The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 46 - : 46. The best strategy is to retreat.

Chapter 46: 46. The best strategy is to retreat.

The little girl, under Fang Zhou’s Illusion Technique, fell into a daze, and Fang Zhou’s sword had already reached her chest.

The next moment, the small gourd hanging from her waist suddenly flew up by itself, blocking the Evil Slaying Sword.

With a clang, Fang Zhou felt as if he had stabbed his sword into steel with all his might; the entire Evil Slaying Sword trembled, and the force of the rebound left his entire arm numb.

The little gourd merely shook slightly, without even a white mark left on it.

The little girl’s eyes quickly cleared up; it took merely a second for her to recover from the illusion technique, showing a high level of spiritual resistance.

Her little face immediately turned gloomy, and she raised her right hand, from which a vine shot out of her palm, over ten feet long.

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The little girl, holding the vine, swung it down, bringing a whooshing sound with it.

Fang Zhou hastily dodged, and the vine struck the ground with a bang, directly cracking the thick floor and creating a ten-foot-long deep pit.

Fang Zhou quickly retreated backward, and as the little girl waved, the vine chased after him like a long whip.

Fang Zhou hurriedly bent over; the vine flew over his head and snapped a column in front of the room in half.

By the time the little girl withdrew the vine, Fang Zhou had already jumped out of her attack range.

Looking at the column—which was thicker than a thigh—Fang Zhou couldn’t help but swallow.

This little demon was so adorable on the outside but so ruthless in attack, truly terrifying.

“I’m so pissed, why didn’t you fall for it?!”

The little girl, as irritable as a child denied pocket money, wielded the vine wildly, creating one deep pit after another on the ground.

Fang Zhou slowly backed away, preparing to escape.

Suddenly, the little girl tossed the vine aside, picked up the little gourd, and pouted at Fang Zhou, “You’re no fun at all, go die.”

Fang Zhou suddenly felt a strong suction force pulling at his body, and he was greatly alarmed, quickly summoning Hu Lai’s left hand to grasp a nearby column.

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The suction force grew stronger, pulling Fang Zhou off his feet; if not for Hu Lai’s left hand holding him, he would have been sucked in.

Seeing Fang Zhou immobilized, the little girl seemed to think of something fun to do. She smiled, raised her right hand, and another vine shot out of her palm.

She held the gourd in one hand and the vine in the other, lashing towards Fang Zhou.

This scene made Fang Zhou’s scalp tingle; this whip would likely send him back home to raise pigs, just like the elder sister from the White Tiger Sect.

He hurriedly raised his hand and released the Fireball Technique towards the little girl.

The fireball that shot out was sucked into the gourd, and in an instant of touching the mouth of the gourd, it exploded, turning into a large ball of flame.

The little girl was scared into falling to the ground, but the flames hadn’t harmed her—they all got absorbed by the gourd.

However, Fang Zhou took this opportunity to break free and hurriedly got up and ran towards the courtyard wall.

When fleeing is the best plan, wait until I grow stronger before I come back to settle the score with you!

Seeing Fang Zhou running, the little girl hurriedly picked up the gourd and aimed it at him.

But Fang Zhou wasn’t slow to escape; he reached the wall, Hu Lai’s left hand grabbed it, and with a leap, he was light as a swallow and quickly jumped over the wall and disappeared.

The little girl’s gourd couldn’t suck up Fang Zhou who had jumped over the wall, and she resentfully got up and chased after him.

After jumping over the wall, Fang Zhou chose a direction and fled. Not long after, he heard a loud bang behind him.

He looked back to see a hole in the wall, and the little girl had chased out through it.

“Don’t run!”

The little girl, seeing Fang Zhou dashing away quickly, chased after him with fierce momentum.

Fang Zhou felt a tingling on his scalp and ran even faster.

The architecture of this place remained undamaged by tree roots, and its layout was as complex as a maze; Fang Zhou zigzagged randomly, intending to shake off the little girl.

However, he forgot that this place had an effect similar to a ghost hitting a wall; he ended up running in circles within a small area.

The little girl was very familiar with the environment. No matter how Fang Zhou ran, he couldn’t shake her off, and the distance between them was getting shorter.

Fang Zhou became anxious, unable to fight or escape. How was he supposed to handle this?

He rushed headlong into the chaos and finally burst into a cul-de-sac. Just as he was about to turn back, the sound of the little girl’s quick footsteps was already close.

Fang Zhou broke into a cold sweat, hurriedly thinking of a plan. The walls on both sides were too high to climb in a hurry, and the place was too empty for him to hide.

The sound of the little girl running was getting closer.

Just then, a hole suddenly appeared in the ground by the wall, and a head popped out, saying to Fang Zhou, “This way, this way!”

Nervously, Fang Zhou instinctively thrust his sword forward, startling the person, who froze completely.

Luckily, Fang Zhou stopped in time, with his sword tip less than an inch from the person’s face.

The person came to their senses, hurriedly ducked back into the hole, and Fang Zhou followed by jumping in after him.

Only after jumping down did Fang Zhou realize that below was a tunnel, the entrance of which was covered by a large wooden board glued to a few floorboards, which made it indistinguishable from above once closed.

The person waited for Fang Zhou to jump down, then struggled to shut the wooden board and whispered to Fang Zhou, “Follow me.”

Fang Zhou didn’t smell the scent of fresh grass on the person, only the scent of not having bathed for a long time, but he still remained vigilant as he followed the person into the tunnel.

Above ground, the little girl jumped to the entrance of the cul-de-sac and laughed loudly, “Found you! Hey, where are you?”

The cul-de-sac was empty, not a person in sight.

The little girl showed a perplexed expression, then her mouth twisted in irritation, and she turned and left.

In the tunnel, Fang Zhou had to bend over to follow the person. After a long walk, they arrived in an underground room.

The underground room wasn’t spacious and had few items, with a bed in one corner; it seemed to be the person’s living space.

After entering the underground room, the person sighed in relief, fumbled for a flint, lit a lamp, revealing a delicate face.

It was a young woman dressed like a scholar.

From her clumsy behavior, she seemed not to have practiced cultivation or was at a very low level, but Fang Zhou still maintained his vigilance and distance.

The woman looked at Fang Zhou and asked in puzzlement, “Why are you standing so far away?”

Fang Zhou was blunt. “For safety.”

This place, the old site of Lanruo Temple, was perilous. Suddenly encountering a weak scholar seemed entirely abnormal.

The woman seemed to misunderstand, then laughed, saying, “Young man, there’s no need to be afraid, I won’t force you to do anything.”

The term “young man” in this world was equivalent to “miss” in Fang Zhou’s former life, a term favored by pretentious literati.

Fang Zhou’s face darkened after hearing this. I could beat ten of you, with your puny arms and legs, who really has the upper hand if we actually fought?

He said irritably, “Who are you?”

The woman adjusted her clothes, then performed a saluting gesture, saying, “My name is Ning Caichen.”