Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 113: 113. Picking up trash at the start

Chapter 113: 113. Picking up trash at the start

“Keep your copies of the Contract, and let’s take the Heart Demon Oath according to its terms, to ease your minds.”

Fang Zhou wouldn’t fully trust these gourd children, so in addition to the Contract, having an oath seed more secure.

The gourd children were sowhat surprised; if they truly took oaths according to the Contract’s content, then indeed they wouldn’t have to be slaves.

Could this man really be so magnanimous?

The gourd children looked at each other, and eventually, under the lead of the eldest, they started taking the oath; they wouldn’t easily trust Fang Zhou either, as this fellow indeed had a past record; taking an oath was sowhat more reassuring.

After taking the oaths according to the Contract, a contractual relationship was established between the two parties.

From here on, the gourd children needed to work for Fang Zhou without compensation for ten years before gaining their freedom. Ten years was not long for demons, especially Grass and Wood Demons, so they didn’t find it excessive.

Being able to exchange a re ten years for life and freedom was already a great bargain.

After the oath was taken, both parties were silent for a mont, as transitioning from enemies to cooperative relations didn’t imdiately improve their closeness or trust.

The third child was the one who first broke the silence: “Hmph, don’t think that because we now agree, you’ll win our hearts; we will never submit to you.”

Fang Zhou looked at her curiously: “What do I want with your hearts? I want your bodies, give your hearts to whoever you want.”

The third child was montarily lost for words.

Fang Zhou felt pleased; having been in this world for so long, it was finally his turn to yearn for others’ bodies, and even for many at once.

That’s the thrill of being a scoundrel who wants only bodies and not hearts.

By the way, there’s no ghs here.

Fang Zhou extended his hand toward the eldest: “I hope we can cooperate well, Eldest.”

The eldest was startled, revealing a puzzled expression: “I’m not called Eldest.”

Fang Zhou was also startled: “Then what’s your na?”

She smiled slightly: “My na is Hong Tang, we didn’t originally have our nas; we chose them for ourselves later.”

She then introduced the nas of her sisters to Fang Zhou.

The second eldest is Cheng Xing, who hesitantly nodded at Fang Zhou.

The third is Huang Lian, with a cold expression.

The fourth is Lu Rong, and the fifth, Qing Lan, is her twin sister; the two sisters whispered to each other, about who knows what.

The sixth, who can beco invisible, is Lan Shao, she harbors the least enmity towards Fang Zhou, but also the most fear, now hiding behind the others.

The youngest, the seventh, is called Zi Wen, a true brat, who likes to judge people through her nostrils.

These are the nas of the seven sisters, without a surna; if they had one, it might be Gourd.

Fang Zhou didn’t expect the gourd children to actually choose nas for themselves, but these nas sounded odd to him, as if he had heard them sowhere before.

He wanted to ask what the eighth was called, but after thinking it over, he held back and didn’t ask, to avoid exposing his close relationship with the eighth.

As for whether the gourd children and the Tree Demon are biologically related, Fang Zhou was curious, but since the Tree Demon is now a taboo between the two parties, it wasn’t suitable to ask; he could only keep it in his mind and address it later.

Clearly, Hong Tang didn’t understand the aning of handshaking and was indifferent towards the hand Fang Zhou extended.

Fang Zhou nonchalantly withdrew his hand and coughed.

“Since the contract is complete, I’ll assign you ladies a task.”

The seven sisters turned solemn, nervous, anxious, and expectant—what would Fang Zhou’s first task for them be? Would it involve murder or treasure hunting?

Yet, Fang Zhou pointed to the sprawling garbage mountain and said, “The task I am giving you is to sort through this garbage. Separate the potentially useful items from the useless ones and dispose of the latter. You can also use these materials to build yourself so houses.”

The seven sisters were shocked, their eyes widened—they hadn’t expected Fang Zhou to assign them to garbage picking and sorting.

“If there are no objections, then start. If you need anything, let know, and I’ll bring it in after I leave.”

Hong Tang thought for a mont and said, “Could you bring us so dew? If possible, as much as you can.”

Although they were all demons, they had not yet mastered fasting and still needed to eat to survive. Fortunately, being Grass and Wood Demons, they could survive on just dew. If they were carnivorous demons, Fang Zhou would have had to find at for them.

As Grass and Wood Demons, they needed the Sun and Moon Essence and Spiritual Energy for cultivation, neither of which were in the gourd. So, Hong Tang did not dare to ask for too much.

“Dew may not be available; would ordinary water suffice?”

Once it was confird that ordinary water would work, Fang Zhou carefully stored his contract away and then turned to leave.

After Fang Zhou left, Cheng Xing asked her eldest sister, “Should we continue with the plan we discussed earlier?”

It turned out that the seven sisters had previously agreed that if Fang Zhou enslaved them, they would pretend to submit and then look for an opportunity to assassinate him.

They’d rather gamble for a chance at freedom than be slaves for life.

But now, with Fang Zhou’s arrangent requiring only ten years of work for freedom and him not treating them as mistreated slaves, their previous plan to assassinate him seed unnecessary.

Hong Tang pondered, “Let’s put that aside for now. If he goes back on his word or circumvents the Heart Demon Oath, we can always act later. For now, let’s focus on completing the task he gave us to avoid accusations of negligence.”

Cheng Xing nodded, and the other sisters agreed.

Then, the seven sisters looked out at the sprawling garbage mountain again and fell silent.

How long would it take to sort through all this trash?

From the eldest, Hong Tang, to the sixth, Lan Shao, they all turned their heads to stare at the youngest, blaming her, the troublemaker, for recklessly absorbing so much trash.

Although Zi Wen was usually unruly, she knew to flash an appeasing smile at her sisters now.

…

Fang Zhou left the gourd space and went outside.

The issue with the gourd children was temporarily resolved. As for future problems, Fang Zhou was certain there would be so, but he believed they wouldn’t be more difficult than today.

He had spoken from his heart when he told Huang Lian that winning over the gourd children’s genuine respect and compliance was too difficult and thankless an effort for him to bother with.

Having gained seven free laborers and bodyguards, Fang Zhou was already more than satisfied. One shouldn’t be too greedy.

There was a small lake atop Moon Viewing Peak. Fang Zhou took the gourd to the edge of the lake and absorbed several tons of water—it should be enough for them to drink.

When he returned to the thatched hut, Fang Zhou saw a beam of light flying towards him from the distant sea of clouds.

As the light neared, he could see clearly—it was a beautiful woman sitting cross-legged on a sword, surrounded by white light emanating from the Spirit Sword beneath her.

Fang Zhou had seen this woman before; she had been standing next to Xuan Ling, apparently nad sothing like Yu sothing.

As Fang Zhou pondered her na, she had already landed on her sword at Moon Viewing Peak.