The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 220. Create a historical record

About half an hour later, Elder Yan Fu finished her work and cast the Round Mirror Technique, allowing Fang Zhou to admire her masterpiece.

Fang Zhou glanced at the mirror and found a completely unfamiliar face staring back at him. His appearance hadn’t decreased in attractiveness; he was just as handsome as before.

Elder Yan Fu truly was a master at face-changing, a skilled and ingenious artisan.

Fang Zhou expressed his gratitude to Elder Yan Fu and asked, "Do you have any more of that Bamboo Leaf Green wine?"

Elder Yan Fu’s face instantly changed, "No! Get out! Just get out!"

She used both hands and feet to push Fang Zhou out of the bamboo hut, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

She had stored the Bamboo Leaf Green wine for over a decade, and Fang Zhou took half of it, causing her sleepless nights from heartache. That kid was just a bandit.

Fang Zhou, standing outside, felt like he had hit a brick wall. He hadn’t expected to be kicked out like that someday. Elder Yan Fu was truly tough and unapproachable.

However, the Muscle Softening Liquid was indeed magical and possessed great commercial value.

Fang Zhou touched his face. He initially intended to discuss partnership for selling the product with Elder Yan Fu, but he had been too busy lately. He could only wait until after this trade fair.

With a completely unfamiliar face, Fang Zhou left Xuanjian Peak and returned to Moon Viewing Peak.

Just as he returned to Moon Viewing Peak, he saw Yu Qing and became very curious. Wasn’t she accompanying the people from Yuheng Sect? Why had she come over to his place?

Thinking of his current unfamiliar face, Fang Zhou suddenly had a mischievous thought. He put the Sword Box and Xuanyuan Sword away into the gourd and then jumped towards Yu Qing.

Yu Qing was indeed accompanying them, but her task quickly concluded as Qiu Yueming ran off to bother Gou Cheng.

With nothing better to do, Yu Qing instinctively came over to Moon Viewing Peak again.

However, after searching around, she couldn’t find Fang Zhou nor Senior Ling, only the group of demons Fang Zhou had adopted.

Thinking about this, Yu Qing felt speechless. Who would have thought that Fang Zhou would adopt demons? Thankfully, he wasn’t from the Heavenly Sword Sect and only kept relatively harmless Grass and Wood Demons; otherwise, the Heavenly Sword Sect would never permit it.

She wouldn’t even consider Fang Zhou having any improper thoughts with his adopted demons, as in Yu Qing’s understanding, he was too pure-hearted.

Unable to find Fang Zhou, Yu Qing was about to leave when she saw a strange man descend from the sky, landing in front of her.

At first glance, this person seemed familiar, yet she had never seen that face before.

Yu Qing, puzzled, cupped her hands and asked, "Who might you be? Why are you within our sect grounds?"

This was within the Mountain Protection Array of the Heavenly Sword Sect; how could a stranger suddenly appear?

Seeing that Yu Qing genuinely didn’t recognize him, Fang Zhou stifled his laughter and walked over to scrutinize her, beginning to circle her while lowering his voice, "Who do you think I am?"

Yu Qing suddenly thought of a possibility, "Could you be a friend of Taoist Fang?"

Only Fang Zhou could possibly bring a stranger in, especially to Moon Viewing Peak.

Fang Zhou happened to circle behind Yu Qing. Hearing her say this, he burst into laughter, extended his hand, and slapped her hard on the butt, "Wrong guess."

Yu Qing reacted quickly, spinning around to grab his hand sternly, "What are you doing?"

The hairpin on her head instantly transformed into a longsword, poised against Fang Zhou’s neck.

Fang Zhou didn’t expect the usually gentle Yu Qing to show such a fierce side. Fearing it was going too far, he hurriedly responded in his normal voice, "Hey, hey, hey, don’t be mad. It’s me!"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Yu Qing looked surprised, "Fang Zhou!?"

She immediately thought of Elder Yan Fu’s Muscle Softening Liquid and couldn’t help but laugh and stomp her foot, "You! I thought..."

Yu Qing wasn’t aware that her stomping was filled with girlish charm. Both her manner and tone seemed like she was pouting at Fang Zhou.

Especially thinking of Fang Zhou slapping her butt, Yu Qing’s cheeks reddened with a blush, her eyes filled with tender affection.

Fang Zhou clearly saw that although Yu Qing was raised in a culture of male deference, cultivating a gentlemanly nature, she was still, at heart, an innocent girl.

In front of Fang Zhou, she occasionally revealed her girlish side, unaltered by societal norms.

Fang Zhou chuckled, "Just playing a joke on you. If even you can’t recognize me, then my face change was quite successful."

Yu Qing curiously asked, "Why did you change your face?"

Fang Zhou certainly couldn’t admit he was worried about retaliation from cults or demon sects at the trade fair; that would seem cowardly.

He coughed, "Since Old Wet Chicken is hosting a signing event at the trade fair, shaking hands with fans, but he’s socially anxious and doesn’t want to go out, he asked me to change my face and stand in for him."

Yu Qing smirked, having long suspected that the supposedly reclusive Old Wet Chicken might actually be Fang Zhou.

Since Fang Zhou wouldn’t admit it, Yu Qing naturally didn’t expose him.

After chatting for a while, Yu Qing prepared to leave. Fang Zhou bid her farewell and rubbed his hand, savoring the sensation from earlier.

The feel was amazing, just like a warm water balloon.

Noting Fang Zhou’s small gesture, Yu Qing’s cheeks turned red, and she gave him a slight glare before leaving on her Spirit Sword.

Fang Zhou glanced around, seeing no one left, and brought his hand to his nose to sniff.

This wasn’t perverse; he just wanted to smell which soap Yu Qing used when bathing.

...

More and more distinguished guests arrived at the Heavenly Sword Sect, which had sent out over a hundred invitations.

At least ninety sects sent delegates, and those who couldn’t attend sent letters explaining their reasons.

To host so many guests, the entire Heavenly Sword Sect was operating at full speed, feeling overwhelmed by the pressure. Yunshan City was also bursting with cultivators from all around, nearly overflowing.

As the general manager, Fang Zhou couldn’t just sit idly by, but since he had changed his face, he felt embarrassed to show up. He issued orders through his secretary Yu Qing.

He instructed all shuttles to mobilize, transporting the sect trading teams preparing to settle in Taobao Mall and alleviating Yunshan City’s visitor congestion.

Taobao Mall had nearly a thousand shops prepared. The better the location, the higher the admission and shop fees. Currently, they were freely allocated. In two years, they would be auctioned off to the highest bidder.

It took about two days for over a hundred shuttles to transport all the sect trading teams to Taobao Mall. Fang Zhou received the data, showing a total of seven hundred thirty-two teams, bringing over thirty-five thousand items.

Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, rare exotic beasts, various spirit mines, numerous elixirs, assorted magic treasures—it was an inclusive collection.

With these products alone, Taobao Mall could undoubtedly be considered the largest mall in cultivation history, never before has there been such an event where so many items gathered in one place.

The elders responsible for hosting the trade fair in previous years were almost ecstatic upon seeing the data.

The Heavenly Sword Sect was creating history. While guaranteeing no successors was difficult, they were certainly unprecedented.