The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 55 - : 55. I hate Tentacle Monster the most.

Chapter 55: 55. I hate Tentacle Monster the most.

Yan Chixia had died, her face peaceful as if in deep sleep, the spark of lifempletely extinguished.

Fang Zhou silently watched her, and finally bowed deeply, “Master Yan, if I do not succeed in this mission, it only bmes an act of benevolence; if I fail, I too shall perish here. Your legacy will have to wait for someone else tontinue. If by any luck I succeed, I willme back to bury you.”

He straightened up, tore the hem of his garment into strips, and strapped the Sword Box on his back. Taking one last look at Yan Chixia, he turned and left.

Exiting the dungeon and reaching the bottom of the dry well, Fang Zhou used the walls on either side to climb to the surface.

Just as he emerged onto the ground, Nie Xiaoqian appeared beside him.

Seeing the Sword Box on Fang Zhou’s back, Nie Xiaoqian immediately rgnized it as Yan Chixia’s and took a fearful step back. The Sword Box seemed extremely dangerous to him, as if a sword might spring out at any time and cleave him in two.

“Immortal Fang, where is Hero Yan?”

Nie Xiaoqian asked curiously, wondering why only the objects appeared but not the person.

Fang Zhou somberly replied, “She has already died.”

Nie Xiaoqianvered her mouth in shock, “Died?”

Then, somberly, she added, “If Caichen knew about this, she would be very grieved. She always saw Hero Yan as a benefactor and sister.”

Fang Zhou felt a twinge of sorrow too, but quicklymposed himself and told Nie Xiaoqian, “I will avenge Yan Chixia. She told me that a year ago, during a battle with the Tree Demon, she left a sword mark at its roots. Do you know where that is?”

Nie Xiaoqian initially shook her head, then frowned in thought. After a moment, her eyes brightened, “The base of the Tree Demon was unguarded originally, but a breach appeared a year ago. Since then, it has been guarded by Thousand-mile Eyes and Sharp-Hearing Ear, who rank snd among the Seven Mysterious Yin Gods. The sword mark Hero Yan mentioned must be at that spot.”

Fang Zhou felt invigorated, “Good, take me there quickly.”

Nie Xiaoqian hesitated, “The place is filled with deadly Miasma, I can’t get close.”

Fang Zhou touched the three vials of potions on him and said, “No worries, just lead me there. I can manage on my own.”

Nie Xiaoqian then nodded and led Fang Zhou away from the place, heading towards the Tree Demon’s root.

…

Half an hour earlier.

In the open space in front of the pavilion, several scattered practitioners had been turned into severed limbs and remains; blood flowing from them had dyed the ground red, forming a shallow pool of blood.

San Jie stood amidst these severed limbs, her yellow clothing almost entirely soaked in red.

Before her stood the last living practitioner.

This practitioner, trembling all over and with a face full of terror, was on the verge ofllapsing to the ground. In fact, her knees were gradually bending as if she had lost all will to fight and was about to kneel and beg for mercy.

San Jie looked at her and suddenly said, “I’ll stand still. If you can injure me, I’ll spare you. But if you dare to kneel and beg, I’ll kill you.”

The practitioner suddenly stopped her knees from bending further, her face changing rapidly, apparently engaged in a fierce internal struggle. Finally, with a distorted expression, she yelled and charged at San Jie, swinging her sword at her head.

San Jie, true to her word, stood motionless. The high-carbon steel sword struck her forehead and broke with a clang, without even cutting her hair.

Looking at the broken sword in her hand, the practitioner displayed a look of despair.

“You lost!”

San Jie smiled slightly, reached out her hand into the practitioner’s chest, and neatly plucked out her beating heart.

She held the still-warm, pulsating heart to her lips, licked it with her tongue, and then showed a disgusted expression.

“Yuck, so fishy and stinky, only Grandpa likes to eat this.”

She casually tossed the heart away and walked towards the pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, her four sisters had already started a new chess game; this time, the youngest was challenging the eldest. Among the seven sisters, the eldest had the strongest chess skills, unbeatable by any.

The fifth and the seventh sisters were giving random advice to the youngest, causing her to cry out in frustration. All sisters’ attention was on the chessboard, uncerned about San Jie’s slaughter of the practitioner.

This kind of carnage was something they had done many times and only the youngest and the seventh sister found it interesting.

Although killing is boring, humans themselves are a fascinating creature, inventing many interesting things, such as the chess pieces that the sisters are addicted to.

While the third sister was feeling sentimental, a sudden intense vibration came, like the earth dragon turning over, causing the entire Lanruo Temple to tremble.

She quickly looked up, only to see the fog in the sky almost dispersed, revealing the huge canopy of the Tree Demon and the night sky illuminated by the sevenlored rosy clouds.

Huge tree roots stretched from the ground towards the sky like swinging tentacles.

A giant gourd was flying agilely in the air, dodging the swinging tree roots, occasionally spitting out a white light from the gourd’s mouth, severing the tree roots.

The third sister revealed a look of shock and anger; someone was disturbing grandfather’s meditation.

Whoosh whoosh, the four sisters in the pavilion had already jumped out and landed next to the third sister, all looking up at the sky.

The eldest sister had a grave expression, the youngest and the third sister, like the fourth one, all had faces full of anger, only the seventh lookednfused, still unaware of what was happening.

“You bratty girl, if you’re capable, then don’t run around!!

Grandfather’s angry voice rang out, the sound waves rolling, creating ripples in the air, making all the demons big and small in Lanruo Temple tremble.

The giant gourd dodged the attacks of the tree roots agilely, a crisp voiceming from above it.

“Hahaha, catch me if you can.”

The Tree Demon grew even angrier, driving the tree roots to chase the gourd, but the gourd was too agile, anduld also emit Sword Qi to sever the tree roots, totally unable to be caught.

In front of the pavilion, just as the third sister took a step forward, the eldest sister immediately reached out and grabbed her shoulder: “What are you doing?”

The third sister turned around: “Ofurse, I’m going to help grandfather.”

The eldest sister stared at her intently: “Have you forgotten Yan Chixia?”

The third sister’s expression changed and she fell silent, looking upset.

Ofurse, she hadn’t forgotten. A year ago, Yan Chixia came to Lanruo Temple, and no demon big or small was her match. Even the Seven Mysterious Yin Gods together were defeated by her. The third sister’s steel bones, which she took pride in, were broken by Yan Chixia’s sword, nearlysting her life.

In the end, it was only by grandfather’s intervention that Yan Chixia was suppressed.

The eldest sister softly said: “To be an opponent of grandfather, their realm is much higher than ours. If you rashly intervene, you will only harm yourself. You must trust grandfather.”

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The third sister reluctantly nodded, then looked up at the gourd flying in the sky, silently resolving to herself to bme stronger, to better protect grandfather and to not always make himnfront powerful enemies.

…

Ling Xiaoyue was sitting on the giant gourd, her face wearing a rare serious expression.

This giant gourd is just the flask she always held in her hand, only it had been enlarged many times.

The wildly swinging tree roots around heruldn’t touch Ling Xiaoyue, but similarly, she alsouldn’t do anything about the Tree Demon. Both sides were in a stalemate, waiting to see whose endurance was better.

It turned out this Tree Demon had already formed a Golden Core, which Ling Xiaoyue had never expected. She thought the most there would be in Lanruo Temple was a demon at the Innate Realm.

In this world, every Golden Core Demon was famous in the Demon Domain, but for a Tree Demon with a Golden Core to still stay in a small place like Wild Tomb Ridge and rely on petty tricks tonsume humans was unheard of.

However, after anfrontation, Ling Xiaoyue realized the Tree Demon’s Golden Core was formed by tricks, not solidly founded, and its Mana was worlds apart from a real Golden Core Demon.

Even so, the Tree Demon’s Golden Core was genuine and extremely difficult to deal with.

Ling Xiaoyue was glad she hadn’t rashly acted on arrival but had set up the Sealing Demon Sword Formation while the Tree Demon was asleep, suppressing its power, or else she would have been forced to flee now.

But killing it seemed unrealistic too, perhaps she should just let it go?

Ling Xiaoyue, looking at the swinging tree roots around her, sighed: “I hate tentacle monsters the most.”

Just then, her ears suddenly twitched, and she turned her head towards the lingering fog below.

“Eh, why is my disciple so close, is he seeking death?”

Apparently, while she was battling, she was also spying on Fang Zhou’s whereabouts.