Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 29: My disciple has the makings of a racehorse.

After leaving Qingde City, Fang Zhou returned to a life of braving the elements.

In this era of backward productivity, traveling in the wilderness is no easy feat; every meal comprises dry rations and raw water, and even defecating requires vigilance against snakes in the bushes.

At night, when he cultivated, the overwhelming mosquitoes nearly drained him dry, forcing him to wrap himself up tightly.

Comparatively, Ling Xiaoyue seemed to be on a leisurely outing, her clothes always free of dust, never bitten by mosquitoes, and since she practiced fasting, she didn't need to eat or drink at all. She spent her days lying on the horse's back, drinking, sleeping, and basking in the sun, in utmost comfort.

Fang Zhou was incredibly envious, but this harsh life was also a tempering experience for him. He could feel his cultivation making smooth progress; although he was still in the Qi Refining Realm (entry-level), he could feel his physique slowly strengthening each day. His spiritual energy constantly nourished his body, and his physical condition had improved from an 8-point rating to a 9.

A 9-point physique gave him extraordinary strength and endurance, making his cultivation twice as effective with half the effort.

After leaving Qingde City, they passed through several small cities and villages, but the master and disciple pair did not stop. They continued their journey northward.

According to Ling Xiaoyue's estimate, they had traveled half of the distance, and in another half a month, they would be back at their sect.

In the Nameless Valley.

"Ptui~"

Li Dahong spat out a chewed-up root she had been nibbling on, looked up at the afternoon sun, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and felt impatient.

Turning her head, she saw her underlings scattered across the grass, either lying around or hiding in the shade, their weapons tossed aside.

Li Dahong felt a surge of anger and couldn't help but yell: "Everyone, get up! You're all slouching around without a hint of proper posture; you show no image of bandits at all, completely tarnishing the reputation of Black Wind Stronghold."

The bandits responded in a disorganized chorus but remained immovable as if their bottoms had taken root, only Li Huanghua from the same village made a bitter face and said to Li Dahong: "Big sister, it's too hot, let the sisters rest a bit longer."

Li Dahong, enraged, retorted: "Resting, always resting, has it not been over a month since Black Wind Stronghold has had any action? Haven't you rested enough? At this rate, we'll all end up drinking the northwest wind."

Li Huanghua sighed: "There are demons on this mountain route, and there are fewer and fewer merchants and travelers passing through. We can't keep waiting here, doing nothing."

She glanced up at the sky and continued, "Big sister, no one travels the mountain path at this hour. Let's head back early; once the hour of the rooster passes, the demon will come out to prey on humans and livestock again."

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Li Dahong hesitated, but just then, a bandit who had been out scouting ran back excitedly: "Big sister, fat sheep have arrived, fat sheep have arrived!"

Upon hearing this, Li Dahong immediately raised her big saber and shouted, "Sisters, follow me, it's time to make a move!"

The rest of the bandits quickly picked up their weapons, following Li Dahong in a clamor.

In the winding valleys, two horses were making their way along the mountain path; Xiaoyue lay on the horseback with legs crossed, swaying leisurely while humming an unknown tune.

Fang Zhou took the chance to refine his Qi. After all, Sunshine Tribe's horse was quite spiritual, following closely behind the sixth generation without straying.

Whoosh—

A sudden whooshing noise was followed by an arrow striking the ground right in front of the two horses.

Then, with a battle cry, more than ten bandits charged down from both sides of the valley, encircling Fang Zhou and Xiaoyue.

Xiaoyue kept reclining on the horseback soaking up the sun, undisturbed by the arrival of the bandits, not even bothering to open her eyes.

Fang Zhou, on the other hand, was on alert. Throughout their journey, they had encountered several groups of bandits. Initially, Xiaoyue handled them, but later on, Fang Zhou took over.

But these bandits were truly a sore sight for the eyes, unbearable to behold.

These bandits were all women but ugly as sin, save for a few leaders with intact clothing, the rest wearing only trousers, exposing their chests under the bright sun, a degradation of moral hierarchy.

Had they had good figures, Fang Zhou would not mind at all, but some of them hung down to their bellies, while others could sling them over the shoulder.

On closer inspection, Fang Zhou felt he might go blind.

"Ha ha ha!"

Li Dahong let out a hearty laugh. As bandits, they feared two things the most: being unable to overpower the enemy, and the fat sheep getting away.

Yet these two fat sheep stood foolishly in place, not attempting to run.

"Sisters!"

Li Dahong pointed her saber at Fang Zhou, her eyes gleaming, "Kill the woman, but this man is tall and sturdy, definitely robust and durable. Take him back to serve as a stud!"

The bandits cheered, eyes fixed on Fang Zhou, as if they wanted to pull him off his horse right then and there.

Fang Zhou felt a chill run through his body, while Xiaoyue next to him opened her eyes, sat up, and laughed along with the bandits, "I never expected, my disciple, that you would have the makings of a stud. This is a great fortune for our sect. In the future, should the sect need money, we could have you mate for a fee, ten thousand taels a time, non-negotiable!"

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"Shut up, you double-dealer."

Fang Zhou picked up the Evil Slaying Sword, leaped from the horseback, traversed two zhang in the air, and with a slash aimed straight at Li Dahong.

Li Dahong was taken aback and hurriedly raised his broadsword to block.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the broadsword in Li Dahong's hand was instantly cut into two pieces, and a wound was cleaved open on his chest, with blood flowing profusely.

Li Dahong screamed miserably and fell, only then did the bandits nearby wave their weapons and rush forward.

Fang Zhou activated the Qi Guiding Technique, instantly enveloping his body in spiritual energy, significantly increasing his speed and strength.

There was no need to do so against a group of bandits, Fang Zhou was doing this to improve the proficiency of the Qi Guiding Technique. Moreover, one should go all out even when hunting a rabbit, not to underestimate any enemy and avoid capsizing in the gutter.

The bandits only felt a blur before they lost sight of Fang Zhou, followed by the crackling sound of weapons being severed and dropping, their inferior weapons were no match for a casual strike of the Evil Slaying Sword.

Li Dahong, clutching his wound, got up and took to his heels.

Fang Zhou noticed Li Dahong's fleeing figure, flitted forwards, and blocked her path, his sword resting on her neck.

Thud.

Li Dahong immediately knelt down, begging loudly, "Hero, please spare my life!"

The bandits were stunned in place, and a few more agile ones also turned tail and ran, but Fang Zhou picked up a few stones and shot them down one by one.

After a dozen or so breaths, the group of bandits were all kneeling in front of Fang Zhou, like students waiting for a scolding from their teacher.

According to Fang Zhou's plan, he intended to teach these bandits a small lesson, cutting off a hand or a foot would be sufficient.

However, Ling Xiaoyue had different intentions. In her eyes, bandits were nothing more than buzzing mosquitoes, yet even the smallest mosquito had its flesh.

She sat on her horseback, smiling at the kneeling bandits, "If you want to live, that can be arranged, but you'll have to pay for your lives."

The bandits shook their heads in unison, falling over themselves to declare that they belonged to the Sunshine Tribe, usually spending any money they robbed immediately, without any savings.

Ling Xiaoyue's gaze fell on Li Dahong, who immediately tried to ingratiate herself with a smile, "Both of you heroes, we're all miserable paupers, forced to take up this trade because we can't survive, we don't have any money."

Yet Ling Xiaoyue did not relent and asked again, "Really, not even a single copper coin? Wealth is external, it can't be brought into life nor carried into death, life is more important after all. You'd better think carefully."

The bandits shook their heads again, and Li Dahong repeated her appeasing smile, "Truly, we don't have anything, not a single copper coin. It has been hard enough for me to lead my sisters in scraping a living. To take care of them, I eat chaff and swallow vegetables and don't even spend extra on clothing. How could I have saved much money?"

"Big sister!"

The bandits looked at Li Dahong through tearful eyes, touched.

"What a deep sisterly love, you have moved me."

Ling Xiaoyue followed with a clap of her hands and then raised a finger, a glimmer of light shining at the fingertip.

She pointed her finger at the bandits, and the glimmer of light immediately shot out, circling around each of the bandits before disappearing.

The observing Fang Zhou asked curiously, "What's this?"

Every once in a while, Ling Xiaoyue would bring out some new trick, piquing Fang Zhou's interest.

"A type of Truth-telling Technique, you'll understand very soon."

Ling Xiaoyue answered nonchalantly, and then with a smile told the bandits, "Come on, tell me how much secret money you have. No need to rush, one by one, starting with you."

Ling Xiaoyue casually pointed to the one on the far left, who immediately blurted out, "Five taels!"

After speaking, she quickly covered her mouth, looking shocked.

Next to her, the other bandits started confessing their hidden savings, counting off one after another like a roll call.

"Four taels!"

"Seven taels!"

"Three taels!"

"Five taels!"

"One tael!"

"Five thousand taels!"

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