already committed suicide, there’s no need to lash at a corpse. After all, we’re members of the righteous path, how can we be like the Evil Cult that insults corpses?"

(°□°;), (°□°;), (°□°;)

Who was the one lashing Zhou Yan’s corpse just a moment ago?

Due to Fang Zhou’s intimidation, Shen Hao and Zhuang Hongyu didn’t dare speak, nor dare to ask, nor continue to tangle with this issue.

After finishing off the surviving enemies in the courtyard, the four of them left over the wall with the unconscious Luo Jingsong.

The courtyard was left with nothing but blood and ruin, and the bodies on the ground, marking the tragic events that once occurred.

About half an hour later, Shen Hao and Zhuang Hongyu peeked over the wall; it turned out they never left and were waiting outside.

Seeing Zhu Feng’s body still unmoving in the courtyard, Zhuang Hongyu said to Shen Hao, "I told you you were wrong, he’s really dead."

Shen Hao was unwilling to believe it, but with the facts in front of him, he had to accept that Zhu Feng indeed ended his own life.

The two retracted their heads, their voices of conversation growing distant.

Another half an hour passed, Zhu Feng’s body suddenly moved slightly, then slowly raised his head to survey his surroundings, listening closely.

Once he was sure there was no one around, he clutched his chest, slowly sitting up from the ground.

"Hmph, if you want to play mind games with me, you’re not there yet."

Zhu Feng let out a cold laugh, eyes full of disdain.

He’d been with Zhou Yan for years and had secretly learned the Turtle Breath Technique from her, never having used it so no one knew.

Until today when he used it and finally deceived several strong enemies.

But soon, the disdain in Zhu Feng’s eyes turned into hatred; he’d struggled for three years, and in the end, it amounted to nothing, with nothing to show for it.

Enduring the pain in his chest, Zhu Feng leapt over the wall in another direction.

"Hmph, you fools, just wait, when I get back I’ll immediately spread your true identities, let you enjoy the taste of being outcasts."

Just as Zhu Feng jumped the wall and landed, preparing to leave, his body suddenly froze.

He slowly turned his head, and saw Shen Hao and the other three, who were supposed to have left, squatting below the wall, watching him coldly.

The harsh words Zhu Feng uttered as he jumped the wall were heard loud and clear by all of them.

He only felt a profound fear rising from his heart, instantly overwhelming his whole body, making his limbs cold and weak.

"I... I..."

He opened his mouth, unable to even utter a word of defense for himself.

Meanwhile, anger rose within, for the sake of ambushing him, they stubbornly crouched under the wall for a whole hour, were they insane?

"Brother Fang was right, scoundrels like him will never feel an ounce of remorse for betraying us."

Shen Hao stood up, slowly drawing out his treasured blade, his cold gaze fixed on Zhu Feng.

Zhu Feng suppressed his fear and angrily said, "Shen Hao, none of you died, why won’t you spare me? Why do you insist on my life?"

Shen Hao raised the blade high, the white Sword Qi gathered on the blade.

He spoke coldly, "When you betrayed us and ambushed Jingsong, you became our mortal enemy!"

Zhu Feng turned to run, but Fang Zhou’s gleaming figure had already silently crept up behind him, restraining his limbs.

"No! Stop it!"

Zhu Feng struggled desperately, and under his terrified gaze, Shen Hao slashed the blade down fiercely.

The white Sword Qi broke through the air, slashing Zhu Feng in the face, piercing through him.

Zhu Feng’s face still held a look of terror, a line of blood emerging straight down from his forehead.

Fang Zhou released his hands, and Zhu Feng’s body slumped forward, splitting apart.

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy for a moment, Shen Hao retrieved his treasured blade, and smiled at Zhuang Hongyu, "Did my acting look convincing just now? Completely fooled this guy."

Zhuang Hongyu also laughed, "I didn’t do any worse, without my cooperation, you’d have been useless alone."

The two of them had been acting just now, almost coming to blows, their purpose to see if Zhu Feng felt any remorse for his betrayal.

Gou Cheng supported Luo Jingsong, smiling as he watched the two; they deliberately brought up the topic to lighten the somber mood among them.

Shen Hao pulled up Zhuang Hongyu, smiling again, "In the end, it was still I who guessed correctly."

Zhuang Hongyu was slightly taken aback, unable to help but sigh, "Indeed, I don’t have as sharp an eye as you."

Shen Hao’s smile gradually faded, seeing the mood grow somber again, Shen Hao quickly turned to Fang Zhou, "Brother Fang’s eye is even keener."

Fang Zhou put away the Image Keeping Stone, smiling, "I’ll accept your flattery, but from my perspective, you two little rascals must still think I’m from the Evil Cult, right?"

The gleaming figure flew behind Shen Hao and Zhuang Hongyu, placing hands on their necks, effortlessly able to snap their soft necks.

The two shivered, quickly assuring Fang Zhou.

"No, we don’t think that at all, Brother Fang is definitely a person of the righteous path."

"That’s right, Brother Fang, that demeanor just screams a righteous hero, how could you be from the Evil Cult."

"Right, right, whoever dares say Brother Fang’s from the Evil Cult, I’ll fight them!"

"Lashing corpses is just a personal hobby, definitely not a demonic deed!"

"Absolutely, wearing a mask is just to avoid scaring little children, truly too kind-hearted!"

Fang Zhou: (눈_눈)

Seeing Fang Zhou’s eyes grow increasingly unfriendly, Gou Cheng hurriedly stopped his two partners from flattering too far.

If they continued, he feared Fang Zhou might really turn into a demon and string them up for a beating.

Though Fang Zhou was indeed a member of the righteous path, Gou Cheng, well knowing Fang Zhou, understood this big shot’s magnanimity wasn’t much greater than a needle’s eye.

Gou Cheng was accustomed to staying silent before Fang Zhou, primarily for fear of inadvertently offending Fang Zhou and being given a hard time.

Shen Hao and Zhuang Hongyu also realized they said too much, immediately shutting their mouths, watching Fang Zhou with nervous eyes.

Fang Zhou chuckled, he was a magnanimous person, not inclined to hold grudges against these two little guys.

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