The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy
Chapter 335. Fang’s sow, quarantine passed

Chapter 335: 335. Fang’s sow, quarantine passed

In the depths of existence, there seemed to be a mythical beast named Soul Eater, its gaze penetrating myriad worlds, landing on Fang Zhou, sending a shiver down his spine, compelling him to hastily dismiss the wicked thoughts from his mind.

This might have been an illusion, but the honest and kind-hearted Fang Zhou ultimately didn’t fall into the dark path of a pile driver.

His punishment towards Xuan Ling was healthy and constructive, with a warning and positive significance, worthy of learning and imitation.

"What are you doing, stop it!!"

Xuan Ling screamed, unaware of what Fang Zhou was doing, only feeling a sudden, searing pain on both sides of her buttocks as if they were on fire.

"Endure it for just a bit, it will be over soon."

Fang Zhou coaxed while continuously scribbling and drawing on Xuan Ling’s buttocks.

Xuan Ling couldn’t stop screaming, preventing Fang Zhou from focusing on his creation, forcing him to stuff a cloth into her mouth.

"Mmm mmm!!"

Xuan Ling could only glare angrily at Fang Zhou.

Soon, Fang Zhou finished, stepping back to admire his work.

On Xuan Ling’s buttocks, he had written eight characters. On the left was "Fang’s Sow" and on the right "Quarantine Approved" with a drawing of a little pink Peppa Pig below.

These words infused by Fang Zhou with Innate True Qi would never come off unless Xuan Ling reached the Innate level herself.

After appreciating it, Fang Zhou even turned Xuan Ling around, positioning her buttocks towards the Image Keeping Stone, clearly capturing the moment.

Xuan Ling also realized what Fang Zhou had done to her buttocks, her eyes widened fiercely, and her cloth-stuffed mouth mumbled relentlessly, surely unkind words.

Fang Zhou removed the cloth from her mouth, which indeed unleashed a torrent of curses, but given her decent upbringing, she couldn’t utter truly vile words, repeatedly calling him scum, degenerate, wretch.

"Shut up!"

Fang Zhou said impatiently.

Xuan Ling continued cursing unstopped.

Fang Zhou simply took off his shoe, aiming it at her babbling mouth.

Xuan Ling immediately shut her mouth tightly, glaring at Fang Zhou, wanting to gobble him up on the spot.

Fang Zhou pinched her puffed-up cheek, smiling, "I wrote a few words on your butt. As long as you don’t mess with me, these words will gradually fade away."

Xuan Ling stubbornly glared at Fang Zhou, tears rolling from her eyes.

She, the Great Goddess of Text—Xuan Ling, slaying enemies endlessly in novels, building a grand harem.

In the Heavenly Sword Sect, she was also a revered and prominent True Disciple.

Never did she imagine that one day a man would write on her buttocks. Such humiliation made life feel meaningless as if she’d rather slam into a piece of tofu and end it all.

Of course, before dying, she must drag this bastard in front of her to the grave!

Fang Zhou kneaded her puffed-up cheeks as if it were dough while threatening, "If you dare to provoke me again, I’ll play this image on repeat in the Heavenly Sword Sect for three days and nights, showing everyone how their esteemed Sister Xuan Ling got her special out-mark engraving from me. Want to experience what it’s like to be an internet celebrity?"

Just thinking about that scene sent a shiver through Xuan Ling, making her tremble uncontrollably. If that really happened, she’d have no face left to stay in the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Is this man a devil, coming up with such wicked means!

Xuan Ling realized that Yu Qing was not her lifelong rival; the man before her was truly her lifelong nemesis.

"Alright, don’t look at me with those angry, humiliated eyes."

Fang Zhou patted her cheek, laughing, "Don’t make it seem like I did something overly excessive to you."

Xuan Ling nearly gritted her teeth to dust, veins popping on her forehead, "You wrote on my buttocks, and you say you didn’t do anything excessive?"

"What else? As long as you put on your pants, who would know there are words on your buttocks?"

Fang Zhou remarked unpleasantly, "Compared to this, I’m often provoked by your foul mouth, suffering severe mental impact and harm, making me too angry to sleep at night. Just look at the circles under my eyes. Considering what you did to me, I’m already very restrained not hanging you up for a beating. What more do you want?"

Xuan Ling was dumbfounded. She had never seen someone so shameless, with a face thicker than the Mountain Protection Array of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Fang Zhou refrained from further provoking Xuan Ling to prevent over-stimulating her, causing her to spiral out, willingly becoming the Heavenly Sword Sect’s internet celebrity, which wouldn’t be fun.

Xuan Ling’s butt was already swollen from Fang Zhou’s beating; he even carefully applied ointment to it.

While applying, he said, "See how nice I am to you, healing your injuries without holding grudges. Why don’t you have a grateful heart? Once outside, we’ll coexist peacefully. As long as you don’t provoke me, the words on your buttocks will gradually vanish. It’ll turn back to being a smooth, shiny, and healthy buttock..."

Xuan Ling bit her teeth hard, suppressing the urge to curse, internally telling herself to treat him like a fart, just survive this ordeal first.

Fang Zhou finished applying the ointment, dressed Xuan Ling, then dragged her in front of the Image Keeping Stone, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, smiling warmly making a V sign towards the Image Keeping Stone for a final memento.

He turned his head and said to the expressionless Xuan Ling, "Don’t keep such a stern face, come on, smile, to celebrate our peaceful coexistence."

Xuan Ling still kept a sour face; there’s no way she could smile in this situation.

Fang Zhou’s voice suddenly changed, "Not giving face, huh?"

Xuan Ling, holding back tears, slowly tugged her lips into a smile, showing a skin-deep fake smile.

Fang Zhou was still somewhat dissatisfied, ultimately using the gourd space privilege to personally style a new expression for Xuan Ling—making a double V sign, sticking out her tongue, and rolling her eyes white.

The Image Keeping Stone recorded this invaluable moment.

...

In a remote room within the Imperial Palace.

Fang Zhou came out of the gourd first, then pulled Xuan Ling out of the gourd.

Returning to this familiar world, Xuan Ling felt a sense of regained freedom.

Everything experienced inside the gourd felt like a nightmare, something she didn’t want to recall at all.

Yet the faint stinging on her buttocks served as a reminder that none of it was a dream.

Xuan Ling turned back to give Fang Zhou a deep look, this man with an angelic face but devilish heart.

She said nothing, holding her buttocks with both hands as she left.

Watching Xuan Ling’s departing figure, Fang Zhou couldn’t help sighing.

A dog that bites doesn’t bark. If Xuan Ling had come out talking tough, it would mean she didn’t care much, just saving face.

Leaving without a word meant she etched this matter deep in her heart, no longer caring about face at all.

That last deep look, it was almost like a vow of revenge.

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