Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 528: 528: Found, Not Stolen

Chapter 528: Chapter 528: Found, Not Stolen

Seeing the two of them stop their attacks, Fang Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Aya and asked, “When did she steal your stuff?”

Aya’s erald eyes stared tightly at Ling Xiaoyue, “About seventy years ago, this woman went to the Black Soul Mountain and stole my scabbard.”

The Fla Goddess had gifted Aya not only the Fla Holy Sword but also the even more important scabbard.

The Holy Sword and the scabbard remained on the battlefield after Aya’s death and ended up being stolen by Ling Xiaoyue.

Just as Aya finished speaking, Ling Xiaoyue imdiately retorted, “She’s talking nonsense. Disciple, don’t believe her; I’m clearly only seventeen. How could I have possibly gone to Black Soul Mountain seventy years ago to steal her scabbard?”

Fang Zhou and Aya both let out a cold laugh simultaneously.

Although Ling Xiaoyue indeed looked young, only an idiot would believe she’s rely seventeen.

Feeling their silent disdain, Ling Xiaoyue showed no sha and quickly changed her story: “She’s been dead for so long; the items beca ownerless. I just happened to pick it up, so how can that be considered stealing? There’s no rule stating you have to return sothing you’ve found to its previous owner, right?”

Such bandit logic once again drew unreserved disdainful looks from Fang Zhou and Aya.

Cold Valley is full of Heroic Spirits, and after Aya died, she transford into a Heroic Spirit attached to the Holy Sword. Anyone who touched the Holy Sword would awaken her, so it could hardly be considered ownerless.

Aya was no longer interested in arguing with Ling Xiaoyue and directly told Fang Zhou, “I have only one request, just have her return the scabbard to .”

She now understood that the relationship between Ling Xiaoyue and Fang Zhou was probably not adversarial; the two had been fighting so fiercely just now but could now have a conversation without a hitch. Their relationship might even be quite close.

Aya decided to let go of her intention to seek revenge on Ling Xiaoyue and only hoped to get her scabbard back.

Fang Zhou nodded at her and looked at Ling Xiaoyue with a reproachful gaze: “Return the scabbard to her.”

Ling Xiaoyue was dissatisfied with both Fang Zhou’s tone and attitude. Had this brat forgotten who won just now?

“Rebellious disciple, how can you side with outsiders against your master?”

A flash of surprise crossed Aya’s eyes; she hadn’t expected Fang Zhou to be Ling Xiaoyue’s disciple.

Faced with Ling Xiaoyue’s dissatisfaction, Fang Zhou righteously declared, “Shut up! I am a partner of justice, the beacon of righteousness. How could I shield evil because of my personal relationship with you? Be honest and hand over the item, or I’ll have to execute justice today and cleanse the faction.”

“You brat!!”

Ling Xiaoyue was so furious her teeth itched; she could hear the eagerness to try in Fang Zhou’s self-righteous tone.

This brat probably couldn’t wait for her to resist, then join this troubleso woman to defeat her master.

If it were just Fang Zhou alone, Ling Xiaoyue figured she could take him on with one hand tied behind her back, but adding Aya into the mix was different.

In this gourd space, although Ling Xiaoyue couldn’t be controlled by Fang Zhou, leaving would still require his consent.

If a fight really broke out and the gourd space got destroyed, the hard-earned opportunity to enter Refining Immortal City would go to waste.

Weighing the pros and cons in her heart, Ling Xiaoyue finally chose to compromise.

A gentleman’s revenge can wait ten years. Let that brat bask in triumph for a while, then wait until he lets his guard down to remind him of a master’s dignity.

It wouldn’t hurt to squeeze so more money out of him.

Having made up her mind, Ling Xiaoyue imdiately abandoned resistance, shrugged, and said, “Sorry to disappoint you, but the scabbard is no longer with .”

It was quite unexpected for Fang Zhou when Ling Xiaoyue so easily gave up resistance.

Unfortunately, being familiar with her character, Fang Zhou quickly realized that this an-spirited woman had probably decided to back down for now to strike back later.

Little did she know, Fang Zhou had the sa idea; today’s defeat left him very unhappy, and he would definitely make this an-spirited woman pay when he had the chance.

Seeing Ling Xiaoyue deny it, Fang Zhou frowned slightly: “Don’t think you can muddle through this; hurry up and hand it over.”

This rebellious disciple actually didn’t believe her, making Ling Xiaoyue’s mouth twitch in anger.

“Truly, I don’t have it. I sold the scabbard after picking it up; it was of no use to —couldn’t eat it, couldn’t drink it, would I keep it to wipe my ass?”

Ling Xiaoyue insisted that the scabbard was found, not stolen.

And indeed, given Ling Xiaoyue’s personality, anything she got ahold of would definitely be sold imdiately, not held on to.

Upon hearing her scabbard had been sold, Aya imdiately put on an unpleasant expression.

Her scabbard was one-of-a-kind, a priceless treasure, and had actually been sold by this thief.

Aya felt as if her heart was bleeding.

Fang Zhou hurriedly comforted her, saying that once Gu Caiwei established her intelligence network, they could investigate the whereabouts of the scabbard.

The style of the Holy Sword’s scabbard was certainly out of place in this world; it shouldn’t be too hard to find.

Seeing Fang Zhou care so much for Aya, Ling Xiaoyue secretly pursed her lips, grumbling about the brat forgetting his master once a woman was in the picture, truly an ungrateful wolf.

Fang Zhou couldn’t help but glare at Ling Xiaoyue; wasn’t he the one cleaning up her ss?

Feeling down, Aya, seeing Fang Zhou was no longer in danger, decided to leave, not wanting to stay and look at Ling Xiaoyue’s face any longer, yearning instead for a quiet place to be alone.

After Aya left, Fang Zhou and Ling Xiaoyue both finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The master and disciple exchanged a glance before they started poking each other’s faces with all their might.

“You brat, I’m your master, and you’re siding with an outsider against ?”

“Bullshit, that’s my new backing; should I side with you, who only sabotages your disciple?”

“When have I ever sabotaged you?”

“When haven’t you sabotaged ?”

The master and disciple bickered for over half an hour before temporarily calling a truce.

Fang Zhou massaged his swollen face, displeased: “Co clean, how did you really steal her stuff?”

Ling Xiaoyue, too busy dealing with her own face full of pinch marks, jumped up and protested, “Bullcrap! I just picked it up, not stole it.”

She continued to insist the item was found, not stolen.

The matter originated seventy years ago.

At that ti, Ling Xiaoyue was already wandering the Cultivation World and sohow got wind of a Heavenly Sword Sect forbidden area containing a portal to another small world.

She sneaked into the portal while the Heavenly Sword Sect’s Guardian Sect Beast Yunzun was napping, entering the Black Soul World.

However, the Black Soul World greatly disappointed Ling Xiaoyue. It was a withered world, with the Black Soul Mountain as the only place left with human relics, and there certainly weren’t any good treasures.

But as the “King of Collecting Junk” who would pick up anything that could sell, even rusty iron, Ling Xiaoyue still went on a sweep of the Black Soul Mountain, gathering quite a bit of stuff that looked profitable.

Finally, in Cold Valley, she discovered the Holy Sword left on the battlefield after Aya’s death.

The Holy Sword still had a scabbard at the ti; whether the sword or the scabbard, their extrely luxurious appearance radiated the sll of money, making Ling Xiaoyue fall in love at first sight.