Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 39 - . Master Hui Neng’s Innate Talent

After nightfall, Fang Zhou specifically went to check out the Treasure Viewing Platform built by the monks.

The so-called Treasure Viewing Platform is just a simple wooden structure about ten feet high, situated on the hillside beside Lanruo Temple.

Climbing up Fang Zhou found, indeed, there were monks standing guard over it, keeping a constant watch on any movement regarding the Secret Treasure, day and night.

From the platform, one could see the distant hilltop where the old site of Lanruo Temple was located, but now that it was night, it was pitch black over there and nothing could be seen clearly.

According to Monk Hui Neng's description, if the Secret Treasure were to appear, that entire hilltop would emanate seven-colored rosy clouds, the light shooting straight into the sky, clearly visible from afar.

Over the past ten or so days, there had been no appearance of the rosy clouds. According to the monks' estimates, it should be happening soon, with the longest intervals usually not exceeding half a month, but it was not expected tonight.

Fang Zhou came down from the Treasure Viewing Platform and returned to his room.

Han Li in the room next door had already gone to sleep, while Ling Xiaoyue had run up to perch in a locust tree's canopy again; that person was like a monkey, preferring to stay up in trees.

There was no moon tonight, so Fang Zhou prepared to practice cultivation inside his room, not wanting to feed the mosquitoes outside.

Before starting cultivation, however, he set up a simple early warning trap on the room door. After today's conflict with those four women, although he had managed to intimidate them, as the saying goes, people tend to stew in their own resentment when they yield for the moment and feel more aggrieved the more they think about it.

Just in case they couldn't get over it and decided to sneak over for an assault in the middle of the night, and he happened to be cultivating, that would spell disaster.

One doesn't worry about the ten thousand possibilities, but rather the one in ten thousand. Fang Zhou felt it was necessary to be vigilant. He couldn't rely on Ling Xiaoyue outside for everything; what if she slept through it all?

At this moment, Fang Zhou was envious of Li Ruyu's methods—creating hidden exorcism charms and early warning measures on the ground that would automatically be triggered by someone or something evil.

While all he could play with were manual devices—there was just too big of a gap.

After setting the trap, Fang Zhou sat down cross-legged on the bed and began cultivation, but he also paid a bit of attention to his surroundings, not completely immersing himself in cultivation.

Time ticked by second by second. The monks finished their evening chanting and turned in for the night, and the whole Lanruo Temple was silent.

After midnight, the night was like water, everything deathly still.

In the midst of cultivation, Fang Zhou suddenly smelled a faint scent of grass, like the aroma that drifts from a meadow after rain.

Soon after, he heard a "click" behind him as the early warning trap by the door was triggered.

Fang Zhou instantly came out of his meditative state, but he didn't hurry to open his eyes. He continued to maintain the posture of cultivating, with the Evil Slaying Sword right beside him, ready for use.

The room door creaked as it was gently pushed open, and a cool night breeze blew in.

Fang Zhou listened intently but heard nothing; the smell of grass, however, became more pronounced.

He slightly opened his eyes.

A pale face was extremely close, two dark eyes staring into his own.

"Shit!"

Fang Zhou cursed in shock, his body reflexively jerking backward as he grabbed for the Evil Slaying Sword beside him and swept forward.

With a "whoosh", the Evil Slaying Sword sliced through the air, hitting nothing.

Fang Zhou quickly retreated to the corner of the bed by the wall, scanning everywhere, but seeing nothing; the dimly lit room was empty, only the door standing wide open.

He held his wildly beating chest and swallowed hard.

What was that just now? A ghost or a hallucination?

"Hee hee!"

A woman's laughter suddenly rang in his ear.

Fang Zhou turned around and thrust out with his sword, piercing the wall.

Suddenly, there was a chill at the back of his neck as if someone had touched him with an ice-cold hand.

Fang Zhou's scalp exploded as he hastily circulated the Qi Gathering Technique, filling his body with Spiritual Energy, and threw a punch with all his might into the air, producing a sharp crack, yet he hit nothing.

"Hee hee... Hee hee..."

The woman's laughter sounded both far and near, seemingly mocking Fang Zhou.

He vigilantly watched his surroundings, quickly considering countermeasures in his mind when he noticed the grass scent had vanished.

Reacting quickly, he drew out the Evil Slaying Sword and jumped down from the bed to pursue.

Once in the courtyard, the scent of grass was noticeable again but rapidly dissipating, seemingly drifting away in a certain direction.

Ling Xiaoyue had enhanced his sense of smell, allowing him to detect the unique scent of demons and Evil Spirits.

Remembering Ling Xiaoyue, Fang Zhou hurriedly looked up into the locust tree canopy, but the darkness of the night obscured everything; he couldn't tell if she was still up there.

Fang Zhou called out a few times with no response, his teeth gritted with anger; this woman always disappeared when needed most.

Perhaps having heard Fang Zhou's shouting, Han Li rushed out from the neighboring room: "Mr. Fang, what has happened?"

Fang Zhou was just about to explain to Han Li when he suddenly paused, staring at her face.

He saw that someone had written two words on Han Li's face with a green liquid. On the left side was the character for "black," and on the right was the character for "sister," which together read "Black Sister."

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Han Li naturally had dark skin, so the words "Black Sister" could be considered fitting, but no, now was not the time to think about this.

"Do I have something on my face?"

Han Li noticed Fang Zhou's gaze, reached up to wipe her face, and got a faint green color on her hand. She took a sniff, but there was no smell.

Fang Zhou nodded: "Someone wrote the words 'Black Sister' on the left and right sides of your face."

Han Li's scalp tingled in an instant. She didn't take these words as an insult, as a woman being darker and sturdier showed more spirit.

What chilled her heart was the thought that someone had stealthily entered her room and written on her face without her noticing.

If the person who wrote on her face had murderous intent, wouldn't she be headless by now?

Fang Zhou guessed what she was thinking and comforted her: "Don't worry, it seems that it wasn't a person who wrote those words, but a ghost."

Han Li's face changed instantly: "Ghost?!"

She quickly asked, "Where is Senior Ling?"

"Dead! Follow me."

Fang Zhou chased after the direction where the grass scent disappeared, with Han Li following behind him, not understanding what was happening.

After a short chase, Fang Zhou caught the faint scent of grass again.

He touched his body, finding a small bottle of revealing agent won from a mission. Drinking it would allow one to see invisible things.

However, there was only one bottle and the effect lasted only thirty minutes, so it needed to be used with caution.

He and Han Li followed the grass scent through the temple's twists and turns until they arrived at a secluded courtyard where the light was still on in one of the rooms.

The grass scent disappeared in this courtyard, and moaning could be heard from inside the room.

Fang Zhou thought someone was injured and rushed over, kicking the door open.

The room was elegantly furnished, and in the center of it was a large bed where Monk Hui Neng was rolling in the sheets with a man.

On seeing someone burst in, the man let out a shrill scream and hurriedly wrapped himself in the blanket.

Monk Hui Neng, however, was dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed at Fang Zhou and Han Li who had burst in, his gaze seemingly accusingly silent: Why is it you two again?!

Han Li's face was filled with embarrassment, while Fang Zhou righteously scolded: "Monk, how dare you claim you observe the precepts? Is your idea of observing the precepts rolling in the sheets with a man in the middle of the night?"

This tactic was called preemptive accusation, seizing the moral high ground first, forcing the opponent to feel guilty and ashamed with the condemnation and criticism of conscience.

However, Monk Hui Neng lived up to being an accomplished monk and quickly calmed down.

She draped a silk Zen robe over herself and said to Fang Zhou and Han Li: "Amitabha, the two benefactors have misunderstood me."

Fang Zhou stared at her, waiting to see what kind of excuse she could come up with this time.

Monk Hui Neng pointed to the man on the bed and solemnly said: "Just like the principle of vegetarian chicken, duck, and fish, this is a vegetarian man, a test of my resistance to the temptations of lust."

Fang Zhou almost exploded. He had no idea "vegetarian human" could serve this purpose: "Then how do you explain a man and a woman alone together in the middle of the night?"

Monk Hui Neng joined her hands together: "This vegetarian person is confused at heart, and I have been instructing and enlightening him overnight. Where is the fault in that?"

Fang Zhou pointed at the pair: "Is it a special feature of your monks' teachings not to wear clothes?"

Monk Hui Neng replied unflinchingly, with a smile: "Being unclothed is because sincerity is best shown when one has nothing to hide. I hope the two benefactors can understand."

Fang Zhou was convinced. He couldn't counter Monk Hui Neng's explanations and was completely persuaded.

This monk's twisted logic was on par with Ling Xiaoyue; she had a set for every claim.

"Great Master," Fang Zhou sincerely asked. "Aren't you particularly good at Finger Skill?"

Monk Hui Neng let out a surprised sound: "How did the benefactor come to know this? Indeed, I am proficient in the Three Finger Zen Technique."

Fang Zhou wondered: "Why not the One Finger Zen?"

Monk Hui Neng revealed a meaningful smile: "The power of One Finger Zen is inadequate, just inadequate!"

Fang Zhou understood and could only give her a thumbs up.

Master, you're truly awesome!

He couldn't help but lament: "Great Master, it's a waste of your talent being a monk. As far as I know, there's a profession in Japan, on the coast of the East Sea that is the center of everyone's attention. The elite, like Master Sora Aoi, are famous far and wide, and even in the Central Plains region, they are known. Master Kato, famed for his Two-finger Zen, is also known across the world. With your talents, had you joined that field, you'd probably be well-known everywhere by now."

Hearing Fang Zhou's description, Monk Hui Neng couldn't help but yearn: "Should there be a chance, I shall certainly go to Japan to see for myself."

"Let's go together!"