Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 28 - . The sixth generation and 55 Kai

After the demon fox was killed, the servants of the Hu Family scattered and fled, leaving not a single one behind. These people were all recently recruited by the demon fox and had yet to feel any sense of loyalty to the Hu Family.

The vast Hu estate was left with only the bedridden Miss Hu; out of over a hundred and thirty people in the Hu Family, she was the sole survivor, fortunate enough to have her life spared.

Perhaps she still held some utility for the demon fox, otherwise she would have been thrown into the cellar to be devoured long ago.

Fang Zhou could only bring this lady who had narrowly escaped disaster back to the Wang Family, entrusting her to the care of Wang Fulai, a longtime friend of the Hu Family. As for whether Wang Fulai would seize the opportunity to covet the Hu estate, that was beyond Fang Zhou's concern; it was up to Miss Hu's own fortune.

After returning to the Wang Family, Wang Fulai was extremely shocked to hear what had happened to the Hu mansion, but she did not immediately send people to take over the Hu estate. Instead, she decided to wait for Miss Hu to regain consciousness before asking her and then making further plans.

Whether Wang Fulai's statement was sincere or just for show, it raised people's respect for her.

After two more days staying at the Wang Family, Ling Xiaoyue and Fang Zhou prepared to leave.

The master and disciple had originally planned only to freeload in Qingde City and incidentally solve some minor troubles for the Wang Family, but they did not anticipate spending several days here.

However, the gains were significant, and Fang Zhou's combat experience had also improved greatly.

Outside the gates of Qingde City, almost the entire Wang Family came out to see Ling Xiaoyue and Fang Zhou off, including Miss Hu who had just woken up not long before, arriving in a carriage to bid farewell to her life-saving benefactors.

After a brief exchange, Ling Xiaoyue and Fang Zhou mounted their horses and left, the horses being gifts from the Wang Family.

Watching the master and disciple grow smaller in the distance on the road, Wang Fulai couldn't help but sigh softly.

She very much wanted to foster a good relationship with the master and disciple and keep in touch, but she was also aware that this was wishful thinking, given the disparity in their status and identity.

Ling Xiaoyue and Fang Zhou both appeared amiable and easy to converse with, but Wang Fulai regarded this master-disciple pair as an exception.

She had encountered many Cultivators; not to mention the distant ones, within Qingde City's Demon Extermination Bureau there were countless Cultivators, with whom Wang Fulai had much interaction in the past.

Though not all of these Cultivators were arrogant, their demeanour was still aloof, with superficial courtesies, showing disdain for ordinary mortals.

In this world, while it's easy for all women to cultivate, very few can actually take the first step on the path of Cultivation, which requires one-in-a-million talent.

Once someone becomes a Cultivator, they start to consciously distance themselves from the mortals, the less serious among them feeling they simply stand on different grounds, while the more extreme ones might even feel they're no longer the same species.

Among Cultivators, congenial ones like Ling Xiaoyue and Fang Zhou are the anomaly.

As Wang Fulai pondered, the curtains of the nearby carriage were quietly lifted, and a pair of large eyes stared fixedly at the departing master and disciple.

Making a firm resolution.

...

After leaving Qingde City, Fang Zhou saw Ling Xiaoyue place her hand on the horse's head, her eyes slightly closed.

Driven by curiosity, Fang Zhou asked: "What are you doing?"

Without opening her eyes, Ling Xiaoyue answered, "Your master is enhancing Yue Ya'er's blood and vitality, increasing its endurance."

Fang Zhou found it strange: "Isn't Your Yue Ya'er already dead?"

Not only was it dead, but it had also been sold for a high price, and its body was very likely already in the stomachs of a group led by Wang Fulai, which was a pitiable thought.

"Yes, but the one you're referring to was the fifth generation Yue Ya'er."

Ling Xiaoyue opened her eyes and smiled, "This one your master is with now is the sixth generation Yue Ya'er. Come, greet your senior brother."

Saying this, she patted the horse's head gently, and the horse neighed cheerfully towards Fang Zhou as if it possessed great intelligence.

Fang Zhou was amazed; this horse, like the one he was currently riding, was gifted by Wang Fulai. They were both very ordinary horses, yet how had hers suddenly become so spirited?

And it even appeared extremely majestic, moving with strong strides and bright eyes.

Upon closer thought, Fang Zhou understood, damn, no wonder she wasn't at all saddened by the death of that highly enduring precious horse within the Wang Family—it was a man-made treasure and moreover, she could produce them herself. Even in death, it could still be sold at a high price, truly killing two birds with one stone.

Fang Zhou didn't know whether to praise her for her business acumen or criticize her for squandering such a remarkable talent.

But he was extremely envious of this ability.

"Do the same for my horse, too."

Fang Zhou said to Ling Xiaoyue that since she can buff horses, there's no reason not to use it for free.

Ling Xiaoyue smiled and raised two fingers to Fang Zhou, then twisted them.

Fang Zhou knew she would react like this, so he had already thought of a strategy. He shrugged, "No money. Anyway, when the horse is broken, it'll be with your money that we'll buy a new one."

Sure enough, Ling Xiaoyue's expression changed slightly, but she still wanted to resist, "The money for buying horses will also be added to your account."

Fang Zhou looked up at the sky, with a sigh, "Doesn't matter. Spending money is still spending, right? Who doesn't know how to? The shining silver disappears in an instant, ah, it pains me to think about it."

The phrase "spending money" seemed to be Ling Xiaoyue's natural enemy. The more Fang Zhou emphasized spending money, the uglier Ling Xiaoyue's face got, as if someone was trying to steal her money.

Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Shut up. I work so hard to earn money, and here you are thinking about spending it all, such a wastrel. Get over here!"

Fang Zhou's lips curved slightly, revealing a successful smile.

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The two switched horses, with Ling Xiaoyue buffing Fang Zhou's horse into a strong and enduring steed.

Fang Zhou named his horse "Fifty-Fifty," because Ling Xiaoyue's horse was the sixth generation. Thus his horse was called Fifty-Fifty, which seemed to match very well with the other horse's name.

"Right, you mentioned earning money just now."

Fang Zhou suddenly remembered something very important, something that he had been neglecting until Ling Xiaoyue's comment reminded him.

"The money you earned in Qingde City, there's a share for me too, right?"

Fang Zhou said to Ling Xiaoyue.

"What are you trying to say?"

Ling Xiaoyue's face turned incredulously, "That's money for maintaining the Xuanji Sect, it's my money. Are you planning to rebel by eyeing your master's money?"

Fang Zhou retorted discontentedly, "I helped with the demon extermination too, if not for merit, I've put in the hard work, surely I'm entitled to a share of that money."

"Without me, you would have been turned into jerky by the Xuanji Sect's old hens long ago, and now you have the audacity to ask me for money, it's outrageous."

"That's a separate issue, besides, haven't I already given you the entry-level gift? With such a big sacrifice, you can't just not give me even a hundred silver pieces, can you?"

The master and disciple started arguing about whether money should be given or not, right in the middle of the road, and their voices got louder and louder.

Ling Xiaoyue piled up one fallacious argument after another, but Fang Zhou kept focusing on the main issue, which was about getting the money.

Eventually, Ling Xiaoyue had enough and simply spurred her horse to flee, "Dream on. I would rather die poor, die outside, jump off a cliff, but I will never give you a single cent."

Fang Zhou quickly spurred his horse to catch up, "Stop, give me back what's mine!"

...

Jingnan State, to the southwest, the eight-thousand-peaks Demon Mountain.

In the dense forest darkening the sky, a Dog Demon lay in a pool of blood, its eyes filled with unwillingness.

The scarred Xiaoyue leant against a tree for support, barely standing.

"You're pushing yourself too hard; this will affect your health."

A female voice suddenly emerged, seemingly from the ancient ring on Xiaoyue's finger.

Xiaoyue shook her head, "No worries, I can still hold up."

A determined expression appeared on her delicate face, and flames seemed to burn in her eyes.

Three more years, just three more years.

After three years, I will go to the Xuanji Sect myself to reclaim everything I've lost.

Just wait for it, Fang Zhou!