Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 523: It’s Not Too Much to Call Me Mom, Right?

The crowd started to disperse, no longer able to watch the excitent, ready to leave.

Fang Zhou and Ling Xiaoyue suddenly moved simultaneously, turning into two rays of light that shot into the crowd.

"Ouch, who kicked ?"

The person who had earlier mocked Fang Zhou and Ling Xiaoyue as monkeys was suddenly kicked out of the crowd, now sporting two footprints on his face.

anwhile, the two culprits had already fled the scene and vanished without a trace.

Yu Qing: (*￣△￣*)

Fang Zhou and Ling Xiaoyue ran one after another back to their residence. Ling Xiaoyue, with her incredibly thick skin, sat down leisurely, unfazed by Fang Zhou’s contemptuous gaze, and made herself a cup of tea.

Fang Zhou sat opposite Ling Xiaoyue and asked curiously, "How did you sneak in?"

The Righteous Alliance was heavily guarded, located in the sky, making it nearly impossible to sneak in without an invitation.

Ling Xiaoyue happily took a sip of tea, "With my ability, sneaking in is a piece of cake."

Fang Zhou sneered, "Then go ahead and sneak into Refining Immortal City."

Ling Xiaoyue boasted shalessly, "Stupid disciple, you think I can’t sneak in? It’s just that I don’t want to."

"I bet you’re not unwilling, but unable."

"Give up, silly child, using reverse psychology on doesn’t work."

Reverse psychology truly wasn’t effective, but Fang Zhou had another ace up his sleeve.

He crossed his legs and said leisurely, "Taking you in with the gourd is no problem, but it’ll cost five million taels per trip."

Sure enough, money was Ling Xiaoyue’s Achilles’ heel. ntioning money imdiately made her jump.

"Rebellious disciple, have you forgotten that the gourd was refined for you by ? And you’re asking for money?!!"

"You’re my teacher; refining magic treasures for is your duty."

"And yet you’re still asking for money?"

"Even between brothers, accounts are settled, let alone between a master and disciple."

Ling Xiaoyue was instantly furious, her face contorting with anger.

"You’re asking for it!"

"Co on, I’m not afraid of you!"

When Yu Qing returned, she saw this touching scene of filial piety between the teacher and the student. She quickly rushed to stop the two from continuing their fight.

"Stop, stop, you two, don’t fight anymore."

For Yu Qing’s sake, Fang Zhou decided not to stoop to Ling Xiaoyue’s level.

Ling Xiaoyue, however, continued staring at Fang Zhou, "Are you still going to charge ?"

Fang Zhou nodded, "That’s right; you get what you pay for. You pay up, and I’ll take you in, or you can find soone else."

Ling Xiaoyue was enraged by Fang Zhou’s sly profiteer attitude.

She picked up the half-drunk hot tea and tossed it at Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou caught the teacup with one hand, skillfully catching all the spilled tea back into the cup.

Ling Xiaoyue was about to explode further, but Fang Zhou calmly said, "You swindled out of more than five million taels half a year ago, so just fork it over, unless you’ve already spent it all?"

Ling Xiaoyue suddenly looked as if she’d been choked, her voice halting abruptly, a torrent of profanity stuck in her throat.

She wore a sour expression, suddenly turning her head to Yu Qing, as if only just realizing her presence, "Yu Qing, long ti no see. Have your skills improved? Let , the senior, check them."

Yu Qing: (′▽`〃)

What a clumsy topic change.

"Ah!"

Yu Qing suddenly squealed because Ling Xiaoyue had pinched her chest swiftly.

"Oh? Nice feel, much bigger than half a year ago, do you often play so little gas with my disciple? Tell , so I can teach you a few tricks."

Ling Xiaoyue leaned in, wrapping her arm around Yu Qing’s shoulder, her expression roguish.

Yu Qing covered her chest with both hands, her face beet red, despite having already experienced Ling Xiaoyue’s unreliability at the Heavenly Sword Sect, she was still not used to it.

"Hey, don’t change the subject."

Fang Zhou slapped the armrest of his chair, calling out to Ling Xiaoyue, "Where did that money go? Hurry up and confess!"

Ling Xiaoyue ignored Fang Zhou’s words and continued teasing Yu Qing, "Don’t be shy, once you marry my disciple, I’ll be your mother-in-law. Calling mom isn’t too much, right?"

"Yu Qing, your mom’s dead!"

Fang Zhou shouted on the side, not clear who exactly he was cursing.

Yu Qing was at wit’s end with these two disciples, shaking her head in bewildernt.

Ling Xiaoyue patted Yu Qing’s shoulder and asked, "Is Chang Kong the one leading your Heavenly Sword Sect?"

Yu Qing instinctively nodded, "Yes!"

"Haha, it’s been so long since I’ve seen her, I’ll go catch up."

Ling Xiaoyue acted as if nothing had happened and skidded away, not daring to answer Fang Zhou’s question.

Evidently, that wealth equivalent to a year’s tax of the Chu Kingdom had been squandered by Ling Xiaoyue in a re half year.

In other words, even a nation’s finances couldn’t sustain this wasteful woman.

Fang Zhou didn’t actually care about the money, only if he could turn it into a weapon to beat Ling Xiaoyue up.

With Ling Xiaoyue beaten and fleeing, Fang Zhou finally had the upper hand, gleefully drinking up the tea in his hands, which was still quite hot.

Yu Qing stared at this scene, shocked that Fang Zhou drank the tea that Ling Xiaoyue had already half-consud, completely unbothered by sharing an indirect kiss with his master.

Fang Zhou didn’t notice this at all. Seeing Yu Qing’s astonishnt, he asked in confusion, "What’s wrong?"

Yu Qing pointed at the teacup in Fang Zhou’s hand, "That tea, your master drank it."

Fang Zhou replied with a full head of questions, "And then?"

Yu Qing’s eyes gradually deepened, "Then you drank it!"

Fang Zhou finally understood Yu Qing’s implication and imdiately spat out in disgust.

"Yuck, yuck, yuck! I drank the dregs of an unscrupulous person; how gross!!"

For a mont, Yu Qing couldn’t tell if Fang Zhou truly felt disgusted or was just acting.

...

"Brat, haven’t seen you for over half a year and you don’t know to respect your elders. You better not fall into my hands, or you’ll regret it."

Ling Xiaoyue muttered complaints about Fang Zhou the entire way and soon found Chang Kong’s room.

Since arriving at Luofu Mountain, Chang Kong had been receiving no guests except for a brief eting with a high-ranking mber of the Righteous Alliance.

This wasn’t about putting on airs; she simply didn’t enjoy socializing. With her status and position, she didn’t need to cater to others. Instead, others needed to cater to her.

"Chang Kong, are you here?"

Ling Xiaoyue called out toward the room, barely finishing her sentence as she pushed the locked door open.

Inside, Chang Kong, who was ditating with her eyes closed, slowly opened her eyes and gazed at Ling Xiaoyue with a resigned look.

Ling Xiaoyue showed no sign of guilt and instead started complaining.

"Oh dear, this door is so weak, such poor quality, skimped on materials. It seems that corruption is quite serious within the Righteous Alliance."

Chang Kong directly ignored her nonsensical chatter and asked, "What do you want?"

"Just ca to hang out with you."

Ling Xiaoyue replied with a grin, casually digging out an item from her body and tossing it toward Chang Kong.

"Look, I even brought you a gift, don’t refuse it."