The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 49 - : 49. The style of painting suddenly became wrong.

Chapter 49: 49. The style of painting suddenly became wrong.

Fang Zhou felt that he had suffered from a lack of experience.

Just when he thought the world couldn’t get any lower, it turned out to go even lower.

He had been eagerly waiting to see the Wang Zuxian version of Nie Xiaoqian, but instead, he ended up seeing the Yan Chixia version, which was like riding a roller coaster in terms of the drop in expectations and was just too much to handle.

When Fang Zhou was dumbfounded, Ning Caichen and Yan Chixia were still intimately hugging each other, with Yan Chixia’s head buried in Ning Caichen’s chest, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

No, it was Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian hugging intimately, but this picture was not romantic at all; in fact, it was quite an eyesore.

Fang Zhou wondered if the Tree Demon buried in the ground had buried itself stupid. You want to imprison a male ghost to lure people, you should at least find some better-looking ghosts, aren’t you afraid that releasing this kind of bearded man will affect business performance?

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Wait, didn’t this bearded man lure Ning Caichen, the fool, here? Really unbelievable.

“Right, Xiaoqian, let me introduce you to someone.”

It was only then that Ning Caichen remembered that Fang Zhou was still there, and hurriedly pulled Nie Xiaoqian over: “This Immortal… uh…”

She just remembered that she hadn’t asked for Fang Zhou’s name.

Fang Zhou took the initiative to say, “My surname is Fang.”

Nie Xiaoqian looked at Fang Zhou curiously and bowed gracefully: “I’ve seen Fang Immortal.”

Nie Xiaoqian’s movements were very elegant, her voice was neither fast nor slow, clearly well-educated in her former life, perhaps from a prominent family.

But a man with a full beard making a graceful bow, speaking in a soft and delicate voice, all the while staring with a pair of curious big eyes, made Fang Zhou feel like he was going to crack.

This Nie Xiaoqian, if she changed into a costume, could effortlessly play Zhang Fei, and it wouldn’t be surprising if he suddenly blurted out “Me too.”

Fang Zhou hesitatingly asked, “Are you Yan Chixia?”

Nie Xiaoqian shook her head: “My name is Nie Xiaoqian.”

Fang Zhou was not convinced: “Maybe you used to be Yan Chixia and now you’ve just lost your memory and think you are Nie Xiaoqian?”

“This… Fang Immortal, I’m quite sure I haven’t lost my memory, and I’ve met Hero Yan before, we’re not the same person, she’s a woman!”

Nie Xiaoqian felt wronged, she was a decent young man, how could she be the vulgar and boorish woman like Yan Chixia.

After saying this, she looked at Ning Caichen with an inquiring gaze, what’s up with this Fang Immortal?

Ning Caichen also had a puzzled look because she couldn’t figure out what Fang Zhou was up to either.

Fang Zhou sighed deeply, having to face reality.

The bearded man in front of him was truly not Yan Chixia, but Nie Xiaoqian.

Fang Zhou looked at Ning Caichen with resentment: “Didn’t you say that your love with Nie Xiaoqian was frowned upon by the secular world?”

Ning Caichen nodded: “That’s right, Xiaoqian is a ghost and I’m human, of course, it goes against the secular world, but I don’t care.”

“Damn, so you were talking about human ghosts, I seriously thought you meant the same sex.”

“Now, it’s not just about human ghosts, any humanoid, any creature, even paper-cut figures can be a wife. You’ve found a hubby you can touch and climb on, what’s there to complain about? Care to share with this lone dog?”

Fang Zhou looked like he had just taken a hit, making the atmosphere awkward for a moment.

Ning Caichen hurriedly changed the subject: “Perhaps Fang Immortal can help Nie Xiaoqian retrieve your ashes urn.”

Fang Zhou showed a wry smile. He hadn’t even agreed yet, and here Ning Caichen was, blurting it out in haste.

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Nie Xiaoqian clearly knew Ning Caichen’s plan all along, and said to Fang Zhou: “My ashes urn is at the root of the Tree Demon, which is extremely dangerous, guarded by demons under the Tree Demon. If the Immortal isn’t fully confident, please consider the long-term plan and avoid risking it.”

Fang Zhou immediately had a better impression of Nie Xiaoqian.

Listen to this, Nie Xiaoqian might be a ghost, but at least she talks sense, immediately advising against taking risks. Yet Ning Caichen, a living person, only spouts nonsense, pushing me into danger; do we have a grudge or something?

If it were moments earlier, Fang Zhou might have just agreed, but now that Ling Xiaoyue had begun fighting the Tree Demon, Fang Zhou felt this was an opportunity not to be missed.

Retrieving the ashes urn was one thing, but the main goal was to complete his own mission, or else his life might not be spared.

Fang Zhou asked Nie Xiaoqian: “Whether I’m certain is one thing, but are you very familiar with this Lanruo Temple?”

Nie Xiaoqian nodded: “I’ve been trapped in this Lanruo Temple for decades, I’m very familiar with every grass and tree here, I could navigate it with my eyes closed.”

Fang Zhou felt encouraged, it was good that she was familiar with things. He quickly said: “Then tell me everything you know for a start, like the situation with the Tree Demon, the characteristics and number of the demons, the pathways leading to the roots of the Tree Demon, as well as its weaknesses, and focus on the important details.”

Since there was so much to tell, Nie Xiaoqian had to organize her thoughts first before starting from the beginning.

Nie Xiaoqian was the daughter of a high official from the previous dynasty. She succumbed to an incurable disease and after death, was buried in the Immortal’s Tomb, a place of excellent feng shui.

Due to the special feng shui of the Immortal’s Tomb, her soul gathered but did not disperse, turning into a consciousness-less wandering ghost.

When she became aware again, she found that the once feng shui treasure, Immortal’s Tomb, had become Wild Tomb Ridge, and the once-famous Lanruo Temple was now in ruins and abandoned, with a Tree Demon that had cultivated its spirit emerging in the temple.

The now-conscious Nie Xiaoqian was imprisoned by the Tree Demon, only able to lure travelers to provide Innate Yin Yang Qi and Blood Food for the Tree Demon.

Gradually, Wild Tomb Ridge became deserted, with very few daring to venture this way.

Years passed, and a group of foreign Monks moved into Lanruo Temple’s annex. Nie Xiaoqian, out of curiosity, had spied on them. The Monks were very peculiar, and the Tree Demon strictly ordered not to lure or harm the Monks.

At that time, Nie Xiaoqian realized that the Monks might be in league with the Tree Demon.

And sure enough, every so often, some people would move into Lanruo Temple’s annex, and then they, the ghosts, would be sent to lure them over.

Moreover, the people who came were no longer ordinary; they gradually all became Cultivators. Ning Caichen was the last ordinary person Nie Xiaoqian ‘lured’; afterwards, those Cultivators didn’t need ghosts to lure them, they would come to Lanruo Temple on their own, and then all would die there, their bodies dragged away by the roots of the Tree Demon.

Regarding the specifics about the Tree Demon, Nie Xiaoqian didn’t know much. She didn’t know the origin, species, or level of the Tree Demon, just that the demons under it called the Tree Demon ‘Granny’, and the ones managing and driving these ghosts were the Seven Mysterious Yin Gods under the Tree Demon.

Although they were called Yin Gods, they were actually seven gourd fruits that the Tree Demon had nurtured and which cultivated into spirits. Nie Xiaoqian was quite clear about the abilities of these seven Gourd Demons.

The first gourd had immense strength and could turn into a giant, the second gourd had thousand-mile eyes and Sharp-Hearing Ear, the third gourd was Copper Head and Iron Arm, impervious to swords and spears, the fourth gourd could control fire and spit thunder, the fifth gourd could control water and spit lightning, the sixth gourd had the powers of Invisibility and wall-penetrating, and the seventh gourd carried a magical gourd that could absorb and refine all things.

Besides these seven gourds, it was said there was an eighth one, pure white, possessing the abilities of the previous seven gourds, but Nie Xiaoqian had never seen it.