The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 201. Once upon a time there was......

Heavenly Sword Peak.

Fang Zhou organized the deacons of the event group to participate in the assessment of the applicants together.

After more than half a day, they had assessed about one-third. Fang Zhou’s requirements were not high; as long as they dared to sing and dance, they would be selected unless they were extremely off-key.

Of course, there were many surprises for Fang Zhou, such as a disciple who was proficient in eighteen different instruments.

Especially the flute, the skill was so exquisite that Fang Zhou’s mouth went dry. He almost asked her if she had worked as a technician or something similar before undertaking cultivation.

Another disciple came in for the assessment, holding a ball in hand, and bowed to Fang Zhou and the deacons in charge of the assessment.

"Hello, deacons. I am Qiuqiu, a disciple of the Xuanjian lineage for two and a half years. I like singing, dancing, fast clapper talk, and Cuju (ancient Chinese football)."

This disciple of the Xuanjian lineage, Qiuqiu, had a very androgynous appearance with an oily, powdered face, making it hard to tell if they were male or female. However, Fang Zhou guessed they were likely female.

In her hands, she was holding a black leather ball meant for Cuju.

The deacons in charge of the assessment observed her with critical eyes, and one of them said, "Qiuqiu, you may begin."

Qiuqiu took a deep breath and then started dancing with the ball. She demonstrated exquisite dance moves, and the ball bounced flexibly between her hands and feet.

Fang Zhou immediately adopted a serious expression. This dance performed by Qiuqiu wasn’t a modern dance but a kind currently popular in the world.

Qiuqiu had clearly adapted this type of dance, making the rhythm faster and more powerful, while reducing many complex and unnecessary movements.

Such a dance was strangely similar to the adapted classical dances Fang Zhou had seen in his previous life.

Qiuqiu was definitely a talent with innovation awareness.

As Fang Zhou was lost in thought, Qiuqiu’s performance reached its climax.

She tossed the ball into the air and pulled out a ribbon from her waist. The ribbon flew up under her control, astonishingly keeping the ball suspended in midair.

With her other hand, she pulled out a pair of fast clapboards and started performing a cheerful rhythm with them.

"Look at this ball, it’s big and round..."

"Look at this ribbon, it’s long and wide..."

After a lively and rhythmic clapper talk, Qiuqiu shook the clapboard, and the rhythm suddenly changed. She began to sing loudly, "Once there was a chicken, plump and beautiful..."

Several deacons immediately choked on their saliva and coughed repeatedly.

Needless to say, Qiuqiu’s style of performance was somewhat ahead of its time for people in this era.

One of the deacons shouted, "Stop, stop, what are you singing?"

Qiuqiu halted awkwardly.

But Fang Zhou suddenly stood up and clapped vigorously, "Well done, the singing is good, and the dancing is also very impressive."

The deacons were all bewildered, and the disappointed Qiuqiu exclaimed joyfully, "Really?"

Fang Zhou nodded and encouraged, "Yes, your songs and dances still have room for improvement, but your innovative spirit is exactly what I’m looking for."

The deacons exchanged puzzled glances, wondering if they had become outdated.

What was so admirable about Qiuqiu’s peculiar songs and dances?

Qiuqiu was already glowing with encouragement from Fang Zhou. She had always loved singing and dancing and enjoyed writing her own songs and choreographing dances, but no one had ever liked them.

Unexpectedly, someone had encouraged her face to face today, making her so moved that she almost shed tears.

Fang Zhou asked the other deacons to continue the assessment while he took Qiuqiu away to discuss the adaptation of dances.

Fang Zhou had seen many large dance performances in his previous life, and although he didn’t say much, he clearly remembered the dance moves.

However, he wasn’t confident about fully recreating them. After all, just remembering the moves wasn’t enough; it was also necessary to make them cohesive.

Qiuqiu’s appearance could be described as a timely help for Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou demonstrated a few moves, and Qiuqiu, looking puzzled, seemed to realize a sort of profoundness.

Fang Zhou had no choice but to take her to Moon Viewing Peak and call out Cheng Xing.

Qiuqiu, just a common disciple, couldn’t see Cheng Xing’s monster identity, but her inner gossip fire was blazing.

Fang Zhou reenacted all the dance moves he remembered, having Cheng Xing draw them one by one.

Fortunately, only two women were present, so Fang Zhou’s thick-skinnedness could still hold up.

Cheng Xing’s drawing skills had now evolved into sketches. With just a few pointers from Fang Zhou, she could grasp the concepts on her own. At this rate, the number one manga artist in the Cultivation World would undoubtedly be her.

After several hours of hard work, they finally had Cheng Xing draw out all the dance moves from Fang Zhou’s memory.

Qiuqiu’s eyes glowed brighter and brighter as she looked at the dance moves, as if a lock in her thinking had been unlocked.

Fang Zhou asked Qiuqiu to explore and choreograph a complete dance sequence based on these moves.

Qiuqiu was already deeply engrossed, only responding to Fang Zhou’s reminders with a couple of "uh-huh"s.

Fang Zhou could only let her go back and ponder over it on her own.

It took two full days of assessments to screen all the disciples who had signed up, leaving only those who dared to perform and were outstanding in various aspects.

Fang Zhou planned to use these disciples to help him perform two large-scale stage plays. He had already written the scripts: Journey to the West and The Legend of the White Snake.

These two classic stories from Fang Zhou’s previous life did not exist in this world, so they were suitable for all ages and perfect for the occasion.

If there was an opportunity in the future, staging Jin Ping Mei wasn’t out of the question either.

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The construction speed of the commercial city was very fast. In just over ten days, the prototype of a small city had already taken shape.

Wang Xiuzhu had been living a very comfortable life during these ten-odd days.

Wherever he went, everyone treated him with utmost respect, making him feel as if he had returned to the moment when he first hugged Yan Gulan’s thigh to become a deacon.

At that time, he could only rely on the status of being a deacon to assert his authority, as ordinary disciples didn’t really respect him.

But on this construction site, it was different; everyone regarded him like an immortal. This genuine reverence made Wang Xiuzhu feel as refreshed as drinking a big gulp of ice water on a scorching summer day.

In one word—cool!

After Wu Lin realized that this ’Foreman Fang Zhou’ was fake, she rarely came around. Only when there was something on the construction site did Wang Xiuzhu go to consult her.

With Wu Lin not interfering, Wang Xiuzhu felt even more carefree. He even wanted to stay here forever and didn’t want to return to the Heavenly Sword Sect.

But gradually, Wang Xiuzhu started feeling as if someone was watching him from the shadows. Upon careful searching, he couldn’t find anyone.

Wang Xiuzhu thought he might just be being paranoid since there were so many people on the construction site, and someone was always going to notice the overseer.

Convincing himself of this, the feeling of being watched still lingered, making his mood gradually more irritable.

After more than ten days, Wang Xiuzhu’s old injury flared up, and he finally fell ill.

The news returned to the Heavenly Sword Sect, and Fang Zhou had a peculiar expression.

Old injury flaring up?

Where did he get an old injury?