The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 195. I just want to be a quiet handsome man

The journey to Iron Sword Mountain was quiet, and they didn’t expect the return trip to be just as quiet.

Neither Fang Zhou nor Yu Qing spoke, each lost in their own thoughts.

As they crossed the thousand-mile sea of clouds and gradually approached the Heavenly Sword Sect, Yu Qing suddenly spoke: "Fang Zhou... Are you seriously considering agreeing to Wu Lin?"

Fang Zhou chuckled softly: "Not a chance."

He did quite like Wu Lin’s type, but everyone kept it casual and low-key. He would definitely not agree to marry her.

Even if he were to remain single for life, Fang Zhou absolutely wouldn’t ’marry’ a woman.

"Really? I thought you weren’t opposed to the idea."

Yu Qing commented.

Fang Zhou raised his head in surprise, unable to see her face.

Yu Qing stared ahead with lifeless eyes, her picturesque face full of disappointment.

Though she was an innocent girl, inexperienced with love matters and would blush at even a glance of a raunchy text, she wasn’t oblivious.

Fang Zhou’s rejection of Wu Lin wasn’t decisive, and he did appear to like her. This was apparent to everyone.

If Wu Lin abandoned the Wu Clan’s principle and gave up her dignity as a woman to marry Fang Zhou, would he refuse?

Yu Qing couldn’t guess the answer, and inside... she didn’t want to see this happen.

Fang Zhou sighed slightly behind her, burying his face in Yu Qing’s hair.

Yu Qing’s body stiffened, almost losing control of her Spirit Sword, her face turned red as she stammered: "Fang, Fang Zhou, what’s going on?"

Fang Zhou deeply inhaled Yu Qing’s scent, muttering: "Nothing much, you’re right. I’m not entirely opposed to the idea. But the main reason for not decisively rejecting was to avoid making Wu Tie and Wu Lin look bad, especially since we might need their help for future celebrations and events. Making relations too awkward would be problematic."

Hearing Fang Zhou’s explanation, Yu Qing froze for a moment, before showing a relieved expression, a smile gradually spreading across her lips.

"Don’t worry, Elder Wu Tie and Wu Lin aren’t those types. They will fully cooperate with you."

Listening to the lightness in Yu Qing’s voice, Fang Zhou couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling a bit of thrill like walking a tightrope.

Sigh, this twisted world has forced someone straightforward like me to become a scoundrel who deceives one person after another.

All I ever wanted was to be a quiet and handsome man.

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Upon arriving back at the Heavenly Sword Sect, Fang Zhou and Yu Qing separated, and he returned alone to Moon Viewing Peak.

The little gourd kids had already categorized all the items Ling Xiaoyue brought back. Although they didn’t find the Wanhua Mirrors, they did find a similar magic treasure.

This treasure is called Water Moon, shaped like a basin. When water is poured in, the reflections on the water surface can become real.

But there are many limitations. It can only produce simple items; anything too complex is beyond its capability, and the quantity is limited. After each use, it requires a period of recovery.

Fang Zhou asked Cheng Xing to bring out the comics she had drawn recently, filled the Water Moon with water, and placed them on the water surface.

Within seconds, a stack of comics appeared in the water.

Fang Zhou quickly retrieved the comics from the water, but they were all soaked.

Moreover, the comics produced by Water Moon were reversed, including the text, working on the same principle as a mirror.

However, solving this problem is simple. Just reverse the reversed comics again to get new ones, and then wrap them tightly in waterproof cloth to prevent them from getting wet when retrieved.

Cheng Xing took off to experiment with the method they came up with, while Fang Zhou let the other little gourd kids roam around Moon Viewing Peak.

Now this Moon Viewing Peak is Fang Zhou’s territory, not fearing the Heavenly Sword Sect seeing him harboring a few little monsters, since they’d find out eventually anyway.

Ling Xiaoyue had disappeared somewhere, and Fang Zhou didn’t have time to care, retreating to his bamboo house, picking up pen and paper, and starting to write down plans for the anniversary celebration and the trade fair.

Since returning from Iron Sword Mountain, Fang Zhou had formulated ideas, with the anniversary celebration and trade fair being just a part of them, focusing more on his personal future plans.

Although he traveled to a Cultivation World, it didn’t mean he had to be solely focused on cultivation.

Fang Zhou worked hard at cultivation primarily for self-preservation, without any ambition to become the number one cultivator.

He felt that if his mind was filled solely with skills, magic treasures, and battles, he’d be no different from other native cultivators.

Fang Zhou believed that once he had enough strength for self-preservation, he could do things more meaningful, entertaining himself and the public.

Previously, he had a vague idea, but how to execute it was unclear.

Today, after a tour of Iron Sword Mountain, Fang Zhou’s thoughts crystallized, and now he needed to record them.

He worked diligently until sunset, with the moon up on the branches, recording all his thoughts filling hundreds of sheets.

That was just the beginning. More fresh ideas were bound to emerge later, but those would be addressed then.

Fang Zhou organized all his handwritten drafts, setting aside those pertinent to the anniversary celebration and trade fair, while arranging the rest by priority before storing them in his gourd to avoid loss.

Stepping out of the bamboo house, under the starry night sky.

Fang Zhou sat cross-legged on the rock by the waterfall, starting to cultivate the Waning Moon Chapter taught by Ling Xiaoyue.

Although he wished not to be preoccupied solely with cultivation, this was a consideration only after he had enough strength for self-preservation.

Currently, he was still quite weak, unable to even beat Ling Xiaoyue, so he couldn’t neglect cultivation.

The next day, Fang Zhou carried the organized plans to Yujian Peak, intending to submit them to True Master Yu Jian.

He initially thought he would have to go to Sword Lake again, but this time True Master Yu Jian chose to meet him at Chaoyang Palace.

Could it be she feared I’d absorb her lake water again?

Such a penny-pincher.

Accompanied by Yu Qing, Fang Zhou handed the plans to True Master Yu Jian, who took them and began reading word by word.

Fang Zhou was slightly nervous. His plans were quite radical in some ways, fearing True Master Yu Jian wouldn’t dare accept and would send them back for revisions.

Revising plans was the most daunting task. Fang Zhou would rather face off with Ling Xiaoyue than redo them.

While waiting, Fang Zhou noticed Yu Qing seemingly looking at him.

He turned to look, meeting her gaze.

Yu Qing’s eyes were like a clear spring, as if Fang Zhou could see his reflection in them.

Seeing Fang Zhou look at her, Yu Qing showed a slightly shy smile, her big eyes blinking, glistening with liquid light.

Fang Zhou also smiled at her, sighing slightly inside.

Although he wasn’t sure when it started, Fang Zhou was 100% certain Yu Qing had fallen for him.

Despite her insisting she wasn’t interested in romantic feelings, such matters weren’t subject to personal will.

Yu Qing was too innocent, encountering someone like him, attractive, eloquent, and knowledgeable about various novel things, it’s normal for her to unknowingly fall.

Ah, what a sinful man I am.

But why is there a hidden delight in my heart?