Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 38 - . No matter how funny, you cannot laugh

Fang Zhou and Han Li left the dining hall and on their way back, Fang Zhou walked ahead while Han Li trailed a couple of steps behind.

She watched his back, her expression calm but her eyes somewhat complicated.

Originally, she thought that Mr. Fang had not been cultivating for long, and in Senior Ling's absence, she would need to protect him.

But to her surprise, Mr. Fang was incredibly powerful. Well, of course, with someone as eminent as Senior Ling as his master, how weak could his disciple possibly be?

Han Li recalled the skills Fang Zhou had displayed in the dining hall – his strength, speed, and technique, all exceeded hers.

She could not help but think back to the basic questions Fang Zhou asked, questions that even a novice would understand. Clearly so powerful, how could he possibly not know?

For a time, Han Li couldn't figure out whether Fang Zhou was doing it on purpose or really didn't understand.

Thinking to herself, her face slightly darkened and she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

But she abruptly caught herself, quickly glanced at Fang Zhou, and seeing that he seemed unaware, she breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't resist tapping her own face with her hand.

Han Li, what are you thinking? Stay calm. You need to be as composed and unruffled as Mr. Fang, with the boldness to remain unwavering even if Mount Tai were to collapse before you.

Look at how he remained indifferent throughout, using force to intimidate those clowns as if it wasn't even worth mentioning.

This breadth of mind and magnanimity is worth learning from.

Han Li silently encouraged herself.

Meanwhile, ahead of her, Fang Zhou's expression had become contorted in an effort to hold back laughter.

He couldn't laugh, he had to maintain the poise of an eminent figure, no matter how hilarious the situation, he couldn't laugh.

No good, can't hold it anymore!

Hahahaha!

That act I just put on, I give myself a hundred points!!

Hahahahaha!!!

Despite the laughter, Fang Zhou wasn't entirely putting on an act for the sake of it.

He deliberately showed off his skills to deter others, letting them understand that he's not easy to provoke. Otherwise, those rowdy bunch might secretly target him, causing endless trouble.

Of course, it was mainly because of those four drunken women's harassment that Fang Zhou went along with the flow – otherwise, he had no interest in showing off.

There's a saying, those who jump too gladly die early, just like those who show off entice trouble; it's a warning that should always be remembered.

Once he had composed himself, Fang Zhou turned back to Han Li and said, "I'm sorry, you didn't even get to have your dinner because of me."

Han Li shook her head: "It's alright, I still have some dry food to satisfy my hunger."

After a pause, she added, "Mr. Fang, I didn't expect you to be so formidable... much more so than me."

"Haha, don't praise me, otherwise, I might start to think I'm really awesome."

Fang Zhou somewhat awkwardly waved his hand: "Those four were drunk, their movements sluggish and that's the only reason I got the upper hand. If it had been a fair fight, the outcome would have been uncertain."

But Han Li didn't see it that way. Cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm have their bodies nourished by Spiritual Energy year-round; it's not so easy for them to get drunk. Those four women may have appeared drunk, but if a fight really broke out, they would sober up instantly.

Han Li felt it wasn't that the four were slow, but that Fang Zhou was too fast and caught them off guard, especially with that triple thrust— even Han Li couldn't see it clearly.

If Fang Zhou had really intended to kill, those four wouldn't have had time to realize what happened before meeting their end.

As Han Li was recalling that moment, Fang Zhou suddenly sniffed: "Ah, that smells good~~ so familiar."

Han Li came back to her senses and also sniffed. There indeed was a meaty aroma in the air, and she immediately identified it: "That's the smell of roast chicken."

After saying this, she paused abruptly and exchanged a glance with Fang Zhou.

This is Monk Temple, where would roast chicken come from?

The two immediately followed the scent, turning a corner into a graceful courtyard. The door of the house was closed tight, with the tantalizing aroma wafting from within.

Fang Zhou walked over and pushed, the door swung open, revealing a true Zen room with a table in the center, on which were steaming dishes of chicken, duck, fish, and meat.

Lanruo Temple's abbot Hui Neng was sitting behind the desk, holding a chicken leg in his hand, gnawing it with grease smeared all around his mouth.

He lifted his head to look at the intruding Fang Zhou and Han Li, his mouth slightly agape, revealing several strands of meat stuck between his teeth.

Fang Zhou complained unhappily, "We were eating bland meat dishes out front while you were hiding here gorging on sumptuous food, and you call yourself a monk? What about the monastic rules and precepts?"

Han Li also gave a nasty look, feeling like she had thrown her hundred taels of silver into the water.

Finally realizing what happened, Hui Neng, unruffled, put down the chicken leg, brought his palms together in a gesture of respect, and said solemnly, "Amitabha, the donors have misunderstood this poor monk. As the abbot of Lanruo Temple, I, of course, must observe the monastic rules and precepts. These chicken, duck, and fish are actually vegetarian chicken, vegetarian duck, vegetarian fish, made by the temple's chef using tofu. This poor monk consumes these things for cultivation, to temper my desire for taste."

Fang Zhou felt like giving Hui Neng a thumbs-up, thinking to himself that this monk is truly a genius in hypocrisy.

"Admirable, admirable, I highly respect a high monk like the master who strictly observes the precepts."

Fang Zhou walked in and picked up the chicken and duck from the table: "Since they are all vegetarian chicken and duck, then there's no problem with me eating your two vegetarian dishes, right?"

Hui Neng was about to stop him when Fang Zhou already hurried out of the room with the chicken and duck, moving faster than when he confronted those four women moments ago.

Both Hui Neng and Han Li were shocked, their eyes widening. Was there such a play?

Han Li hastily followed, but in two seconds, she ran back, picked up the vegetarian fish and pork knuckle from the table, showed Hui Neng an awkward yet polite smile, and dashed off swiftly.

"You two shameless rascals,"

Hui Neng opened his mouth wide, eventually resenting, "At least leave some for me!"

Outside the door, a young monk peeked in, puzzled, "Abbot, have you eaten enough?"

Hui Neng glared at him: "Eat your mischief, now hurry to the kitchen and bring me a few more dishes!"

The young monk took the order and left. Hui Neng sat sulkingly in the meditation cell, thinking this place was not safe and that he had to find a new hiding spot the next day to avoid being found again.

Before long, the young monk ran back with a panicked expression.

"Something bad happened, Abbot, the meals prepared for you in the kitchen have all been eaten."

Hui Neng's eyes darkened instantly.

......

Fang Zhou and Han Li each held two plates of meat dishes as they returned to their quarters, setting them on the table to reveal a sumptuous dinner.

The two exchanged glances and then laughed together.

Fang Zhou guffawed heartily, while Han Li giggled modestly, her smile tinged with a hint of helplessness. She did not expect to follow Fang Zhou and do such a shameful act, to actually steal the abbot's dinner.

"Come on, don't be shy, we deserve this. That baldy took our money and still had the nerve to hog all the food, truly shameless!"

Lacking chopsticks, Fang Zhou directly grabbed a chicken leg with his hand and called Han Li to join.

Han Li never expected Fang Zhou to be so rough as a man.

Just then, there was a rustle from outside the door, and a figure dropped in and strode forward—it turned out to be Ling Xiaoyue, who had been missing for a while.

She fixed a furious glare on Fang Zhou upon seeing the food on the table: "You wicked disciple, to enjoy good food without calling your master, burp~"

After she finished, she belched, with the corners of her mouth still smeared with a bit of oil.

Fang Zhou really wanted to throw the chicken leg in her face: "Where did you run off to sneak some food?"

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Ling Xiaoyue immediately denied it: "No, I just went for a casual stroll."

She sat down and reached for the pork knuckle.

Fang Zhou quickly snatched the plate back: "Stop it, you've already had your fill and you're still fighting with us for food?"

Ling Xiaoyue swiftly switched hands to grab the roast duck: "Your master is only eighty percent full and can still eat."

"Damn it, go away."

Unable to outmaneuver her, Fang Zhou hurried to stuff food in his mouth and didn't forget to remind Han Li: "Eat quickly, or you won't even get to gnaw on the bones."

Watching this master-disciple pair scrapping over a few dishes with none of the mannerisms of the lofty figures they should be, Han Li couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated.

Then she too quickly joined in the scramble for the dishes.