The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 53 - : 53. The master isn’t some kind of treasure.

Chapter 53: 53. The master isn’t some kind of treasure.

The ‘Qin King Circling the Pillar’ is an illustrious secret technique created by none other than Qin Shi Huang himself in times of life-threatening danger, granting a one-hundred percent chance of evasion, a lifesaver during critical moments.

The only downside is that it requires a pillar.

Fang Zhou started circling around a pillar, and the giant phagocyte, acting on instinct, followed suit, but due to its enormous body, it got stuck in the half-collapsed wall.

Now behind the giant phagocyte, Fang Zhou dodged its tail and stabbed it in the buttocks with his sword.

It wasn’t that he had a particular fondness for this spot, but targeting weaknesses is essential for every warrior.

The Evil Slaying Sword pierced right through the body, causing the giant phagocyte to let out a painful shriek, struggling to break free and bringing down both wall and pillar.

It charged out of the prison cell, only to be greeted by a glaring burst of flame.

The fireball exploded on the face of the giant phagocyte, its intense heat and the blast causing it to rear its head, while Fang Zhou rushed forward, stabbing it in the throat with his sword.

[Successfully killed the giant phagocyte]

‘Reward: Manliness*4 Blue Card*1]

Fang Zhou withdrew the Evil Slaying Sword, a bit surprised that this giant phagocyte’s combat strength wasn’t as he expected—not too strong, but rather too weak.

Assigned to guard a fierce person like Yan Chixia, yet possessing only average might, the only possibility was that Yan Chixia was now extremely frail; any guard would suffice to watch over him.

Cleaning the blood off his sword, Fang Zhou contemplated a rotating blue card in his mind; he subconsciously wanted to draw it but hesitated and then decided against it.

Now was an unlucky time, and he surely wouldn’t draw anything good; better to wait until later.

His manliness points had also accumulated to 14; adding them all to his attributes might give him a physique like Captain America—an ace in the hole, depending on which demon was fortunate enough to get a taste first.

Now that the guard was dead, there was no need for Fang Zhou to sneak around anymore. He found a fairly intact piece of wood, lit it with the Fireball Technique to make a torch, and then made his way deeper into the dungeon.

Reaching the very end of the dungeon, a relatively intact prison cell appeared before Fang Zhou, its door made of wooden bars and secured with heavy iron chains.

Dry straw covered the floor of the cell, and a disheveled woman was sitting against the wall, shackled in iron chains.

She seemed utterly lifeless, unmoved by sounds, whether dead or alive was unclear.

Fang Zhou felt a bit nervous; if Yan Chixia was dead, then his trip would have been in vain.

From outside the cell, Fang Zhou shouted, “Yan Chixia?”

Perhaps in response to hearing her name, the woman in the cell shivered slightly and slowly lifted her head, revealing a face hidden under messy hair.

Seeing the face clearly, Fang Zhou blurted out in shock, “Nie Xiaoqian?!”

He hadn’t expected to encounter the Nie Xiaoqian resembling Wang Zuxian here; no, it should be Wang Zuxian’s version of Yan Chixia.

Indeed, this Yan Chixia bore an uncanny resemblance to a young Wang Zuxian, and was even more beautiful.

Even with a pale, haggard face, her beauty was inescapable.

However, upon seeing Fang Zhou, Yan Chixia’s eyes gradually regained their luster, and she swiftly perked up, “Oh, looks like a good deal has arrived.”

Fang Zhou: “…”

Is that really the first thing you focus on when you see someone?

Her voice, however, was unexpectedly pleasant to the ear, full of allure.

Fang Zhou shook his head to cast aside these messy thoughts, and addressed Yan Chixia, “Hero Yan, I’ve come to rescue you. Surprised or not, are you astonished?”

Yan Chixia scrutinized Fang Zhou with a piercing gaze from head to toe, a fully satisfied expression on his face: “Not bad, not bad at all. You have robust Yang energy and exceptional talent, and especially good looks—a fine seedling indeed.”

Seeing Yan Chixia dodging the question, Fang Zhou assumed that being locked up for too long had muddled her mind. He directly raised the Evil Slaying Sword, chopped off the iron chains of the cell door, and pushed the door open to enter.

Once inside the cell, Fang Zhou didn’t rush into action. Instead, he paid his respects to Yan Chixia with cupped hands: “Hero Yan, I am preparing to eliminate the Tree Demon and require your minor assistance. In exchange, I will rescue you from this place. How about that?”

He did this to prevent any unexpected refusal from Yan Chixia once she was rescued, should she not wish to assist. It was better to clarify matters beforehand.

Yan Chixia grew more and more pleased with Fang Zhou and replied: “There’s no need to rescue me. My life is drawing to a close; I could die at any moment.”

Fang Zhou was taken aback. Did that mean his efforts had been in vain?

He observed Yan Chixia and found her growing more vivacious. Her previously wan complexion was now rosy; she hardly looked like someone on the brink of death.

Seeing Fang Zhou’s incredulous look, Yan Chixia smiled and said: “You needn’t doubt it. This is but a brief rally before the end. I am only holding on to breathe long enough for your arrival, so that I can pass on my last wishes before my death.”

Fang Zhou inquired, astonished: “You knew I would come?”

Yan Chixia let out a hearty laugh: “I am quite skilled in divination and foresaw that someone would come to inherit my secret techniques.”

Fang Zhou frowned slightly. He was here to seek support from Hero Yan, not to take her as his master. The two seemed similar but were quite different; a master could be a support, but support did not necessarily mean taking on a master.

Besides, he already had a troublesome nominal master to deal with; taking on another would be too much.

Consequently, Fang Zhou could only respond diplomatically: “Hero Yan, I already have a master…”

Yan Chixia cut him off: “A master is nothing special—having one more or one fewer makes no difference.”

Is that any way to speak of oneself?

The nominal master he had outside valued the role immensely, always bringing it up.

Caught in hesitation, Fang Zhou heard Yan Chixia continue: “I don’t have much time left. My Innate True Qi is nearly depleted. If you have any questions, you better ask quickly.”

Fang Zhou hurriedly asked: “What is the Tree Demon’s weakness? You have fought it; do you understand?”

“Do you truly intend to exterminate the Tree Demon?” Yan Chixia asked in return, her eyes blazing: “That Tree Demon is a Mystic Yin Divine Tree, cultivated into a spirit and has birthed Seven Mysterious Demon Pills, becoming a Golden Core Realm Demon. Not just any novice in the Qi Refining Realm, but even a Golden Core Realm expert would be helpless against it. Your involvement would mean certain death. Still, you wish to carry out the Demon Extermination?”

“Of course!” Fang Zhou asserted firmly: “We cultivators are meant to enforce justice on behalf of heaven, to subdue and remove demons. If this Tree Demon endangers the innocent and harms fellow cultivators, I am ready to face destruction, even if it means my body is torn asunder and my soul scattered.”

It was imperative to eliminate it, given that he had already accepted the task; it was a situation of life and death.

Fang Zhou did not wish to die, so the Tree Demon had to be the one to go.

Thus, his words were spoken with genuine passion and deep conviction.

How could Yan Chixia not see through this? She immediately roared in approval, her face bursting with life: “Worthy indeed of being the disciple I have taken a fancy to. Cultivators should possess the ambition and courage to enforce justice and exterminate demons on behalf of heaven.”

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Fang Zhou felt somewhat helpless. I haven’t even agreed yet.

Yan Chixia continued: “This Wild Tomb Ridge was originally called Immortal’s Tomb. It is said that the tomb of a former emperor is buried here, and the rumor is true. The great tomb of an emperor is indeed buried deep within the mountains. The Tree Demon took root in Wild Tomb Ridge and its roots feed directly into the Emperor’s Tomb, absorbing the Yin spirit from the royal burial as it cultivated, which allowed it to become a formidable Golden Core Demon easily.”

“But its foundation is unstable due to cutting corners in its cultivation. The weakness of the Tree Demon lies in the Seven Mysterious Demon Pill. Originally, the demon pill was hidden deep within the roots of the tree. A year ago, I pierced through the roots with my sword, leaving a sword mark. If you follow that mark, you will be able to find the demon pill. Taking the demon pill away will leave the Tree Demon powerless.”

Yan Chixia said all this in a single breath, not even stopping to take a breath.

Fang Zhou made sure to remember it, while Yan Chixia added: “However, that sword wound entrance is surely guarded by demons, and the roots below seethe with virulent Miasma. These are all for you to deal with on your own.”

Fang Zhou thought to himself that he had Detoxification Medicine, which should allow him to handle the Miasma. As for the demon guards, he wondered whether the Invisibility Potion might help him slip past them unnoticed?