The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 229. Wang Xiuzhu’s Adventure

There’s almost everything for sale in Taobao Mall.

Spiritual elixirs are naturally essential. This time, Xiao Yan wasn’t stingy and exchanged several elixir recipes given by the Medicine Lady for a variety of Healing Holy Medicines and Great Replenishing Pills.

After returning to the inn, Xiao Yan first fed an elixir to Han Li, then healed herself and replenished her energy.

These high-priced elixirs were truly worth every penny. With two swallowed, her almost exhausted body instantly revived with vitality, spiritual energy filled her completely and even overflowed.

After recovering, Xiao Yan changed into a new set of clothes and put on the mask she bought.

After the theater incident, she realized that walking around openly was dangerous, and it was safer with a mask.

After glancing at Han Li, who was still asleep, Xiao Yan turned and left the inn, heading towards Iron Sword Mountain.

Both Xiao Yan and the Demon Sect had their eyes on Iron Sword Mountain, but while the Demon Sect sought the Legendary Dragon Fire within, Xiao Yan’s aim was the Exotic Species True Fire in the Demon Sect’s possession.

It was akin to the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. However, the Demon Sect was a colossal mutant mantis, while Xiao Yan was merely a fledgling oriole.

Halfway there, Xiao Yan suddenly saw a familiar person—Fang Zhou!

No mistake, although his physique had significantly changed from half a year ago, Xiao Yan could never forget that face. frёewebnoѵēl.com

It even haunted her dreams every night, replaying the day of the annulment.

After half a year, suddenly encountering this man again made Xiao Yan tremble all over, her eyes blazing with anger, almost pulling out the rejection from behind her, ready to charge Fang Zhou.

But the remnants of her rationality held back her fury, finding a place to hide.

Why was he here?

Xiao Yan was very curious, but quickly found the answer. Fang Zhou walked with several disciples of the Xuanji Sect, clearly following the sect to participate in the commerce fair at the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Fang Zhou and the disciples of the Xuanji Sect were strolling around. Xiao Yan glanced at the distant Iron Sword Mountain and then at Fang Zhou, unable to resist following them.

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At Taobao Mall, Wang Xiuzhu felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

He had been overseeing here for months, witnessing the city’s rise from nothing.

Wang Xiuzhu felt proud, as the city was built with countless efforts, including his share.

After being injured in a hostage situation by cultists, Wang Xiuzhu recuperated for a while, then, bearing Fang Zhou’s face, returned to oversee the construction site, enjoying the freedom until the city’s completion.

Initially, after the commerce fair began, Wang Xiuzhu could have taken a good rest, but there were too many guests, and the Heavenly Sword Sect was short-handed, leaving him with no choice but to continue working.

His assigned task was to accompany disciples from other sects to tour Taobao Mall, essentially playing the role of a companion.

Since morning, he had hosted several groups, and now these female disciples from the Xuanji Sect were the last.

With Fang Zhou’s identical face, Wang Xiuzhu got along well with the female disciples.

Halfway through, an urgent need to relieve himself caught Wang Xiuzhu, awkwardly excusing himself from the female disciples and rushing to a public toilet in the corner.

After an incident where flatulence reopened an old wound, although fully healed, he was left with a lingering urgency to defecate frequently, requiring prompt attention.

After easing himself in the public toilet, Wang Xiuzhu happily began washing his hands.

While washing, a sudden malevolent wind attacked from behind.

Having heightened alertness after the last ambush, Wang Xiuzhu quickly dodged sideways, reacting swiftly.

Yet, the assailant’s power exceeded his expectations, and he was still struck on the neck, his vision blackened, collapsing unconscious.

The female disciples of the Xuanji Sect outside waited for a long time, gradually sensing something amiss.

Upon entering the public toilet, they found Wang Xiuzhu sprawled on the ground.

A shiny longsword pierced his butt, blood pooling around.

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Xiao Yan moved quickly through the crowd, her heart filled with tension, yet also an urge to laugh maniacally.

Though such action was rather indecorous, it greatly alleviated the resentment and anger festering in Xiao Yan’s heart for half a year.

The thought of that man’s pitiful image, pierced through the buttocks, elated Xiao Yan to the extreme, her lips twitching upwards wildly.

Of course, this was just a minor revenge; Xiao Yan had not forgotten the three-year agreement, the time to truly regain everything she lost.

However, Fang Zhou’s lacking strength also relieved Xiao Yan, no longer a match for her now, and even less three years later.

She hurriedly left Taobao Mall, heading towards Iron Sword Mountain.

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The Heavenly Sword Sect was extremely busy today, and the Wu Clan of Iron Sword Mountain was no exception, with most guards dispatched to Taobao Mall to maintain order.

Sword Casting City unusually halted production today, and most miners left the city, heading to Taobao Mall in groups.

Wu Lin also wanted to go out and play, especially to watch a stage play featuring Fang Zhou. Even though she often secretly watched during rehearsals in recent months, rehearsals and official performances were different.

However, Wu Tie made Wu Lin stay behind to guard against possible disruptions by the Demon Sect at this crucial moment.

Wu Lin thought her mother was making a fuss over nothing since capturing an intruding Demon Cultist last time, the Demon Sect had been lying low, unseen for months.

The most important asset in Iron Sword Mountain was the Dragon Fire, and as long as the Dragon Fire Cave was sealed, there wasn’t anything valuable besides Mystic Iron Ore.

Would the Demon Sect really sneak in mining while everyone was distracted?

Restricted to stay inside Iron Sword Mountain, Wu Lin had no time to spare, as various merchant groups wanting long-term weapon or Mystic Iron Ore contracts came to visit.

Elder Wu Tie, as the City Lord of Sword Casting City and the clan leader of the Wu Clan, was required for both the commerce fair and the anniversary celebration.

Thus, these visiting merchant teams could only be entertained by Wu Lin, leaving her feeling more tired than forging iron by the end of the day.

Yet, this was her necessary training. If she were to inherit the positions of City Lord of Sword Casting City and the Wu Clan leader in the future, such duties would only increase.

As night fell, visits to the interior of Iron Sword Mountain finally decreased.

Wu Lin was hosting the last merchant group, from a small sect in Jingnan State, buying only a small amount yet very picky.

Wu Lin found no interest in dealing with them, so she just let them wander around for a tour.

The Dragon Fire Cave was already shut, the mountain contained nothing significant to worry about being taken.

The group from the small sect wandered around, touching and sight-seeing everywhere.

Xiao Yan silently followed behind, having mingled into the small merchant group midway, claiming she was an agent purchasing on behalf of others, without raising suspicion.

Upon entering the interior of Iron Sword Mountain, Xiao Yan was amazed by the scenery, but even more so by the lax security, with only over ten guards remaining.

This was specific to Wu Tie’s insistence, or there wouldn’t even be one, as everyone would have gone to Taobao Mall.

With security so relaxed, could they truly withstand an attack from the Demon Sect?

Xiao Yan couldn’t help but feel anxious for the Heavenly Sword Sect and was baffled as to why the Demon Sect, purported to have long arrived with the Exotic Species True Fire, was nowhere in sight.