The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 97 - : 97. The revolution has begun.
Chapter 97: 97. The revolution has begun.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I to do?
Fang Zhou stood in the bustling street, pondering these classic philosophical questions, which could also be called the security guard’s three questions.
As he thought this, an idea emerged in his mind—I was about to go to the Heavenly Sword Sect for the entry-level trials.
Eh, that’s not right, am I not already in the middle of the trials?
Two different thoughts collided in Fang Zhou’s mind, causing him great confusion.
At this moment, a faint yellow light suddenly shone from Fang Zhou’s arms, engulfing him entirely, his consciousness instantly became clear, and all doubts were swept away.
He reached into his arms and pulled out a pitch-black orb.
[Illusion-Repelling Orb: A rare demon brain calculus, which grants immunity to low-grade Spirit Magic when carried.]
This was obtained from the body of a maneating fox after killing it at Hu Family’s house, capable of immunizing against low-grade Spirit Magic.
Fang Zhou had always carried this thing with him, nearly forgetting about it, but it proved to be useful at this very moment.
After being purified by the Illusion-Repelling Orb, Fang Zhou then remembered that he had stepped into the third stage of the Heavenly Sword Sect’s trials.
This place should be an illusion; if it’s an Illusion Technique, after being immune by the Illusion-Repelling Orb, Fang Zhou would definitely become clear-headed. Since he hasn’t escaped yet, the thing he’s dealing with is not an Illusion Technique but the Legendary illusion capable of creating a real-world illusion.
Inside the illusion, everything is real and everything is false, making it an excellent test of human nature.
The Illusion-Repelling Orb can only immunize against low-grade Spirit Magic, and in principle, it shouldn’t immunize against an illusion, but Fang Zhou’s spiritual power is exceptionally high. With the Illusion-Repelling Orb, it’s just enough to become clear-headed.
He is now in a town bustling with people. Everything around him seems undeniably real, without a single detail amiss.
“Ouch~”
Just as Fang Zhou was contemplating what kind of trial the illusion was going to impose on the trialists, a cry of pain suddenly rose.
An old beggar was knocked to the ground by someone, who then walked away without looking back.
Passersby showed disgust at the filthy beggar and steered clear, not one willing to lend a hand.
Well, the content of this trial is pretty obvious at a glance.
Fang Zhou went over, helped the old beggar up, and upon seeing his many injuries, he sent him to a medical hall for treatment, paying both money and effort, earning the old beggar’s profuse gratitude.
The content of this trial seems pretty simple, but clear-headed people like Fang Zhou are an exception. Other trialists, though they may act humbly in front of the Heavenly Sword Sect, are high and mighty Cultivators in the Human World.
Without realizing that this is a test, would those trialists really extend a helping hand to a dirty old beggar? This is doubtful.
Fang Zhou felt that the elimination rate of this third stage might not be much lower than the previous two stages.
He originally thought that after assisting the old beggar, the trial would end, but he didn’t expect that another cry of alarm would follow shortly after.
A young man, with barely any clothes on his body, was frantically running through the crowd, chased closely by more than a dozen fierce-looking women.
Damn, abducting a townsman—no, wrong—abducting a town boy, the classic plot.
Fang Zhou stepped forward and easily knocked the dozen women to the ground, earning the young man’s gratitude.
The youth had barely left when another man was thrown out of the inn. It turned out he had been swindled out of his money and seduced, ending up destitute on the streets.
MMP, will this never end?
Fang Zhou suppressed the urge to curse and took the man to find the fraudster.
…
The trial in the illusion would obviously not be that simple; it normally lasts for half an hour, which equates to thirty days, or one month, inside the illusion.
It takes about a month to barely discern the true nature of the trialist, to gauge if there might be any disguise in the minutiae.
Moreover, as it nears thirty days, law and order within the illusion will gradually deteriorate, plunging into chaos to test the trialists’ choices in turbulent times.
Heavenly Sword Sect does not necessarily need to recruit disciples who are paragons of virtue or heroes of justice, but it does require disciples to have a normal sense of right and wrong, as well as a grateful and reciprocating moral character.
It’s not uncommon for a sect to have raised ingrates; there was once a major sect in the Central Plains that fell due to the betrayal of such a disciple, in collusion with external forces.
Many cultivators took this as a warning, and many major sects added moral character to their standards for taking in disciples, not expecting contributions but hoping they wouldn’t go out and cause trouble.
Even so, the occasional outlier slips through; after all, many people are adept at deception and can even keep it up for a lifetime, revealing their true colors only in specific circumstances.
This part of the trial was by no means trivial, so the three True Masters regarded it highly. If either Xia Wenqiu or Ji Congfeng showed any issues in moral character, they would have to reluctantly let them go.
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Fortunately, the performances of the two ladies from the Xia and Ji families after entering the illusion were quite impressive, not displaying the haughty attitude typical of cultivators.
Of course, Fang Zhou’s performance was not inferior in the least, even surpassing the two ladies. At least when he carried the old beggar to seek medical help, he did not frown at the beggar’s filth and stench but showed a righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor.
Such a performance from Fang Zhou made True Master Xuan Jian and True Master Lei Jian put aside their earlier jests and consider him as a target for observation just like the Xia and Ji ladies.
“It seems this year is fortunate for Heavenly Sword Sect, being able to find three outstanding talents at the same time, without having to vie for them,” True Master Xuan Jian said with a smile.
“Agreed.” True Master Lei Jian was as concise as ever.
A millennium ago, after the calamity of the White Demon’s destruction of the path, the Cultivation World went through a thousand years of peace, with the progress of the immortal path slowing and talent diminishing year by year.
With the talents of the two ladies from the Xia and Ji families, they would have been cannon fodder a thousand years ago, elite cannon fodder worth cultivating five hundred years ago, but are now eagerly anticipated excellent seeds by various factions.
It can only be said that the Cultivation World has fallen.
True Master Yu Jian did not join in the conversation with her two fellow sisters, but her gaze never left Fang Zhou.
Her lineage of Sword Control, though thriving, had too many female disciples—a case of having more wolves than meat, cough … too much yin and not enough yang. If they could take in another genuine male disciple, it would help balance yin and yang, which would be most excellent.
Suddenly, True Master Yu Jian frowned, and Yu Qing also uttered a surprised “What is he doing?”
True Master Xuan Jian and True Master Lei Jian turned their heads to look and were simultaneously taken aback.
Xuan Ling pinched her brows secretly as well; this little man was not being the least bit obedient.
Inside the illusion, after more than ten days had passed, Xia Wenqiu and Ji Congfeng were still doing good deeds, but Fang Zhou used his reputation as a good man to get acquainted with quite a few men in the illusion.
At this moment, under Fang Zhou’s rallying, these men gathered inside a tavern, which had closed its doors to the public and barred women from entering.
An increasing number of men arrived at the tavern through secretive channels, crowding the place with over three hundred men inside.
Fang Zhou used tables and chairs to improvise a podium and began to speak before the watchful eyes of the crowd.
The first sentence that came out of his mouth was—”My fellow men, the revolution has begun!!”
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