Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 393: 393. What is patriarchy?

Chapter 393: 393. What is patriarchy?

Inside Taobao Mall, Luo Jingsong and the others were already overwhelmed with choices. Initially, they were filled with awe, but soon they became numb.

The introduction of Taobao Mall in the Heavenly Sword Daily was far less detailed than seeing it in person. There were so many types of goods for sale here that you could find almost anything you could imagine, except for some overly precious and rare items.

Cultivators have no resistance to these Magic Treasures, Spirit Mines, and elixirs; whenever they see something good, they want to buy it, unable to control their hands. Before they realize it, their money is gone.

By the time Fang Zhou arrived, the three energetic lads already had their hands full of items, and their pockets, cleaner than their faces, were quite empty.

“This place is terrifying!”

Luo Jingsong suddenly snapped back, looking at his hands in horror: “I couldn’t control my hands from reaching into my wallet.”

“Same here!”

Zhuang Hongyu tightly gripped his now empty wallet, his face full of regret.

Unknowingly, he bought a bunch of things he was interested in, and now his living expenses for next month were gone.

Shen Hao, however, was nonchalant: “What’s there to be afraid of? We rarely come here. Let’s go on a shopping spree. Next time, we’ll think twice about spending.”

Fang Zhou and Gou Cheng exchanged a glance and chuckled silently.

Ha, Shen Hao is still too young. He has no idea about the perils of compulsive spending.

Seeing that there’s still time, Fang Zhou took the three to the Taobao Theater to watch a play.

The establishment of Taobao Theater has been immensely successful, mostly due to the popularity of “Journey to the West: The Punch of Tang Sanzang” and “Legend of the White Snake: Love Triangle,” making the theater almost always fully booked.

It’s said that some cultivators come from afar just to watch the plays.

Of course, Fang Zhou, Yu Qing, Xuan Ling, and Ling Xiaoyue, the original stars, couldn’t perform anymore, so the Heavenly Sword Sect troupe had to select new actors, which turned out surprisingly well.

Moreover, the troupe also wrote and directed many other plays, but sadly, none could match the success of Journey to the West or White Snake.

Eventually, some clever soul had the idea to adapt Lao Shi Ji’s anthologies into plays. While the exact battle scenes weren’t played out — if they were, it would be akin to public indecency.

But those borderline scenes did exist, pushing Taobao Theater to greater popularity.

Fang Zhou could only say “Bravo” to the clever soul who came up with the idea. Since they’re neighbors, he decided not to charge the theater for adapting Lao Shi Ji’s copyright.

Coincidentally, the play being performed tonight was one of Lao Shi Ji’s works, and Luo Jingsong, Shen Hao, and Zhuang Hongyu were very enthusiastic, true loyal fans of Lao Shi Ji.

When the borderline scenes came on, the three, however, blushed and became bashful.

This sight made Fang Zhou feel something was off; as male chauvinists, they should face women equally, both psychologically and physiologically, instead of acting shy.

Seems like they need to build psychological superiority at some point—the best way is naturally to rise to adulthood.

After the stage play ended, most of the audience started leaving, while Luo Jingsong and the others stood up with their faces embarrassed like monkey bottoms.

After shopping at Taobao Mall, Fang Zhou instructed Gou Cheng to book rooms for them in the mall so they could store their items and prepare for a lesson.

Gou Cheng could only lead the three to an inn, book several rooms, and gather in Luo Jingsong’s room, curiously discussing what lesson Fang Zhou would give them.

“Knock, knock!”

Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door, and Gou Cheng, who was nearest, went to open it, finding a familiar face standing outside.

“Xiuzhu?”

Gou Cheng asked in surprise: “What are you doing here?”

The person outside was Wang Xiuzhu, Fang Zhou’s personal substitute.

Seeing Gou Cheng at the door, Wang Xiuzhu was also somewhat bewildered but still bowed: “Brother Gou Cheng, Fang asked me to come.”

“Just call me Gou Cheng. Since Fang invited you, come on in.”

Gou Cheng let Wang Xiuzhu in, also curious about why Fang had called him.

Gou Cheng and Wang Xiuzhu knew each other but had almost never interacted. Although Gou Cheng wasn’t a True Disciple, he was high-ranked, and by seniority, Wang Xiuzhu could only call him brother.

Entering the room, Gou Cheng introduced both parties, and they greeted each other politely, but the previously lively atmosphere cooled down.

Both sides didn’t dare to speak recklessly. Gou Cheng was afraid of leaking any secrets, while Wang Xiuzhu was clueless, filled with questions, not knowing why Fang Zhou summoned him.

The eerie atmosphere didn’t last long as Fang Zhou soon arrived, carrying a hastily made blackboard in his hand.

Entering the room, Fang Zhou removed his mask, as these people had already passed his test, thus no need to conceal his true face.

Seeing Fang Zhou casually remove his mask, Luo Jingsong and Shen Hao were stupefied, their eyes fixated on Fang Zhou’s face.

Both had only one thought—Why the hell are you so handsome yet wearing a mask?

They used to think Fang Zhou must have some facial defects to constantly wear a mask.

Whoosh whoosh!

Two pieces of chalk flew over, striking Luo Jingsong and Shen Hao on their foreheads, snapping them out of their daze.

Fang Zhou warned them: “I know you’re thinking I’m handsome, but don’t stare at me directly. We’re all men; it’ll be nauseating.”

The others nearly burst into laughter—having seen Fang Zhou’s real face before, they weren’t surprised anymore.

Fang Zhou pointed to Wang Xiuzhu and said: “You’ve probably introduced yourselves, so I won’t repeat. I called Wang Xiuzhu here planning to have him join you.”

Everyone was stunned and quickly turned their heads to Wang Xiuzhu.

Wang Xiuzhu, however, had his head full of questions—Join what? How come I don’t know?

Fang Zhou had thought it through; previously, Wang Xiuzhu, with his encouragement, enacted revenge on three female cultists, resulting in a significant shift in mentality.

In a sense, Wang Xiuzhu had become a male chauvinist, though he didn’t realize it yet.

Having joined the Heavenly Sword Sect since youth, his background was clean and decent. Joining Gou Cheng and the others could supplement their vitality.

Fang Zhou hung up the blackboard, holding a makeshift ruler, and tapped the board to draw everyone’s attention.

“Now, let’s start the lesson with our first class called—What is Male Chauvinism?”

Fang Zhou wrote the words “Male Chauvinism” on the board with chalk, then faced everyone.

All five below sat up straight, eyes fixed on the two words on the blackboard.

Fang Zhou pointed the ruler at Shen Hao and said: “Shen Hao, can you answer, what is Male Chauvinism?”