The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 265. I’m doing this for your own good.

Poor Catfish Demon, at Foundation Establishment Realm Perfection, possessing innate divine abilities, was almost invincible in water at the same realm.

Yet it ate crazily and swallowed Fang Zhou, ultimately opening its stomach with both surgical and internal methods, leaving a gaping hole.

Like a cesarean section, the stomach was cut open, and two bloody little figures crawled out.

This Catfish Demon is likely female, experiencing a mother’s feeling before dying, not a total loss.

When Fang Zhou emerged from the catfish’s stomach with Zhao Luofei, he realized the moon had already set, and stars were falling.

The Catfish Demon’s massive body lay by the shore like a small mountain, only then Fang Zhou could see the full appearance, over twenty meters long, thicker than a heavy truck, no wonder it broke the big ship in two hits.

Its surface was densely covered with countless sword wounds from the Xuanyuan Sword, yet it wasn’t slain; ultimately a cesarean section solved it.

This demon was cursed with a bad habit of eating randomly; had it not swallowed Fang Zhou like a ticking bomb, a frontal fight would truly leave Fang Zhou helpless against it.

It’s safe to say, whether being a human or a demon, one must not eat recklessly.

After resting for a while, Fang Zhou took out the gourd to suck the catfish demon in; this huge corpse was too eye-catching and risky to leave exposed and too wasteful not to keep, regardless of its usefulness, it came in handy.

Now he understood how the gourd space accumulated so much rubbish; Xiao Qi must have shared Fang Zhou’s idea, collecting everything regardless of its utility.

Zhao Luofei was still unconscious, filled with water inside, looking about three-month pregnant.

Fang Zhou performed artificial respiration to expel the water from her belly, causing a few coughs, yet she remained asleep.

Dragging her to the shore, leaving her there, Fang Zhou searched the vicinity with the Xuanyuan Sword, finding a small river island densely vegetated but very small, showing no signs of habitation.

Returning to the shore, Fang Zhou dragged Zhao Luofei to a flat open area, dug a pit, and gathered dry wood to light a bonfire.

In less than half an hour, Zhao Luofei woke up.

The moment she awakened, she immediately sat up, alertly scanning around, only relaxing upon seeing Fang Zhou.

"Young Master Ling, you’re safe, that’s good. Where is this place?"

Before fainting, she only remembered being with Fang Zhou in the water, seemingly swallowed by some demon, then knowing nothing after that.

Fang Zhou casually replied while prodding the fire with wood, "I don’t know either, woke up and found myself with the General here."

Zhao Luofei stood, scanning left and right, then spoke to Fang Zhou, "Looks like we’ve been separated from Prince Qiao Sen."

Fang Zhou almost rolled his eyes at her, isn’t this an obvious fact?

Zhao Luofei lit a torch with a piece of wood and said to Fang Zhou, "I’ll look around nearby, won’t go far, you stay here; if there’s danger, yell loudly."

Fang Zhou watched her walk away, feeling slightly conflicted.

If alone, he could rejoin the group easily, but with Zhao Luofei, it’s complicated.

He was hesitating whether to overthrow the previous White Lotus persona and tell Zhao Luofei the truth, then reunite with the team.

As for Qiao Sen’s situation, Fang Zhou wasn’t too worried. Despite Yu Qing’s usual submissive demeanor in front of him, she was decisive; by now, she should have set off back to the Capital with Qiao Sen and others.

Yu Qing lacked neither capability nor intelligence, just needing some experience and learning; Fang Zhou’s absence might be better for her.

Soon, Zhao Luofei returned, announcing she found the area to be a small island with no danger.

"Young Master Ling, there’s no need to worry; we’ll leave here tomorrow, won’t take long to return to Prince Qiao Sen’s side."

Zhao Luofei reassured Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou responded lightly, his thoughts drifting further.

If he played along, staying in the shadows while letting Yu Qing and the others lead, it would give them practice and provide secondary security for himself, which seemed safer.

Deceptively beneficial; this plan seemed better than pretending to be Qiao Sen’s male concubine?

Fang Zhou looked at Zhao Luofei, now considering not whether to disclose the truth but whether to knock her out and lock her in the gourd space to avoid trouble.

Seeing Fang Zhou staring at her blankly, his exceptionally handsome visage under the flickering firelight exuded a peculiar allure.

Zhao Luofei felt her heartbeat slightly quicken, awkwardly turning away.

A sudden thought arose.

Bringer of chaos!

Now she understood Heavenly Sword Sect disciples’ feelings, Fang Zhou’s looks alone made her heart flutter; no wonder Heavenly Sword Sect disciples competed over him, spawning rumors and gossip.

After exchanging a few light words, Fang Zhou crossed his arms and lay down.

Approaching winter, this place near the north, though snowless, the night wind was icy.

Fang Zhou, of course, felt no cold, the wind on his body was somewhat soothing.

But some found him cold.

Zhao Luofei bypassed the fire pit, cautiously touching Fang Zhou’s skin.

Fang Zhou gasped, "What are you doing?"

In the middle of the night, a lone man and woman in the wilderness, she suddenly ran over and started groping, was she unable to contain her lust wanting to have her way?

Yet Zhao Luofei, touching Fang Zhou’s skin, felt his forehead: scorching, suddenly panic-stricken, "Why is it so hot? Are you feverish?"

Fang Zhou naturally had vigorous yang energy, his body temperature higher than average, becoming hotter in cold weather.

Seeing Zhao Luofei misunderstand, Fang Zhou pushed her hand away with a wry smile, "I’m not feverish, just naturally high body temperature."

"Young Master Ling, you needn’t reassure me."

Zhao Luofei was extremely anxious; she was Foundation Establishment Realm fine, but Fang Zhou’s pretending level was just Qi Refinement entry-level, barely stronger than an ordinary person, fever could be fatal.

Fang Zhou’s face under the firelight appeared an ominous red, Zhao Luofei assumed his fever was severe.

Gnashing her teeth, Zhao Luofei said, "Young Master Ling, forgive me, this is for your good."

Saying so, Zhao Luofei removed her soaking wet tunic, revealing alabaster skin, with her high bosom wrapped scantily by a bustier.

Her physique was similar to Wu Lin’s, slender and alluring, abs and limbs faintly muscular.

The only difference, Wu Lin’s skin was sun-kissed whereas Zhao Luofei’s was ivory white.