The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 123 - . It’s the season for the White Album again

Chapter 123: 123. It’s the season for the White Album again

Yu Qing, who had ascended Cloud Mountain at a young age, indeed remained oblivious to the affairs of the outside world, and was now completely unaware of the current situation beyond the mountain.

Even her, as a True Disciple, was so uninformed, let alone the other ordinary disciples.

Yu Qing was quite worried and hastily asked Fang Zhou, “Taoist Fang, what should we do now?”

Fang Zhou replied earnestly, “This is precisely why I want to sell newspapers. The newspapers will document the customs and cultures of various places, as well as my personal experiences. It can broaden the horizons of the disciples of Heavenly Sword Sect. Through the stories and perspectives I provide, I offer them a new direction of thinking, meanwhile enriching their otherwise monotonous lives during their Cultivation breaks. Besides, I can make a little money for myself. Don’t you think it’s a win-win situation?”

Yu Qing’s spirit was uplifted; it was such an epiphany. She hadn’t realized that Fang Zhou’s newspaper business was underpinned by such profound considerations. It was not merely about making money, but more importantly, about expanding the vision of the Heavenly Sword Sect’s disciples to prevent them from becoming isolated and ignorant.

Deeply moved, Yu Qing couldn’t help but bow deeply to Fang Zhou, expressing her gratitude, “Taoist Fang, on behalf of the disciples of Heavenly Sword Sect, I thank you for your noble deed.”

If there was a progress bar for favor at this moment, it would definitely show Yu Qing’s increasing admiration towards Fang Zhou skyrocketing.

What a pure and good child indeed, a gentleman can be deceived by being straightforward. Though Yu Qing is not a gentleman, her personality is quite similar.

Fang Zhou felt quite emotional inside, he extended his hands to lift Yu Qing, and said gravely, “Although I am not from the Heavenly Sword Sect, I am a member of the righteous path in the Cultivation World. It is only if such Major Sects like yours grow stronger that we can better protect the peace of the Cultivation World. I am merely contributing a slight force for the sake of peace, it’s nothing worthy of thanks.”

Fang Zhou’s expression and tone were righteous, enhanced by the addition of 2 points of reputation for being righteous, and most importantly, his handsome face.

At this moment, a shaft of sunlight happened to pierce through the sea of clouds, shining upon him, making his entire being gleam gently, as if a divine being had descended to earth.

Yu Qing was utterly mesmerized.

Before, it was her who, with her spring-like demeanor, would intoxicate others. This time, Yu Qing finally experienced the feeling of spring arriving.

Her whole being seemed to be placed in nature, so harmonious and relaxing, utterly intoxicating.

Fang Zhou waved his hand in front of Yu Qing, “Hey, did you hear me? Are you alright?”

Yu Qing abruptly snapped back to reality, her cheeks heating up and her ears reddening, her eyes darting about, too embarrassed to meet Fang Zhou’s gaze.

This was the first time she had lost her composure in front of someone else.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine, sorry for spacing out.”

Yu Qing took several deep breaths and quietly operated the Sword Control Technique, calming her emotions.

After regaining her composure, Yu Qing said solemnly to Fang Zhou, “I fully support your approach. If there’s any difficulty, please tell me and I will do my utmost to help.”

Fang Zhou let out a slight sigh of relief, managing to convince her, “Of course. The reason I came to you is to inquire where I can purchase a large quantity of paper and ink. It would be even better if you have a channel for purchasing them.”

Yu Qing couldn’t help but smile, “Then you’ve found the right person by coming to me. Our sect owns a paper and ink workshop, and I am acquainted with the master of the workshop.”

Although Heavenly Sword Sect consists of cultivators, their daily material consumption is not small, and stationery like paper and inkstones are greatly needed. From the Sect Master to the ordinary disciples, everyone needs to write and draw daily; these things can’t be conjured out of thin air through Cultivation.

Other materials could be purchased in Yunshan City, but paper and ink were different. A significant portion was used for writing secret manuals and Cultivation insights, which should not be casually shown to others. Hence, there is a high demand for the quality of paper and ink as well.

For this reason, Heavenly Sword Sect built their own workshop, producing and selling paper and ink themselves, along with offering printing services.

Yu Qing, as a True Disciple, being nurtured as a future leader, definitely had access to these resources, which was something Fang Zhou had considered prior to his visit.

Therefore, Yu Qing’s response was within Fang Zhou’s expectations. He smiled and said, “Then I’ll have to trouble you to introduce me to the master of that workshop.”

The workshop is located at Heavenly Sword Peak, and one must fly there.

Yu Qing took off the jade hairpin on her head, which transformed into a Spirit Sword, nimbly flying below her, allowing her to sit cross-legged upon it.

Fang Zhou summoned the Xuanyuan Sword and stepped onto it with one foot.

Yu Qing observed Fang Zhou’s Xuanyuan Sword, scrutinizing it carefully, and a touch of confusion appeared in her eyes: “Huh, Taoist Fang, your sword is quite peculiar.”

Yu Qing was naturally highly compatible with swords, able to discern their history and quality with just a glance. However, this seemingly unimpressive and dusty sword of Fang Zhou’s gave her an indescribable feeling.

Although Fang Zhou didn’t know the grade of the Xuanyuan Sword, with the word ‘divine’ in its name, it was at least not a mundane item.

Still, it’s a basic principle not to flaunt one’s wealth. Fang Zhou replied with a slight smile, “There’s nothing peculiar about it, it just accidentally fell into a latrine pit before. That’s why it looks dusty after it dried. Maybe you caught a whiff of that.”

The Xuanyuan Sword suddenly shook violently, almost shaking Fang Zhou off.

Yu Qing wore an expression of odd befuddlement. Who ever heard of a Spirit Sword falling into a latrine pit?

Yu Qing wasn’t too surprised by the fact that Fang Zhou’s sword could fly.

Artifact Control Flight required at least reaching the Innate Realm. Below Innate, flying could only rely on the inherent abilities of the Magic Treasure itself. For example, Yu Qing’s jade hairpin was a Spirit Sword with the Flying Ability—it was the Spirit Sword that carried her aloft, essentially the same principle as a shuttle.

Therefore, seeing Fang Zhou fly, Yu Qing assumed it was the Xuanyuan Sword carrying him and didn’t realize that Fang Zhou had already learned the Sword Control Technique and could fly without externally channeling Spiritual Energy.

Of course, the Xuanyuan Sword itself had the Flying Ability, but it lacked the flexibility compared to Fang Zhou personally controlling it with the Sword Control Technique.

After the two left Yujian Peak, they roamed amidst the sea of clouds.

At this moment, setting aside trivial matters, Sword Flight while wandering between heaven and earth, gave Fang Zhou a true sense of cultivation.

However, they quickly arrived at Heavenly Sword Peak.

The building complex on Heavenly Sword Peak was more majestic and vast in scale, and the area was bigger as well.

But even so, the total population of Heavenly Sword Sect was less than ten thousand. Living in such a large place was frankly wasteful.

Yu Qing led the way, bringing Fang Zhou to land at one of the gates of Heavenly Sword Peak; there indeed was an official entrance.

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With Yu Qing as the guide, their journey was smooth and unimpeded. Many disciples of Heavenly Sword Sect were surprised upon seeing Fang Zhou, yet none dared to obstruct or inquire, instead, they paid their respectful salutations to Yu Qing.

After passing through the gate, they had to climb a long and steep staircase to reach Zhengkun Palace at Heavenly Sword Peak.

In front of Zhengkun Palace, a group of disciples had gathered, busy with something.

Fang Zhou looked at Yu Qing with a puzzled expression, and Yu Qing explained: “They are conducting the monthly routine assessment for disciples of the three veins.”

It turned out that the Heavenly Sword Sect assigned cultivation tasks each month and conducted an assessment at the month’s end.

Those who excelled would receive rewards, those who passed would receive encouragement, and while failing did not mean expulsion from the Sect, a stern reprimand was inevitable.

If a disciple’s cultivation did not progress over the years, the Heavenly Sword Sect would assign them to work in various departments rather than continue to feed them for nothing.

The assessment process wasn’t much to look at, terribly dull. Most deacons were reluctant to come, and if they did, it was a mere formality—maintaining stern faces throughout, stifling any cheerfulness, placing significant pressure on the disciples who often made mistakes.

Having watched for a while and finding it uninteresting, Fang Zhou was ready to leave with Yu Qing, but then he encountered someone unexpected.

Xuan Ling.

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