The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 230. Confess to get a lenient sentence or end up rotting in jail
Chapter 230: 230. Confess to get a lenient sentence or end up rotting in jail
The strength gap between Foundation Establishment Realm and Innate Realm is like the gap between a hill and a mountain.
In a certain sense, the Innate Realm is the real Cultivator. From Qi Refinement to Foundation Establishment is merely strengthening the body as a grunt.
In the long history of the Cultivation World, there might occasionally be legends of Foundation Establishment Realm defeating Innate Realm, but none have been seen firsthand.
If any Foundation Establishment can escape from an Innate’s grasp, that’s an achievement worthy of bragging about for a lifetime.
After the Ya Zi Slave misunderstood Fang Zhou as an Innate Realm Cultivator, she immediately gave up resistance, wiser than her subordinates, quite sensible.
Seeing the Ya Zi Slave lie down and surrender, Fang Zhou was a bit surprised. I haven’t even exerted effort, how come you collapsed?
But this spared Fang Zhou a lot of trouble. He subdued Ya Zi Slave with Xuanyuan Sword and discovered one hand covering her chest and the other hand guarding below.
Fang Zhou was immediately displeased, "Why are your hands blocking? Do you think I particularly want to see your body?"
Ya Zi Slave, full of question marks, quickly put her hands down.
Fang Zhou nodded in satisfaction, much more comfortable; blocking is so dull.
He carefully examined Ya Zi Slave to see if she was secretly hiding any weapons.
Soon he discovered a piece of iron plate tied with a silver lock at her waist.
Fang Zhou reached out to take the iron plate; it looked almost identical to the Suanni Token he got before.
The only difference was that Ya Zi Slave’s iron plate had a Ya Zi engraved on it.
"Honesty brings leniency, sitting in jail until the end. Resistance means strictness, home for the New Year."
Fang Zhou brandished Xuanyuan Sword at Ya Zi Slave’s neck, speaking words she couldn’t quite understand: "Spill the beans, what are you sneaking into Taobao Mall for? Planning to sabotage, hinder my century-long strategy for Taobao Mall?"
Luckily she understood the latter part, Ya Zi Slave hastily repeated her previous answer, "Senior has misunderstood. We didn’t intentionally enter your sect’s territory, just came pursuing two enemies, and absolutely dare not act against the mall."
Ya Zi Slave was now as obedient as a dog, even changed her address to Fang Zhou from ’your excellency’ to ’senior.’
"Enemies?"
Fang Zhou remembered what he saw in the theater; these Demon Cultists were indeed chasing the masked girl, unexpectedly there was another one.
"Who are those two enemies?"
Ya Zi Slave shook her head; she was unaware. Pursuing Xiao Yan and Han Li was an order from her superior; Ya Zi Slave only knew these two have been opposing Demon Sect recently.
Fang Zhou asked several questions, and Ya Zi Slave always replied with "no clue," looking particularly sincere and meek.
If Fang Zhou didn’t know that Demon Sect’s Suanni department frequents Iron Sword Mountain, he might have believed her act.
If it was true as she said, merely chasing two enemies, why did those two girls come to Taobao Mall? Could they be running away while shopping?
Seeing no more answers, Fang Zhou gave up, absorbed Ya Zi Slave and her iron plate into the gourd, and turned back to Taobao Mall.
He returned all the way to the theater; Journey to the West was still performing, but the backstage was deserted, and the masked girl was nowhere to be found.
"I told her to wait here, yet she ran off, really deserves a scolding."
Fang Zhou wanted to ask the girl for clarification, but she treated the words of her savior like air.
He came outside the theater and coincidentally ran into the returning gourd babies from shopping.
Every gourd baby bought a ton of stuff, carrying large and small bags, barely holding them.
Fang Zhou sucked in a breath; even in a world valuing men lesser than women, even female monsters, this love for shopping seems unchangeable.
Hong Tang returned the membership card to Fang Zhou, somewhat embarrassed because they couldn’t stop buying, spending too much money at once.
Fang Zhou didn’t care about how much was spent; the currency in Taobao Mall is moon coins, and they are endless.
"Hold onto it."
Fang Zhou didn’t take the membership card, instead said to the gourd babies, "There might be a fight later, be careful. If someone asks your identity, don’t answer."
The gourd babies were stunned; it’s the first time Fang Zhou wanted to send them out to battle.
Instead of fear, they felt anticipation and excitement.
"Go into the gourd and make some masks to wear, don’t let anyone see your faces."
Fang Zhou gave a few instructions, then absorbed the gourd babies into the gourd, heading to Ling Xiaoyue’s shop.
Lu Qiuling was doing business here for Ling Xiaoyue, seeing Fang Zhou appear, Lu Qiuling showed an awkward smile: "Boss, don’t misunderstand, I don’t mean to betray, I’m forced to."
She has been hugging Ling Xiaoyue’s thigh recently, afraid Fang Zhou would misunderstand her as wanting to switch sides.
Fang Zhou didn’t care if she was going to switch, directly instructed: "Leave it here for now, go to the plaza and find Wu Tie Zhao Lao, ask her to visit Iron Sword Mountain; if she really can’t leave, tell her whatever happens later at Iron Sword Mountain, treat it as an event."
Fang Zhou was taking precautions, though he didn’t know if anything would happen at Iron Sword Mountain, being prepared never failed.
Whatever occurs, the smooth holding of the trade conference is the first priority; anyone daring to disrupt would get Fang Zhou’s wrath.
Lu Qiuling, receiving orders, patted her chest: "Boss, rest assured, I’ll ensure task completion."
Fang Zhou also casually patted Lu Qiuling’s chest: "I trust you."
Lu Qiuling glanced at her chest, then at Fang Zhou’s hand, momentarily confused about his intentions.
Fang Zhou’s expression didn’t change; though he had no time for her thoughts, he wasn’t unaware of Lu Qiuling’s desire to benefit from both him and Ling Xiaoyue; taking advantage was a lesson.
He summoned Xuanyuan Sword, rose into the air, heading towards Iron Sword Mountain.
If Demon Sect intended trouble, the likeliest location was Iron Sword Mountain, sparsely guarded now.
Fang Zhou planned to check it out.
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Finally, the tour ended; the city inside Iron Sword Mountain, essentially a combination of mining, smelting, and sword forging.
The workers weren’t present now, nothing much to see.
The small trade group was satisfied with Iron Sword Mountain’s weapons, signed a small order with Wu Lin after the tour.
Until departure, neither side noticed a missing member from the trade group.
As everyone left, Wu Lin stretched lazily, intending to close up and sleep; it’s late for any visitors.
Unfortunately, her hopes were dashed; a new group arrived just after the previous one, only a dozen people.
Leading was a kindly smiling middle-aged woman, claiming to be Deng Yunlan from a small sect in Qianyang State, intending to purchase quality Spirit Swords.
Wu Lin found these picky small customers bothersome but maintained a welcoming attitude for them to tour leisurely.
