Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 131 - . Wise men think alike.
Chapter 131: 131. Wise men think alike.
Yu Qing would read books not at a glance or hastily, but word by word, sentence by sentence, carefully appreciating and understanding the meanings.
This novel called ‘****’, its prose is not very beautiful, and could even be considered somewhat crude, its word choice and sentence formation are quite peculiar, very different from what Yu Qing usually reads.
If she weren’t very curious about its content, she definitely wouldn’t have continued reading.
But as she read, Yu Qing quickly realized something was amiss, especially when the main plot unfolded, she was shocked, her eyes widened, her entire face turned red all of a sudden, like a boiled lobster.
Poor Yu Qing, having grown up all this while, not to mention erotic literature, she hadn’t even seen erotic paintings, and still had no idea what the propriety of Duke Zhou’s rites entailed.
She was a girl so pure that she couldn’t be purer.
Upon suddenly encountering such explosive content, she was naturally dumbfounded, even her mental state began to fluctuate intensely.
Yu Qing, as if electrocuted, quickly threw the newspaper onto the table, and stammered to Fang Zhou: “Taoist Fang, this, this, this can’t be allowed, right?”
Fang Zhou turned his head to look at her, puzzled, “What can’t be allowed?”
Yu Qing pointed at the novel section in the newspaper, her face flushed as she said, “How can such obscene articles blatantly appear in the newspapers?”
Fang Zhou laughed heartily, “What’s wrong with it? The joys of men and women are the laws of nature and human relations, the natural way. Everyone comes into this world in this manner. If we despise such acts, wouldn’t we be despising ourselves?”
Although Yu Qing felt that Fang Zhou’s words were not unreasonable, she still found it somewhat difficult to accept, thinking such matters should be secretly handled, not openly published in the newspaper for others to see.
She hesitated, “Taoist Fang, everything has its public and private aspects. Making such articles publicly accessible isn’t very appropriate, is it?”
“There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Fang Zhou handed the newspaper back to her: “Does the Heavenly Sword Sect explicitly forbid it? If so, then I’ll put it away.”
He didn’t believe that the Heavenly Sword Sect would also be involved in censorship. If it was, then he would move his position and adopt guerrilla tactics.
Indeed, when he asked this, the honest Yu Qing could only shake her head, “No, there isn’t.”
She hesitantly took the newspaper, but did not open it again.
Fang Zhou laughed, “Actually, I published these for the benefit of the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Reading these can be beneficial for them.”
Yu Qing curiously asked, “I’d like to hear the details.”
She really wondered how such erotic articles could benefit the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect?
Fang Zhou then told Yu Qing a story about a married couple who, because their families had passed away early, had no one to teach them the propriety of Duke Zhou’s rites and hence had not consummated their marriage for many years, almost resulting in no descendants. Fortunately, the kind-hearted Old Wang next door, through personal guidance and demonstration, helped the couple understand what it was all about.
Yu Qing was very engrossed in listening, and inwardly she was amazed, never expecting there to be such strange occurrences in the world. Luckily, Old Wang next door was there to help, and all ended well.
After finishing the story, Fang Zhou spoke earnestly to Yu Qing, “Young people like us are very lacking, even absent in sexual education, remaining in a state of complete ignorance. If we read more of such articles, understand more about these matters, future tragedies of marriages without consummation can be avoided. The vulgar see vulgarity; the wise see wisdom. While some may view this as obscene literature, others may learn hard-to-come-by knowledge from it. Don’t you think so?”
After hearing Fang Zhou’s reasons, Yu Qing couldn’t help but admit, “Taoist Fang makes a valid point.”
Not to mention others, she herself, if not for seeing this article, wouldn’t have known the details of Duke Zhou’s rites, let alone other disciples who have always stayed on the mountain.
But at the same time, Yu Qing also remembered another issue. Why was Taoist Fang so familiar with these private matters; could it be that he once had a partner?
Upon thinking of this, Yu Qing’s mood subtly felt a sense of loss, experiencing a profound regret like a good vegetable being snatched up by a pig.
She couldn’t help but admonish, “Taoist Fang, for the sake of reputation, it’s better to write less of such articles.”
Even in the Cultivation World, if a man became famous for writing erotic literature, his reputation would definitely not be good, absolutely criticized as a libertine.
Fang Zhou was surprised and said, “Who told you I wrote it? Didn’t you see the author’s name at the end?”
He would never admit that he was the author, for if a moral guardian were to see the novel and feel provoked, it could lead to trouble.
Yu Qing, hearing Fang Zhou speak thus, hurriedly flipped open the newspaper and indeed found the author’s name listed after the novel—Lao Shi Ji.
Relieved to see it wasn’t written by Fang Zhou, Yu Qing couldn’t help but exhale in relief and exclaimed, “Who is this Lao Shi Ji?”
Fang Zhou looked reverent, “Lao Shi Ji is a great person who seeks neither fame nor profit, silently fighting on the forefront for the gentleman, never giving up despite countless setbacks, with a steadfast will and bravely moving forward.”
Yu Qing was also filled with respect, “Such a person, I regret not being able to meet.”
Fang Zhou flashed a mysterious smile, “There will always be a chance.”
Just then, a Heavenly Sword Sect disciple hurried over, greeted Yu Qing first, then threw a silver onto the table, “Give me fifty copies.”
Fang Zhou’s spirit was lifted, knowing that the newspaper’s content had finally caught the attention of these Heavenly Sword Sect disciples.
He had thought that it wouldn’t pick up until the evening.
After counting and handing over fifty copies, soon a few more Heavenly Sword Sect disciples came running, not buying many at once, but purchasing them one by one.
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Yu Qing was astonished by this situation, but soon realized, setting aside the appropriateness of the content in the newspaper, she was deeply interested herself, and if other disciples knew about it, they definitely would not ignore it.
Concerning the bet with Fang Zhou, Yu Qing suddenly felt uncertain.
More and more Heavenly Sword Sect disciples ran over to buy the newspapers, grabbed them, and ran off, not staying for a moment, as though afraid of being seen, clearly showing what they were here for.
Some braver disciples, not minding Yu Qing’s presence, directly asked Fang Zhou if there was any ‘****’ content left?
Seizing the opportunity to advertise, Fang Zhou announced that ‘****’ was a serial novella, which would appear over many issues, inviting the disciples to look forward to the second edition of Wangyue Daily, which would officially launch the day after tomorrow.
They could only leave feeling unsatisfied, of course, each of them didn’t forget to buy a copy to take with them.
By the afternoon, only about three hundred newspapers were left on Fang Zhou’s table.
He had thought he wouldn’t sell them all today, but then a well-off Heavenly Sword Sect disciple came and bought all the remaining over three hundred newspapers.
It was unclear whether they were being given as gifts or if he intended to resell them.
For Fang Zhou, it didn’t matter; as long as the newspapers were being distributed, he believed that with the content presented, building a good reputation wouldn’t be difficult.
“Really sold out.”
Yu Qing exclaimed in surprise, these were a thousand newspapers, considering the number of disciples at Yujian Peak, it averaged about one newspaper per person.
But considering the content, it was normal for the disciples to be interested, which was much more interesting than playing chess or painting.
“Taoist Fang, it appears I’ve lost our bet.”
Yu Qing conceded wholeheartedly, and curiously asked Fang Zhou, “What would you like me to do?”
Fang Zhou appraised Yu Qing up and down, her beautiful face, exquisite figure, and gentle jade-like demeanor.
If he made some outrageous requests, he wondered if she would agree.
Fang Zhou felt that if he made a request under the guise of academic research, there was a fifty percent chance Yu Qing might agree, and a fifty percent chance she would refuse and think him a despicable creature.
The odds were fifty-fifty.
The issue was, if Yu Qing agreed, who would really be at a loss?
She would definitely feel she had gained something, and so would Fang Zhou, wouldn’t that be a win-win?
