Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 403: 403. Three Hundred Thousand Terrifying Female Bachelors

Chapter 403: 403. Three Hundred Thousand Terrifying Female Bachelors

The male disciples’ jaws had dropped to the ground. Who would have thought these things were actually related, and the consequences were so severe.

At the same time, they were a bit pleased, realizing the importance of men’s status.

Fang Zhou looked at the male disciple, “Do you understand where you were wrong now?”

The male disciple blushed and bowed with shame, “I’ve been taught a lesson!”

This kind of propaganda, even if women see it, they wouldn’t think it has anything to do with them, right?

Fang Zhou nodded and let him sit down.

His argument is actually the most typical slippery slope fallacy, using a series of causal reasoning but exaggerating the strength of each link to arrive at an unreasonable conclusion.

After the male disciples had digested Fang Zhou’s speech, someone asked, “President Fang, although you make some sense, isn’t this a bit exaggerated?”

As expected, someone pointed out the irrationality of the slippery slope.

Fang Zhou didn’t argue back, but smiled, “Since you think it’s exaggerated, let’s use a more realistic example.”

He wrote the words “gender ratio” on the blackboard.

“Let’s not talk about the entire world, just the Cultivation World. It’s an indisputable fact that there are few men in the Cultivation World, and the scarcity of male cultivators leads to a disadvantageous outcome for female cultivators.”

Fang Zhou asked everyone, “Do you know what the outcome is?”

The male disciples shook their heads in unison; at the moment, they really couldn’t think of what outcome the scarcity of male cultivators would have on female cultivators.

Fang Zhou revealed the answer directly, “The outcome is too many wolves and not enough meat. Many female cultivators won’t be able to find male partners, having to spend their lives alone without even the opportunity to have offspring to inherit from them. Wouldn’t you say this is very disadvantageous for them?”

Everyone was dumbfounded, not expecting Fang Zhou to explain it from this angle. Thinking about it, it’s damn reasonable!

Gou Cheng felt this deeply, as there were too many women competing for him, even many who used to be friends had turned against each other because of him.

This made him not want to go out casually now. Otherwise, it would be his fault. Ah, being handsome is just so… Ah!

Gou Cheng was silently lamenting, only to be hit on the forehead by a piece of chalk thrown by Fang Zhou.

Gou Cheng covered his forehead and looked at Fang Zhou speechlessly, “Brother Fang—cough cough—President Fang, why did you throw something at me?”

Fang Zhou said discontentedly, “I smelled a stinky odor, turned around, and found you being vain. Do you think you’re very handsome, being fought over by so many women?”

You brat, daring to show off your vanity in front of humanity’s treasure like me, truly wielding a broadsword at Rushan’s gate, oblivious to your limits.

Gou Cheng quickly denied, “No, I wasn’t being vain.”

Fang Zhou gave a cold snort and ignored him, turning to continue, “There are surveys showing that throughout the Cultivation World there are as many as 300,000 single women. Think about it, 300,000 women unable to find male partners; isn’t this a terrifying and tragic matter? And we all know, with gender inequality, a woman can marry multiple men at the same time whereas a man cannot, which exacerbates the imbalance of the gender ratio, leading to more women unable to find men while a small group of women monopolizes a large number of excellent men, promoting the birth of more single women. Put yourself in their shoes, if you were women facing such a situation, would you think gender equality is a good thing or a bad thing?”

Of course, it would be an extraordinarily good thing. If gender equality was realized and each woman could only marry one man, then the issue of single women could be greatly alleviated.

The male disciples fell into deep thought; they were smart people, and through Fang Zhou’s two examples, finally began to understand how the Male Right Vanguard should promote men’s rights.

Writing Fang Zhou’s two examples into articles and publishing them in newspapers, those women who couldn’t find male partners wouldn’t think it has anything to do with them at all.

At the same time, the male disciples secretly rejoiced, realizing how important men’s status in the Cultivation World was; women couldn’t live without them.

Fang Zhou coldly smiled, throwing cold water on them, “Don’t be presumptuous. In the eyes of many women, you’re just tools for venting desire and seed-providing machines. Don’t think you’re so precious or rare; the scarcity of men would make those who can’t find men accumulate desires. If not released, they can’t help but act out violently against men. You must have encountered many thirsty female cultivators; with gender inequality, ultimately, the victims are still men. Remember this well, don’t think you’re so valuable.”

This is the budding of a chauvinistic male rights movement, and it must be suppressed.

Fang Zhou’s warning made everyone shiver inwardly, quickly casting those inappropriate thoughts aside.

“This is the end of today’s class. Through the above two examples, I hope you now know how to write and promote the Male Right Vanguard.”

Gou Cheng had an epiphany too and was quick to lead the applause for Fang Zhou.

Others, not fully understanding, also instinctively started clapping, filling the Dharma Transmission Hall with enthusiastic applause.

In this warm applause, Fang Zhou turned and left, leaving behind many respectful and thoroughly convinced gazes.

…

While Fang Zhou was fervently engaged in the Male Right Association, inspectors sent by the Righteous Alliance finally arrived at the Heavenly Sword Sect.

“The Cloud Sea Mountains, a nostalgic scene. The last time I came here was ten years ago, accompanying my master.”

The speaker was a woman in a blue and white Daoist robe, sitting steadily on a cloud.

Beside her stood a woman in white in midair, her appearance and demeanor cold as ice.

The Daoist robe woman asked the white-robed woman beside her, “Aoshuang, how do you find the scenery here?”

“Average!”

The white-robed woman continued flying forward, and the Daoist robe woman smiled and shook her head, slowly following.

The two were walking to the main gate of the Mountain Protection Array of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and coincidentally, Feng Qin was guarding the gate today.

“Elder Feng Qin, it’s been years, you’re still as graceful as ever.”

The Daoist robe woman greeted Feng Qin with a smile, as they had a slight connection from years back.

Feng Qin was also quite surprised to see her, “Xiao Yin? What brings you here?”

Xiao Yin smiled, handing a document to Feng Qin, “Under the order of the Alliance, we’re here to inspect the Male Rights Association founded by Taoist Fang, have you heard of it, Elder Feng Qin?”

Of course, Feng Qin had heard of it. It’s been quite lively recently.

She took the document and read it, then looked at the white-robed woman and smiled, “This should be Taoist Ming Aoshuang, right? I’ve heard much about you.”

Ming Aoshuang nodded indifferently, “Average.”

Feng Qin’s eyes revealed a hint of surprise; this Ming Aoshuang seemed not to be here with good intentions.