Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 30 - . I’m Han Li from Qingyun Sect

All the bandits present shuddered and turned their heads in unison, even Fang Zhou was taken aback, as a four-digit figure suddenly emerged among the single digits.

Amid everyone's astonished gazes, Li Dahong clutched her mouth tightly, her face flushed red, but it was no use, everyone heard the figure 'five thousand taels' burst from her mouth.

Truly impressive, truly worthy of the big sister who cares so deeply for her sisters, to have saved five thousand taels in such a godforsaken place.

The bandits stared at Li Dahong with fiery eyes, their mouths emitting "damn hell" and "screw it" and other endearing words of comfort, this passionate sisterly love was indeed touching.

Ling Xiaoyue picked a few of the more honest bandits and instructed them to go back to Black Wind Stronghold and bring Li Dahong's private stash.

To prevent these bandits from running off with the money, Ling Xiaoyue specially cursed them, stating that if they dared to flee, a terrible curse would strike them dead.

Even though Fang Zhou felt Ling Xiaoyue was bluffing, these bandits took it seriously, their faces paled with fear, and they hurriedly ran back.

Black Wind Stronghold was not close to this valley, and the journey back and forth took quite some time. By the time dusk fell and the rooster crowing had passed, several bandits hurried back, carrying a cloth bag filled with five thousand taels they had found in Li Dahong's room.

"My money, my money!"

Li Dahong cried hysterically seeing the bag of money, it was the accumulation of many years, now all gone in an instant.

Just like toiling tirelessly for decades, just to return to ground zero overnight.

"Leave me some, please, just leave me some."

Li Dahong cried out to Fang Zhou, her voice hoarse, her expression one of extreme agony.

Fang Zhou felt a bit of compassion, feeling as though he himself was the bandit who had robbed her of her hard-earned money.

"Oh, I'm too kind-hearted, I'll leave you some."

Fang Zhou felt his pockets and pulled out a copper coin, tossing it in front of Li Dahong.

Li Dahong picked up the copper coin from the ground, crying even louder.

Unexpectedly, even a small den of bandits like this had such a big windfall, Ling Xiaoyue was delighted, using her Sleeve Universe to pocket the money.

Fang Zhou watched jealously, dying to learn this technique, but unfortunately, Ling Xiaoyue, the stingy, refused to teach him.

"Heaven carries the virtue of all things good, seeing how pitiful you all are, I'll let you go."

After collecting the money, Ling Xiaoyue's mood greatly improved, graciously allowing the bandits to leave without a harsh word.

But Fang Zhou felt that Ling Xiaoyue was definitely not that kind-hearted, she was likely fishing, letting the bandits go now only to profit again when they return, what a ruthless woman.

The bandits thanked Ling Xiaoyue and Fang Zhou profusely, supporting each other as they left, the greatly distressed Li Dahong was also carried away by her sisters.

"Let's go, disciple."

Ling Xiaoyue lay back down, propped up her legs, and hummed a tune, utterly pleased with this unexpected fortune.

Fang Zhou thought for a moment and said, "That technique Sleeve Universe..."

Ling Xiaoyue knew what Fang Zhou wanted to say, and with her eyes closed, she answered, "Oh, what's the rush, you're not ready to learn yet, when your realm is sufficient, I as your master will naturally teach you."

Tch~ I think you're just making excuses.

Fang Zhou inwardly snorted, then slapped the horses' necks, signaling them to catch up with the rest.

Just as they walked out, a faint scream suddenly erupted from behind.

Fang Zhou was startled, quickly turning back, only to see the bandits climbing the side slope of the valley being swept up by a mysterious black wind, their screams emanating from within it.

"What is that?!"

Fang Zhou turned to Ling Xiaoyue and realized she had sat back up on her horse, her expression calm, "Daring to devour humans in front of me, quite bold!"

She threw her wine pot forward, transforming it into a dark streak headed towards the black wind on the mountain slope.

With a clash of the pot, the black wind instantly dispersed, throwing the bandits entangled within it outward.

The wine pot spun back into Ling Xiaoyue's hand.

Just when Fang Zhou thought it was over, a surge of black wind blew towards them, making him unable to open his eyes, and the horses were also pushed back repeatedly.

The entire valley was engulfed in flying sand and stones, the stirred dust darkening the skies.

Ling Xiaoyue sat unmoved on her horse, but the black wind finally caused her clothes and hair to sway slightly.

Faintly within the black wind, a massive ghostly head appeared, over three meters in both length and width, opening its mouth wide towards Fang Zhou and Ling Xiaoyue.

"Cover your ears."

Following Ling Xiaoyue's warning, Fang Zhou quickly lifted his hands to cover his ears.

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He saw Ling Xiaoyue's lips part slightly, and the next moment, a thunderous roar burst forth from her mouth.

"Scram!"

This sound, like thunder falling from the ninth heaven, shook both horses to their knees. Fang Zhou felt his brain about to burst, and his eardrums almost shattered.

The rolling sonic wave immediately shattered the approaching ghostly head, scattered the surrounding black winds, and cleared the sky of dust. The entire valley became pristine, with the moon hanging high and stars sparse.

Fang Zhou stared blankly at Ling Xiaoyue, slowly regaining his hearing.

This was his second time witnessing Ling Xiaoyue taking action, but the power displayed far surpassed the previous occasion. This was not a battle he could partake in.

Fang Zhou initially thought that after this period of cultivation and strengthening, the gap between him and Ling Xiaoyue might have narrowed somewhat, yet it seemed to be growing wider.

No, he never truly knew just how formidable Ling Xiaoyue could be. His cheap master always appeared enigmatic in his eyes.

At this rate, when would he be able to surpass her?

"What's wrong, disciple? You look stunned."

Ling Xiaoyue, proud with her hands on her hips, teased, "Are you overwhelmed by your master's invincible posture? Don't make a fuss; this is just standard procedure for me. Under my guidance, someday you can be just as badass."

Fang Zhou, snapped back to reality by Ling Xiaoyue's smug appearance, grumbled, "Overwhelmed my ass, you almost burst my ears."

"Haha, no need to feel shy; I've already seen admiration in your eyes."

"That five thousand taels just now..."

"Ungrateful disciple!"

Fang Zhou intentionally climbed upon the valley slope, only to find that the bandits were either dead or injured, with limbs scattered everywhere. Few had survived.

It made him silent, not out of sympathy for the bandits, but wondering if he himself could resist the black wind in their shoes.

He secretly had an answer; facing the black wind, his fate might not differ much from these bandits.

This was an absolute gap in strength, not something a few skills could make up for.

Fang Zhou thought he was already quite strong, but this was clearly one of life's great illusions.

After questioning a surviving bandit, he learned that this mountain range had seen demon appearances starting this year, usually emerging around dusk to prey on livestock and people.

Today, the bandits had lingered too long, drawing the demon's attention.

Fang Zhou returned to Ling Xiaoyue's side and the master-disciple duo resumed their journey. The demon did not reappear, dead or alive unknown.

"What was that thing?"

Fang Zhou asked Ling Xiaoyue, "It seemed very powerful, what realm is it?"

"A Mountain Demon with considerable cultivation."

Ling Xiaoyue yawned casually, "It's probably just touched the threshold of the Innate Realm. If it lived another few decades, it might have succeeded in reaching the Innate Realm, but it's heavily injured by your master now, leaving potential complications. Whether it can achieve the Innate is uncertain now."

This was somewhat beyond Fang Zhou's expectation. He thought the demon had at least reached the Innate Realm but turned out it had only neared the threshold, needing decades more to attain Innate.

Fang Zhou thought the Innate Realm was trivial, now realizing his misjudgment—the Innate Realm was not weak; it was his perception that was narrow.

Considering this, an urgent sense arose in Fang Zhou's heart. The world was dangerous; demons freely devoured humans, and yet he was so weak, only able to travel safely under Ling Xiaoyue's protection.

He must cultivate more diligently, as Ling Xiaoyue was not entirely reliable; after all, she had already lost one disciple.

Eventually, he must rely on his own strength to truly stand on his own.

Fang Zhou seized each minute, continuing his cultivation on horseback without wasting a second.

As the night deepened, the master-disciple duo found an old, dilapidated Land God Temple beside the mountain path and rested inside.

Just after gathering some dry wood to start a campfire, Fang Zhou noticed Ling Xiaoyue lying down on a pile of straw.

"Disciple, tonight is the night of the full moon. Your master will meditate quietly overnight. Guard for me, and no matter what happens, do not wake me; otherwise, there is a risk of me deviating from my path."

This was the first time Fang Zhou saw Ling Xiaoyue speaking so seriously, and he expressed surprise, "Really?"

Ling Xiaoyue glanced at him, "Would I joke about this?"

Yet Fang Zhou was worried, perhaps Ling Xiaoyue had been injured during today's encounter with the Mountain Demon?

He wanted to ask more, but saw Ling Xiaoyue had already closed her eyes and fallen into a deep sleep, her breathing becoming faint.

Fang Zhou had no choice but to drop the subject.

Soon, faint footsteps sounded outside the Land God Temple; someone was approaching.

Fang Zhou turned his head to look toward the entrance, and saw a dark-skinned young girl walking in.

Seeing Fang Zhou and his master, the girl paused, then greeted with a bow.

"I am Han Li from Qingyun Sect, passing through here. Please allow me to rest."