The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 207. I’m not being the messenger of justice anymore.

Chapter 207: 207. I’m not being the messenger of justice anymore.

Upon hearing that Wang Xiuzhu wanted to confess.

Jin Xihai reluctantly loosened her fingers and revealed a contemptuous smile: "I thought Taoist Fang was quite courageous, turns out he’s just an ornamental vase, pretty but useless."

Wang Xiuzhu ignored Jin Xihai’s words, keeping his head down, silently shedding tears.

He had been brought up in the mountains from a young age. Though the life was uncomfortable, he never faced hardship, and he relied on the Foundation Establishment Pill for his cultivation progress.

Originally, he believed his will was strong and he was ready to face death, but when the situation came, he was also greedy for life and afraid of death.

He couldn’t be the righteous hero.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiuzhu couldn’t stop his tears, half of which were due to pain.

Jin Xihai reached out and pinched Wang Xiuzhu’s chin, lifting his face: "Hurry up and speak!"

Wang Xiuzhu had no choice but to tell the truth: "You’ve got the wrong person, I’m not Taoist Fang, I’m an impostor."

Jin Xihai was shocked and quickly inspected Wang Xiuzhu’s face, but found no traces of disguise.

She restrained her smile: "Do you think we’re fools?"

Wang Xiuzhu hurriedly explained about the Muscle Softening Liquid, but Jin Xihai did not quite believe him.

There might be such a potion in the world, but it must be extremely precious, how could it be used on such a minor character?

If the Sect Master of Heavenly Sword Sect or the three real figures used substitutes, it would make sense, but Fang was unknown and insignificant, who would irrationally use substitutes for him?

It would be more plausible if you said you were a twin with Fang.

Jin Xihai exchanged glances with her three companions, seeing distrust in each other’s eyes.

She questioned again: "Alright, since you claim you’re not, then tell me, what’s Fang’s name and background?"

Wang Xiuzhu answered candidly: "I don’t know his name, I only know his surname is Fang. He has been in Heavenly Sword Sect for less than three months and has a Master named Ling Xiaoyue. Apart from that, no one knows his background."

Wang Xiuzhu’s response made Jin Xihai and the others even more suspicious.

Being a substitute requires thorough understanding, otherwise, slip-ups in speech and action are inevitable.

You claim to be Fang’s substitute, yet you don’t even know his name, are you treating us like fools?

Another woman impatiently said: "Jin sister, why waste time talking to him, this kind of man won’t shed tears until he’s faced with death, we should let him experience our methods soon."

"Alright, I knew you lot couldn’t resist when seeing a beauty."

Jin Xihai pinched Wang Xiuzhu’s face, speaking coldly: "Taoist Fang, I’m giving you one last chance, or you can probably guess what will happen next."

Wang Xiuzhu’s eyes widened in terror, shaking his head desperately: "No, I’m really not Taoist Fang, believe me!"

Jin Xihai looked disappointed, released Wang Xiuzhu’s face, stood up, and turned to leave.

"He’s all yours, be careful, don’t break him."

With those words, Jin Xihai left the cabin.

The remaining three women exchanged glances, revealing vulgar smiles, eagerly unbuckling their belts and removing their clothes.

During these days in the camp, they had long been coveting Wang Xiuzhu, they wouldn’t miss this chance.

The three displayed their robust bodies and surrounded Wang Xiuzhu.

Wang Xiuzhu looked terrified, disregarding the pain in his body, desperately trying to hide.

"What are you doing, don’t come near, don’t come!"

...

Jin Xihai entered the control room, kicking aside the unconscious Heavenly Sword Sect disciple.

This shuttle was excellently designed, capable of automatic flight even without manual control.

Jin Xihai felt a bit envious, despite the Divine Sect’s strength, they can’t match the heritage of such prestigious sects like Heavenly Sword Sect.

If the Divine Sect had many such shuttles, they would treat them as strategic equipment, not as mere transportation for ordinary disciples, it would be a waste.

In the whole world, only Heavenly Sword Sect possessed so many flying treasures.

Jin Xihai touched and examined everywhere, ignoring the various indecent sounds coming from the cabin behind.

She knew her three companions loved to torture men; any man caught by them was doomed.

But Jin Xihai didn’t care about Wang Xiuzhu’s life or death, she only cared about getting the answers she wanted.

Jin Xihai waited in the control room for a long time, the noise behind hadn’t ceased, Wang Xiuzhu was at Foundation Establishment Realm, not easily killed.

More than that, Jin Xihai was concerned about the companion left to block the pursuers, why hadn’t she returned yet?

As this doubt surfaced in her mind, she suddenly noticed a tiny black dot in the distant clouds.

The dot quickly enlarged, it was a person standing on a flying sword, rapidly approaching.

Jin Xihai squinted, revealing a surprised expression, and reached out to vigorously bang the partition between the control room and cabin: "Stop it, Heavenly Sword Sect people are catching up."

The cabin echoed with chaotic footsteps, followed by three sweaty women rushing out while clutching their clothes.

"Wasn’t Hua Shanshan supposed to block the Heavenly Sword Sect? How did they catch up?"

The three complained while hastily dressing, their tone also carrying a hint of nervousness.

The four had only brought one flying treasure, which Hua Shanshan had taken.

If the Heavenly Sword Sect attacked this shuttle and caused it to crash, everyone onboard would be shattered into pieces.

At such height, unless they were in Innate Realm, they would not survive; Foundation Establishment Realm wouldn’t fare better than ordinary people.

"Hua Shanshan might have failed, you all be careful."

Jin Xihai coldly stated, rushing to the cockpit, preparing to maneuver the shuttle for a landing.

Her gaze tightly locked onto the incoming figure.

...

Fang Zhou was currently very angry, having been delayed by that pipe-playing woman, resulting in losing track of the shuttle.

Fang Zhou could only ride the Xuanyuan Sword, searching the vicinity at maximum speed.

This area was still just the edge of the Cloud Sea Mountains, with numerous dense clouds, making hiding easy.

After searching for a long time and almost deciding to give up, Fang Zhou regretted not bringing more people along, it was risky to be alone.

Ah, still not cautious enough, too careless.

Just when Fang Zhou was about to give up and prepare Wang Xiuzhu’s coffin, he finally spotted the shuttle slowly drifting through the clouds.

It was an unexpected joy, akin to finding a forgotten personal video in the folder while generating electricity by oneself.

Fang Zhou flew up at the fastest speed, circling around the shuttle.

Jin Xihai was controlling the shuttle for a descent, avoiding an aerial strike that would cause a crash.

Fang Zhou could see this clearly, knowing that attacking now could easily down the shuttle, turning everyone aboard into pulp.

But he didn’t plan to do that, because Wang Xiuzhu was still on board.

This guy had no merits but bore hardships; Fang Zhou wasn’t heartless enough to casually kill him.

Such a good substitute, where else could you find one?

The four aboard the shuttle were also nervously watching Fang Zhou, noticing he didn’t seem intent on crashing the shuttle, they relaxed a bit.

The three women who had just humiliated Wang Xiuzhu revealed sinister smiles.

Indeed, men always have this indecisive nature, never decisive.

If they didn’t take the chance to attack the shuttle now, once they disembarked, the situation would reverse, and their fate would depend on him.