The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy

Seeing that Fang Zhou had guests over, Yu Qing and Wu Lin didn't linger; they left after a short stay.

Before leaving, Yu Qing affectionately reached out to tidy Fang Zhou's clothes. Although his clothes were not disheveled, she still did it—for her, it was an act to declare sovereignty to the other two.

Yu Qing would never have done such a thing in front of others in the past; she would blush just holding hands with Fang Zhou in private. But now, she could do it naturally.

This shift in attitude happened so quickly that even Yu Qing herself was surprised.

She wasn't sure when this change started, perhaps after returning from the capital of Chu Kingdom?

Fang Zhou had already advanced to the Innate stage, but Yu Qing was still in the Foundation Establishment Realm. Although she knew Fang Zhou wouldn't look down on her because of a lower level, she felt an overwhelming urgency, fearing she might be left behind.

In the Cultivation World, if a wife's level is lower than her husband's, it would become a laughingstock and be said she's living off a man.

Yu Qing couldn't allow such a thing to happen. Firstly, she was a True Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, representing the sect's dignity. Secondly, she didn't want Fang Zhou to be ridiculed because of her.

Even while compiling the Spell Encyclopedia, Yu Qing didn't stop her cultivation, which left her no time to snuggle with Fang Zhou daily.

Meanwhile, Yu Qing spent a lot of time alone in deep thought.

She finally realized she was too passive in the relationship, always hesitant and cautious.

Fang Zhou wasn't the type to settle down; like a kite, he could fly away if not watched closely.

Essentially, Yu Qing was decisive and autonomous; her innocent mindset merely made her look naive and sweet.

Realizing her emotional weakness and passivity, Yu Qing immediately altered her strategy, preparing to take the initiative.

At the very least, she needed to secure her position in Fang Zhou's life; otherwise, he could be easily swooped away by other women.

Openly, there's the muscular Wu Lin, while secretly Xuan Ling is watching like a hawk. Yu Qing didn't believe her competitive younger sister would genuinely give up on Fang Zhou.

Additionally, now there's Aya living on Moon Viewing Peak, although Fang Zhou claimed she was a friend—who knows when a friend might turn into a fling?

The situation was already so urgent; how could she continue to sit back?

Yu Qing's visit today was a proactive test; normally, she would wait obediently for Fang Zhou to explain or keep it in her heart.

The effect was evident; Yu Qing saw Fang Zhou reveal a crack for the first time.

This was just the appetizer; Yu Qing would let Fang Zhou know that she became the top True Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect by outshining Xuan Ling and Lei Ting, not just by talent alone.

After declaring her sovereignty, Yu Qing gently smiled at Fang Zhou and said, "Next time, take me to cultivate in the illusion too."

She leaned into Fang Zhou's ear and whispered, "Just us two!"

Fang Zhou trembled all over, looking at Yu Qing in shock—was this a tease?

Yu Qing gently bit her lip, blushing as she gazed at him.

Fang Zhou suddenly felt a chill in his heart—was this still Yu Qing? When did she start speaking like this?

Your character has collapsed, girl!!

For a moment, Fang Zhou even suspected if Yu Qing had been possessed by some demoness.

Yu Qing's amused look when Fang Zhou appeared dumbfounded made her chuckle merrily. She turned with a slightly awkward but graceful glance, then left.

Fang Zhou immediately felt thirsty, his heart racing. The always gentle and elegant Yu Qing suddenly learned to wink flirtatiously, giving Fang Zhou an electric shock-like jolt, raising goosebumps all over him.

Wu Lin suddenly approached intimately, hugging one of Fang Zhou's arms. "Fang Zhou, what did Yu Qing say to you?"

Fang Zhou shook his head blankly, "N-nothing."

He couldn't figure out why Yu Qing had changed so drastically, the outwardly gracious but privately shy girl seemed to be disappearing.

Wu Lin's clear black and white eyes rotated as she leaned into Fang Zhou's ear, whispering, "I found someone to make that outfit you mentioned. Next time in the illusion, want me to wear it for you?"

Fang Zhou trembled, staring at Wu Lin in shock.

The outfit he referred to was the style beneath Elder Feng Qin's skirt; he'd mentioned it casually to Wu Lin before.

Seeing Fang Zhou's expression, Wu Lin knew he was interested. She giggled with excitement and left.

Watching her leave, just imagining Wu Lin wearing that outfit on her figure, Fang Zhou's nose almost started bleeding.

Oh, can't handle this, can't handle this—what's going on today? Everyone's becoming unrecognizable.

Fang Zhou was filled with question marks but quickly thought of a reason.

Could it be the effect of the title "Leader of Muscular Men"? Inside it has a devious passive called human-shaped hormones.

[Human-shaped Hormones: Your immense personal charm constantly emits male hormones, uniquely attracting women and men with special preferences. Be careful of your, uh, backside.]

Fang Zhou felt his charm was strong enough already. If not for the other powerful passives of the Leader of Muscular Men, Fang Zhou would hesitate to wear it.

In such a distorted world, excessive charm only brings more trouble.

After Yu Qing and Wu Lin left successively, Fang Zhou used soul conversation to communicate with Aya, "Sorry for the spectacle."

Aya chuckled, "Those two little girls seem to regard me as a competitor."

Fang Zhou instinctively glanced at Aya—the legs, the waist, the bust, the face—looking a bit more and Ah Wei might die.

The unique charm of maturity, sensuality, beauty, and majesty wasn't something the youthful Yu Qing and Wu Lin could match.

If Aya joined the fray, Yu Qing and Wu Lin together would likely not stand a chance.

Sensing Fang Zhou's subtle thoughts through soul conversation, Aya once again showed a disdainful look, like watching trash, "Many have blasphemous thoughts about me, but few are as bold as you."

Fang Zhou awkwardly suppressed his thoughts—the downside of soul conversation being it exposed inner thoughts too easily and was hard to control; once thoughts emerged, it was often too late.

But to Fang Zhou's surprise, he didn't sense any anger from Aya—instead, she was filled with joy.

She was indeed joyful; sipping tea and watching a show was far more enjoyable than aimlessly wandering in Cold Valley.

Fang Zhou watched as Aya drank her tea in one gulp and chewed the tea leaves too, showing a puzzled expression.

"These tea leaves aren't meant to be eaten."

Fang Zhou kindly reminded her, though it wasn't a big issue.

"I know."

Aya replied, "I just wanted to taste them."

Fang Zhou: (?￣△￣)?

Well, at least add an egg!