The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 200. The Immortal Water that prolongs life

Leaving Xuanjian Peak, whenever Yu Qing thought of Elder Yan Fu’s exasperated yet speechless expression that made her want to slap herself, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

Fang Zhou wouldn’t dare visit Elder Yan Fu’s home next time, fearing he wouldn’t even get a cup of tea.

After returning to Heavenly Sword Peak, Fang Zhou didn’t reveal anything to Wang Xiuzhu, nor did he inform him about the Substitute Messenger plan, to prevent him from exposing the truth inadvertently.

Fang Zhou only said he had important matters to attend to and couldn’t leave, and since Iron Sword Mountain needed supervision, he devised this plan to have Wang Xiuzhu oversee the construction work.

Wang Xiuzhu was skeptical about Fang Zhou’s exaggerated approach, instinctively sensing danger.

Yet he couldn’t figure out where the danger was coming from, as there were no enemies inside or outside the Heavenly Sword Sect, and Iron Sword Mountain was within the Sect’s territory, with Elder Wu Tie overseeing the place, making it very safe.

This made Wang Xiuzhu breathe a sigh of relief, secretly laughing at himself for being overly suspicious.

At the same time, he felt that perhaps Fang Zhou was truly a good person who bore no grudges and entrusted him with such an important task instead of sidelining him.

Why had he disliked such a good person in the past?

Wang Xiuzhu felt a bit moved, regretting his past actions.

Fang Zhou instructed Yu Qing to escort Wang Xiuzhu to Iron Sword Mountain, explaining everything to Wu Tie and Wu Lin; after all, Wang Xiuzhu’s task was only to oversee the project’s progress and report daily.

Yu Qing nodded, pulling out a jade hairpin that transformed into a Spirit Sword: "Junior Brother Wang, let’s go."

Wang Xiuzhu instinctively tried to jump onto the Spirit Sword, but Yu Qing controlled it to move away swiftly, almost making him fall flat on his face.

Yu Qing curiously asked: "Junior Brother Wang, don’t you have your own Spirit Sword?"

Wang Xiuzhu, with a wry face, thought that Senior Sister Yu Qing always shared a sword with Fang Zhou, but when it was his turn, there was no such privilege.

He didn’t dare to ask, only summoning his own Spirit Sword silently and following Yu Qing, leaving the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Fang Zhou went to Heavenly Sword Peak, where the event project team had already gathered the multi-talented disciples per his instructions.

When Fang Zhou arrived, he found there were only about a dozen people, those who usually showcased talents in music, singing, and dancing.

Yet the number was still too few for Fang Zhou’s plan to hold at least two large-scale stage plays and dance performances; splitting them in half wouldn’t suffice.

Fang Zhou called over the project team leader, You Shanshan, and asked why there were so few people.

You Shanshan helplessly replied: "Taoist Fang, there are indeed many talented people in the sect, but they all refused to come."

After some questioning, Fang Zhou realized that although these disciples always joked around and seemed unrefined, they were actually quite reserved, unwilling to show off in public.

Let alone perform in public, recruiting these few had been very difficult.

Fang Zhou realized he had been careless.

He went back to find Wei Yuanling, asking her to post a notice across the entire Heavenly Sword Sect, ensuring everyone could see it.

The notice encouraged disciples to actively participate in talent activities, offering a small gift for every registrant and a collection of Lao Shi Ji’s works for selected disciples.

Selected participants would receive substantial allowances during training, exempt from daily cultivation tasks.

After a successful performance, each participant would receive a Spirit Pill to enhance their abilities, a premium Spirit Sword, and a mysterious prize.

These rewards were first come, first served, while supplies last.

After the notice was posted, within half a day, the event project’s registration area was overwhelmed by numerous disciples.

Compared to the rewards mentioned in the notice, exposing oneself was nothing; even performing a handstand while eating feces... uh, that wouldn’t do, but everything else was fine.

Besides, many people signed up just to kill time, finding their daily lives too monotonous.

With so many people registering, You Shanshan sweated profusely and hurried to find Fang Zhou: "Taoist Fang, you said every registrant would receive a small gift, what exactly is it? Many disciples are asking me for them!"

Fang Zhou, unperturbed, instructed the logistics team to find numerous thumb-sized bottles, filling half with Sword Lake Water from True Master Yu Jian and half with ordinary water before sealing them.

A perfect small gift was thus created.

Fang Zhou had You Shanshan distribute these small bottles to each registrant, one per person, with no extras.

"Taoist Fang, what is this?"

You Shanshan curiously opened a bottle and sniffed, detecting a faint aura, akin to Spiritual Energy.

"This is Immortal Water from the forbidden area of Yujian Peak. Drinking it can prolong life and replenish various elements the body lacks. It’s an excellent health product, extremely precious." frёewebnoѵēl.com

Fang Zhou explained to You Shanshan. According to his judgment, the lake water shouldn’t be fatal since the little critters often swam in it.

Whether True Master Yu Jian had soaked his feet in the lake or if the critters had urinated in it, maybe not... probably?

Unaware of any doubts, You Shanshan secretly drank one bottle.

The amount in the bottle was only enough for a sip, no distinct taste, but it carried a strong sense of Spiritual Energy.

It was indeed Immortal Water!

You Shanshan drank a few more bottles.

With so many disciples registering, Fang Zhou had to divide them into singing, dancing, playing instruments, and acting groups, assessing each one by one.

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Iron Sword Mountain.

When Wang Xiuzhu arrived, he was immediately stunned by the bustling scene.

Tens of thousands of young laborers, commanded by Sword Casting City supervisors, moved densely like an ant colony.

The venue for the annual trade fair had been expanded more than tenfold, with all weeds, trees, and stones cleared, the ground reinforced, and countless construction materials transported to the site.

Wu Lin had been transferred from Iron Sword Mountain by Elder Wu Tie to assist with construction, providing more opportunities to interact with Fang Zhou.

Upon hearing that Fang Zhou and Yu Qing had arrived, Wu Lin hurried over.

However, upon meeting them, Wu Lin sensed something was off.

Her beast-like instincts, which had previously helped her uncover a disguised Demon Sect member, indicated something was wrong.

At first glance, this ’Fang Zhou’ seemed fine, but upon closer inspection, something felt amiss.

Wang Xiuzhu, biting the bullet, imitated Fang Zhou’s speaking style: "What are you looking at?"

This immediately gave him away as Wu Lin frowned: "You’re a fake?"

Wang Xiuzhu was startled, quickly looking to Yu Qing for help.

Yu Qing then explained to Wu Lin, but not using the Substitute Messenger plan; instead, she repeated the same excuse given to Wang Xiuzhu.

Upon hearing that Fang Zhou wouldn’t be coming for a while, Wu Lin lost interest and unceremoniously sent Wang Xiuzhu to the construction site supervision.

Wang Xiuzhu, intimidated by these two senior sisters, quickly ran to the construction site to avoid further trouble.

Once on site, Wang Xiuzhu finally relaxed a bit, feeling a touch of freedom.

Wearing Fang Zhou’s face, Wang Xiuzhu wandered around the construction site, gradually regaining the confidence he had when he still had backing.

Little did he know that just as he set foot on the construction site, he was immediately noticed by someone.