The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 237. Disciple Duoduo, take good care of yourself.

Fang Zhou felt as if his heart was being gripped by an invisible giant hand, a slight pain began to emerge, his limbs felt weak, and he could hear the intense pounding of his heart in his ears.

Fang Zhou looked down at the turbulent molten lava below, it seemed as if some catastrophic beast was awakening.

His scalp tingled, what kind of bigshot is this, does the entrance have to be so majestic and domineering?

Could it be that it’s going to come out and shout, ’I am the great cataclysm’?

Wu Lin was already terrified and holding onto Fang Zhou tightly, his whole body shaking uncontrollably, teeth chattering, unable to utter a single word.

This time, without Wu Lin’s reminder, Fang Zhou knew if he didn’t run he would definitely lose his life, he endured this strong palpitating feeling, flying towards the Gourd Kids.

The Gourd Kids had already been scared to the ground by the fear coming from underneath the molten lava, compared to Fang Zhou, these monsters knew better what this bone-deep terror meant.

Fang Zhou, without saying a word, swept all the Gourd Kids into the gourd and then flew upwards at the fastest speed.

Xiao Yan, left above by Fang Zhou, had quietly started to absorb the Soul-devouring Netherworld Fire on the Law-breaking Talisman, but the palpitating feeling coming from the bottom of the volcanic pit caused her body to begin shaking uncontrollably.

She wanted to stand up, but the Spiritual Energy within her was already chaotic, her shaking limbs unable to exert any strength.

Xiao Yan experienced the heart-pounding feeling of falling again, but this time it was far beyond the previous, as if a heavy rock weighed upon her chest, each heartbeat bringing pain.

Then Fang Zhou descended from the sky once more, reached out to hold her, flying towards the edge of the volcano at the fastest speed.

Although his former fiancée might misunderstand him, he was a kind and honest person who couldn’t just watch someone die.

The iron chains around the volcanic pit suddenly tightened, emitting a creaky, awkward sound, as if they might break at any moment.

Fang Zhou looked down and saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

In the churning molten lava, a giant claw reached out.

Each finger of this giant claw was thicker than an adult, with black claws and blood-red scales, and the molten lava slid off the smooth scales like water.

The giant claw grabbed the Mystic Iron rock at the bottom, the iron-like Mystic Iron rock shattered like tofu under its grip.

The moment the giant claw appeared, the entire Iron Sword Mountain seemed to tremble, the palpitating feeling multiplied tenfold, nearly causing Fang Zhou to fall off the Xuanyuan Sword.

Xiao Yan gritted her teeth and endured, while Wu Lin let out a sharp scream, both hanging onto Fang Zhou like ornaments, making it hard for him to breathe.

The Xuanyuan Sword instantly transformed into eight swords, emitting a loud sword cry, slightly dispelling the intense palpitation, suspending Fang Zhou and the two others, rapidly flying towards the volcanic crater.

The violent molten lava at the bottom finally erupted, pouring out the accumulated power of six hundred years.

...

In Taobao Mall, Ling Xiaoyue was happily counting money, with Lu Qiuling helping alongside.

Half of the small goods she collected over the last six months had been sold, and the selling price far exceeded previous years, she could say that she made quite a profit.

Having counted all the money, Ling Xiaoyue took out a yuan coin and tossed it to Lu Qiuling, "Consider it your award, no need to thank me, I’m just generous like this, mehahaha."

Lu Qiuling caught the yuan, almost with a stiff smile on her face.

She had been busy helping Ling Xiaoyue for almost two months, especially today, her feet never left the ground, not even having a sip of water.

Ling Xiaoyue went out to perform and play herself, pushed all the tasks to Lu Qiuling.

At the end of all the work, just this one little reward? You’re stingier than your disciple, aren’t you!!

Although Lu Qiuling was hugging Ling Xiaoyue’s thigh not for money, Ling Xiaoyue’s extreme stinginess nearly made Lu Qiuling spit blood.

Lu Qiuling still did not quite understand Ling Xiaoyue, if Fang Zhou were here he would be incredibly surprised, Ling Xiaoyue actually gave money voluntarily, which is rarer than the sun rising in the west.

In Ling Xiaoyue’s perception, giving Lu Qiuling money voluntarily, even just a yuan, was extraordinarily generous; surely Lu Qiuling’s devoting behavior during this period made her utterly pleased.

"By the way, where has my disciple gone?"

Ling Xiaoyue just thought of Fang Zhou after counting the money.

Lu Qiuling shook her head, previously Fang Zhou instructed her to send a message to Elder Wu Tie, who knows where he went afterward.

Ling Xiaoyue didn’t ask further, exercised her Sleeve Universe, and stored away all the money.

Lu Qiuling watched with envy, yet it was only envy. She knew well her own potential, she would probably remain at the Qi Refining Realm all her life, moreover, she preferred business over cultivation.

Ling Xiaoyue was about to send Lu Qiuling away when her expression suddenly changed, turning her head towards Iron Sword Mountain.

Lu Qiuling noticed the unusual look on Ling Xiaoyue’s face, puzzled, "Senior Ling, what’s wrong?"

Ling Xiaoyue did not answer, she grabbed Lu Qiuling’s clothes, soared into the air, crashing through the shop’s roof.

Only when they flew hundreds of meters in the air did they stop, Lu Qiuling called out in panic, not understanding Ling Xiaoyue’s intentions.

Ling Xiaoyue merely fixed her gaze upon the direction of Iron Sword Mountain, sniffing a few times.

The air was permeated with a faint sulfur smell.

"That’s right, the aura of that creature from the pit, why would it..."

She muttered to herself, suddenly swung her hand, and threw Lu Qiuling away.

"Ah—"

Lu Qiuling screamed, having not carried her Spirit Sword today.

Even if it were brought, the flying capability of the Spirit Sword required the Foundation Establishment Realm to be activated.

Lu Qiuling screamed as she was thrown straight out of Taobao Mall, only then gradually descending.

I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die!

She frantically flailed her limbs, just before she hit the ground, her body suddenly eased, dampening the impact force from the fall, and then landed with a plop.

Lu Qiuling climbed up covered in dust, filled with the relief of having survived a disaster.

Looking back at where Taobao Mall was, it was already several thousand meters away.

Lu Qiuling had been thrown onto the plain by Ling Xiaoyue.

With tears in her eyes, she shouted, "It’s just one yuan!!!"

...

After throwing out Lu Qiuling, Ling Xiaoyue hesitated for a moment, didn’t follow to escape, but began searching for Fang Zhou’s figure.

However, she decided to find it before that creature crawled out, if she couldn’t find him, let her disciple take care of himself, she had tried her best.

Below, in the plaza of the Taobao Mall, the anniversary celebration of the Heavenly Sword Sect was coming to an end.

In the plaza, over a hundred Heavenly Sword Sect disciples were singing and dancing, performing a novel dance the guests had never seen, led by Qiuqiu who had been appointed as the dance leader by Fang Zhou.

Qin Yunzhu sat at the top seat, watching the dance below with interest.

All the important guests were hosted by the three real cultivators; she had no interest in chatting with some elderly women all day long. Had the anniversary celebration not been arranged so intriguingly, she would have left long ago.

As the dance performance below was about to conclude, Qin Yunzhu’s eyebrows suddenly furrowed slightly, looking towards Iron Sword Mountain.

The next moment, Iron Sword Mountain trembled slightly, countless flames spurted out of the mountain mouth, illuminating the entire sky bright.