Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 37 - . Someone with just a ladle will get cut.

As the fifth bell sounded, Fang Zhou and Han Li arrived at the dining hall of the temple.

The spacious dining hall was clearly divided into two sections. To the left, at a glance, there was a sea of shaved heads—about two dozen female monks of varying ages were seated around four large wooden tables, which were set with steamed buns, rice porridge, several cold dishes, and a big pot of mushroom soup.

The other side consisted of several rows of small tables, apparently reserved for guests, sparsely seated with over a dozen people. Some were in groups, others were alone, keeping a considerable distance from each other. In the middle, four people were eating and drinking.

Clearly, these dozen or so people were all here for the Secret Treasure. At a glance, Fang Zhou noticed that this group was entirely female, ages ranging from twenty to thirty.

In other words, currently in the whole Lanruo Temple, Fang Zhou was the only man; the rest were all women.

Tch, this feels a bit dangerous.

As Fang Zhou just set foot in the dining hall, all eyes immediately turned to him. If there were spotlights, the scene would be pitch black with only him illuminated.

In Fang Zhou's world, women are a kind of herd creature; as their number increases, they can get very bold. And if they hold an absolute majority, they would turn the tables and create pressure for men.

And in this world, it was even more outrageous; the naked glances gave Fang Zhou the feeling of being a little white rabbit that had wandered into a wolf's den.

The female monks' gazes were fervent and fearless. Though there were strict rules and precepts, looking a bit longer wouldn't lead to pregnancy, right?

And those who came for the treasure were even more audacious, their eyes boldly wandering and lingering over Fang Zhou's chest, arms, and thighs.

Fang Zhou felt a tingle on his scalp but still managed to appear calm and collected as he and Han Li found an empty table to sit down.

A diligent little monk brought dinner to the two of them—steamed buns, rice porridge, a few cold dishes, a plate of stir-fried bok choy, and a bowl of mushroom soup. That was it; as expected, the meal was vegetarian—it couldn't get any more plain.

Fang Zhou stopped the little monk who was about to leave: "How come they get to eat meat, but we don't?"

Fang Zhou was referring to the four women sitting not far from him. It was clear that these four were together; their table was piled with meat and alcohol, several empty wine jars on the ground, and all four were flushed with drink.

The little monk whispered, "Please forgive us, benefactor. Our temple doesn't provide meat dishes. The meat for those benefactors was hunted outside by themselves, and the wine was brought by them too."

Fang Zhou nodded and after the little monk left, Han Li whispered, "Master, should I go and hunt some game?"

Fang Zhou shook his head: "No need to trouble yourself, this is fine."

He had just asked out of habit; it wasn't as if he absolutely needed meat, that would be too fussy.

"Hey, little brother over there~"

It seemed that their conversation was overheard by the boisterous four; one of them lifted a wine jug and called out to Fang Zhou loudly, "Want to eat meat? Come over then, big sister will feed you, haha."

The other three also started to make a racket: "Come here, little brother, have a drink with your sisters; eat as much meat as you like."

Fang Zhou smiled and responded, "Thank you, but you can enjoy it yourselves."

He did not want to cause trouble but overlooked something—when dealing with drunks, one must never engage with them, otherwise, they would push it further.

Sure enough, as soon as Fang Zhou replied, the four somewhat drunken women immediately got even more excited.

"Little brother, don't be shy, come on over."

"Your sisters won't eat you, haha!"

"Come for a good time."

The clamor of these four made everyone else in the dining hall frown. The monks just watched, not daring to intervene; those who came in search of treasure kept to themselves, not wanting to get involved in trouble.

Fueled by alcohol, the four were becoming increasingly offensive, spewing all sorts of vulgarities.

Listening to these sleazy words, Fang Zhou had no reaction. As an old driver who had seen countless films, these mediocre vulgarities were no big deal to him.

But this made it impossible to enjoy the meal, so Fang Zhou could only say to Han Li, "Too noisy, let's go."

Han Li nodded and stood up to leave.

Just as they were about to step out, a porcelain bowl flew past and crashed in front of them.

Bang! The entire dining hall instantly fell silent.

The woman who threw the bowl cockily raised a leg and said, "Did I say you could leave? Our throats are hoarse from shouting for you, and you're trying to leave without having a few drinks?"

Han Li swiftly stood in front of Fang Zhou, her hand on the hilt of her sword, quickly pondering for a countermeasure.

"What realm are these four people at, can you tell?" Han Li suddenly heard Fang Zhou's voice behind her, as if he were speaking right into her ear.

Han Li instantly felt a numbness on her back and as if her limbs were stiffened, with her ears feeling hot and itchy.

She hastily replied, "They are all in the Qi Refining Realm, not higher than me."

"Then step aside, let me handle this!" Fang Zhou put his hand on Han Li's shoulder and nudged her to the side.

Summoning Hu Lai's invisible left hand, Fang Zhou grabbed a steaming bowl of mushroom soup from the table ahead and hurled it at the four women.

Since there was no sign of Fang Zhou moving and Hu Lai's left hand was invisible, the four women were caught completely off guard.

The flying mushroom soup hit the leg-raising woman, splashing with a smack, soup scattering, bowl shattering, flipping her onto her back.

The remaining three women turned in surprise, their reflexes dulled by alcohol, and seemed not to have realized what had happened.

Fang Zhou, with the Evil Slaying Sword in hand, operated the Qi Gathering Technique, and spiritual energy instantly flooded his body.

While the entire tavern's attention was captivated by the bowl of mushroom soup, Fang Zhou, as quick as a charging horse, reached the four women in a blink and thrust out three consecutive strikes.

Each stab was simple and direct, yet executed effortlessly and as fast as lightning.

After completing the three thrusts, the woman who had fallen was just getting up when Fang Zhou's sword was already at her neck, immobilizing her.

Only then did the other three women realize Fang Zhou's approach, they stood up abruptly, but with three thumping sounds, their chests burst open, each revealing a fine cut oozing blood, and only then did they feel a slight pain.

The three were completely unaware of when they had been attacked and stood still in shock, not even thinking to cover their exposed clothes.

Fang Zhou surveyed them with a critical gaze, serious and stern, appreciating his handiwork. This was the Cloth Exploding Sword Technique derived from the straightforward swordsmanship, indeed formidable.

His gaze finally settled on the woman who had spoken first.

The woman's drunkenness was scared away, sweat beading on her forehead, and her lost wits finally returned.

These four women were independent cultivators who feared nothing more than offending someone without reason. Unfortunately, after a few cups too many, their sense became inflated.

Even the well-known proverb "A swaying head may invite a blade" was forgotten.

With her face flushed, whether from the hot soup or fear, she quickly bowed to Fang Zhou: "Thank you for your mercy, esteemed one. We sisters were blind to see, are willing to accept punishment and ask for your forgiveness."

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The other three women, also with lingering fears, bowed to apologize. They weren't fools; for Fang Zhou to easily inflict small cuts on their chests was even more difficult than stabbing them to death.

To concede to such a master did not mean being cowardly.

Fang Zhou softly said, "I'll leave you with some advice, don't act arrogantly... cough, I mean, there is always someone better than you, so stay humble."

That was close, nearly ruined the cool factor.

Their heads sunk even lower as they chorused, "We've learned our lesson."

Fang Zhou calmly sheathed the Evil Slaying Sword, satisfied with the four women's admission of wrong.

But your clothes are torn open at the chest, bowing and bending over in front of me like that isn't quite appropriate.

Fang Zhou didn't look further, glancing around the tavern. Those who previously ogled him unabashedly now averted their gazes and refused to meet his eye.

He left the tavern nonchalantly, Han Li at his side.

After Fang Zhou left, the four women collapsed onto their chairs, filled with the relief of having survived a disaster. They were independent cultivators without any sect; even if Fang Zhou had killed them, there would be no one to avenge them.

They looked at the remaining drinks on the table but dared not to touch them again.