The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 70 - : 70.Che Guevara Fang Zhou

Chapter 70: 70.Che Guevara Fang Zhou

“Thankfully it was Han Li, the flat-chested and flat-bottomed girl, wiping his back. If it had been a fair-skinned, beautiful, busty and long-legged woman instead, Fang Zhou wasn’t sure if he could have controlled himself.”

He shook his head and opened his Personal Attributes.

Name: Fang Zhou

Realm: Qi Refinement (Minor Achievement)

Techniques: New Moon Qi, Qi Gathering Technique

Skills: Illusion Technique, Hu Lai’s Left Hand, Fireball Technique, Simple and Understandable Swordsmanship

Strength: 15

Speed: 12

Constitution: 9

Spirit: 6

Manliness: 0

Righteous Reputation: 1

Fang Zhou glanced and was surprised to find that his realm had progressed from Qi Refinement (entry-level) to Qi Refinement (Minor Achievement).

When did this happen?

He pondered, and then recalled that during the fight with the gourd children, due to a lack of Spiritual Energy, he forcibly used New Moon Qi and Qi Gathering Technique, refining and consuming simultaneously.

It seems that was when he broke through, as Ling Xiaoyue had said that the stages of realm are actually very simple, the entry-level stage requires one to concentrate on refining and guiding Spiritual Energy to nourish the blood and flesh.

At the minor achievement stage, one can multitask, refining while doing other things and guiding Spiritual Energy to nourish the internal organs; at the major achievement stage, it becomes an instinct to refine Qi, guiding Spiritual Energy to nourish the meridians and bones.

When the whole body is nourished by Spiritual Energy from the inside out, it reaches the perfection stage of Qi refinement. What follows is accumulating massive amounts of Spiritual Energy in preparation for the Foundation Establishment.

Fang Zhou had been stuck in the Qi Refinement (entry-level) stage for a while and felt the bottleneck before coming to Wild Tomb Ridge, always on the verge of breaking through to minor achievement.

However, this method of forcibly squeezing potential should not be used again, this time it was good luck. Originally just a step away, it did not cause any serious consequences.

If used recklessly, it might harm the foundation, causing irreversible damage.

So it’s better to proceed systematically and solidly.

After soaking in hot water, Han Li brought Fang Zhou’s belongings left behind in the temple, and he changed into fresh clothes.

Not long after, Fang Zhou started to feel cold again, with chills continuously emanating from his body, making him tremble.

Fang Zhou had no choice but to use the gourd treasure again, absorbing some miscellaneous objects.

Each time he used it, the gourd treasure absorbed some of the coldness from his body, alleviating his symptoms.

This situation did not last long, as Ling Xiaoyue finally returned.

She sat on a giant wine jug, flying into the temple and landing in front of Fang Zhou and Han Li. The wine jug quickly shrank and actively flew to her waist to hang.

“Senior Ling, you’re finally back.”

Han Li said joyfully. Though Ling Xiaoyue’s behavior seemed unreliable, her powerful strength still provided a strong sense of safety, as if there was no need to fear being chased by demons anymore.

“Yo, you escaped too? Not bad, not bad.”

Ling Xiaoyue said with a smile to Han Li, then jumped next to Fang Zhou and slapped him heavily on the shoulder: “Well done, truly worthy of being my disciple, even able to steal the Golden Core from a Golden Core Demon. I see you have a talent for thievery, perhaps switching to a thief might make you famous in history. The position of the next Thief Emperor is yours, I’ve even thought of a name for you, let’s call you Che Guevara Fang Zhou!”

Ling Xiaoyue was very excited, seemingly looking forward to having a disciple who could steal across the world, the thought alone made her quite proud.

From now on, whoever dares to provoke Ling Xiaoyue, let them keep their mounts and Magic Treasures extra safe.

Although Han Li was prepared, hearing Ling Xiaoyue say this still left her immensely shocked.

Previously, the Tree Demon had roared about a little thief stealing its Golden Core. Later, Han Li saw the Seven-colored Golden Core floating beside Fang Zhou, but she still couldn’t believe it until Ling Xiaoyue confirmed it.

This is a Golden Core, a realm countless cultivators dream of, an elusive goal for countless loose practitioners and even sect disciples.

Within Major Sects, being in the Golden Core Realm is like being a revered expert, and among demons, it’s like being a formidable Demon ruling over a region in the Demon Domain.

For Han Li, the thought of Fang Zhou managing to steal a Golden Core from such a formidable being was utterly unthinkable.

Now looking at Fang Zhou, she no longer just saw him with respect, but her gaze was wholly incredulous—at this rate, Fang Zhou, maybe you really have a talent for stealing. Consider switching careers, the position for the next Thief Emperor is yours, just steal whatever Magic Treasures you need.

Of course, Fang Zhou’s deed was actually exaggerated. The Tree Demon wasn’t really a proper Golden Core Demon; its combat power compared to a real Golden Core Demon was worlds apart.

Additionally, it was stabbed by Yan Chixia with a sword, breaking through the tree’s defenses, leaving a gap through which the residual Sword Qi lingered, aided by Ling Xiaoyue’s upfront distraction.

Under these conditions created by his two masters, Fang Zhou managed to steal the Golden Core successfully.

Had it been a real Golden Core Demon, with control over its Golden Core as if it were a limb, Fang Zhou might have been able to touch it but not take it away.

But now the task wasn’t completed yet, and Ling Xiaoyue had come back. Could it be that the Tree Demon isn’t dead yet?

Fang Zhou, unable to bear the cold, stared at Ling Xiaoyue with a look in his eyes.

“What’s with that look?” Ling Xiaoyue asked as she stretched out her hand towards Fang Zhou: “Quick, take out the Golden Core and let me have a look; it’s my first time seeing one with seven colors.”

Han Li hurriedly explained Fang Zhou’s situation to Ling Xiaoyue.

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Ling Xiaoyue raised an eyebrow, grabbed Fang Zhou’s hand, and felt it carefully, her expression becoming strange: “How old are you this year, disciple? What have you been stuffing into your mouth?”

“It was purely an accident.”

Fang Zhou, shivering from the cold, spoke while his breath came out as white mist: “Quick, help me take it out.”

Ling Xiaoyue laughed out loud: “Let’s see if you dare to eat things recklessly in the future.”

After laughing, she placed her hand on Fang Zhou’s chest and even winked at him: “I am not harassing you, my disciple. If you feel wronged, you can get back at me later.”

Fang Zhou glanced at Ling Xiaoyue and snorted internally, thinking that if he did as she said, he would lose face.

Just as Ling Xiaoyue was about to extract the Golden Core, her smile suddenly vanished, and she exclaimed in surprise: “Eh, how come this Golden Core is connected to your flesh and heart? What have you done?”

Fang Zhou’s expression changed, and he immediately thought of the connection he had established with the gourd through blood and flesh.

Han Li, hearing this, anxiously said: “Senior Ling, could Fang Zhou be in danger?”

Ling Xiaoyue glanced at her and joked: “You care so much about my disciple, do you want to marry him?”

Han Li was left speechless; even at this time, Senior Ling still had the mood to joke.

Ling Xiaoyue then said to Fang Zhou: “This Golden Core continuously emits Yin Cold Spiritual Energy. A normal person swallowing it would freeze to death alive. Disciple, you were born with extremely strong Yang energy, which barely neutralizes the Golden Core, which is why you haven’t been frozen to death instantly. However, your Yang energy recovery rate is far less than the Golden Core’s, and this way, it’s also a path to death.”

Although her words sounded horrifying, Ling Xiaoyue remained relaxed.

Fang Zhou, knowing she surely had a way, also relaxed quite a bit. It turns out that all this coldness that nearly froze him to death was Spiritual Energy, completely different from the New Moon Qi he used for refinement—it was no wonder that every time he used the gourd, some was sucked away.