Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 90 - . Can’t afford to fix your goddamn MB.

Chapter 90: 90. Can’t afford to fix your goddamn MB.

The next day, Ling Xiaoyue left Yunshan City to complete her task.

Her approach was not much different from that of a lone cultivator.

What is the most important thing for a sect? Some people would say talent, and that’s somewhat true, but the most important is still money.

With money, it’s not a problem to recruit people. Tossing out a handful of coins can always fish up a person or two. Conversely, if there’re people but no money, those people will eventually leave.

Therefore, whether big or small, every sect has its foundation, which is not something else but income and industry, the essence of a sect’s establishment.

When choosing a location, every sect not only seeks places rich in spiritual energy but also those with resources, from spirit mines to spirit gardens and fields. Otherwise, the outcome will be depletion and eventual bankruptcy.

Even the smallest sect would have a medicine field to maintain basic income because cultivation isn’t about finding a place to stay put. Before fasting, one needs to eat, and after fasting, the expenses are even greater. The consumption of spirit pills, spiritual medicines, and spirit stones is almost endless, plus the costs of daily cultivation and the materials for crafting elixirs and magic treasures, enough to terrify even a Golden Core expert into excreting their Golden Core on the spot.

To put it bluntly — without money, you can’t cultivate a damn thing.

And lone cultivators, with no sect, no faction, and no income, must earn all their resources themselves. Demon extermination is only low-end work; high-end work involves taking tasks released by sects.

Many sects have matters they cannot handle openly, so they assign these tasks to lone cultivators. If successful, it just costs some money, if not, there’s no real loss.

Ling Xiaoyue’s way of survival was similar to that of lone cultivators; although she belonged to a sect, she was also on her own. Even with property, one person cannot manage it all, and still needed to earn money herself.

Thinking this way, one might slightly understand Ling Xiaoyue’s greedy nature. Her situation was not unique; wealthy individuals in the Cultivation World were rare. Most cultivators who appeared brilliant and impressive were actually very stingy.

Thinking about his probable future as a worker earning money, Fang Zhou became somewhat pessimistic about his path of cultivation.

In his previous life, he was a simple worker, and now, starting cultivation in this life, he still has to be a worker. Why is it so difficult?

With a listless spirit, Fang Zhou packed up his luggage, put on a mask, left the courtyard, found a place in Yunshan City to board his two spiritual horses, and then headed to the registration sites of Heavenly Sword Sect.

Heavenly Sword Sect had several registration points in Yunshan City, which were already overcrowded, maintained by several sect disciples.

Because there were so many people signing up for the entry trials, Heavenly Sword Sect set very strict registration criteria.

First, age; they only accept those between seven to seventeen years old. Eighteen and up was considered too old—Heavenly Sword Sect wasn’t a retirement home, of course, and wouldn’t accept such older disciples.

Under seven where the spirit hasn’t awakened, unless the talent is extraordinary, Heavenly Sword Sect wasn’t a nursery or kindergarten and wouldn’t take unruly kids.

After age comes appearance. Yes, looks—those who are too ugly or sleazy are not accepted. Handsome and beautiful can score some extra points.

Heavenly Sword Sect is a cultivation sect. The appearance of its disciples represents the face of the sect. If a bunch of unattractive disciples were accepted, it would be a laughingstock among peers.

After age and appearance, physical health and any potential hidden ailments are checked.

Finally, comes realm—the minimum standard is three years of Qi refinement for entry-level. If you have been cultivating from a young age and still only at the Qi Refining Realm at seventeen, then it’s best to go back where you came from.

After such a selection process, not many could successfully register; most are just trying their luck, with only the minority being truly eligible.

Fang Zhou patiently waited in line, and it took over two hours before his turn came.

The disciple from Heavenly Sword Sect responsible for selection was already looking tired, but perked up a little upon seeing that a man had arrived. He asked Fang Zhou to remove the mask on his face.

Fang Zhou knew he couldn’t avoid this step and honestly took off the mask, revealing his face.

The Heavenly Sword Sect disciple was invigorated, the fatigue on his face swept away as if he had drunk a cup of ice-cold spring water on a hot summer day, feeling refreshed from head to toe.

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Finally, among all the crooked melons and cracked dates, appeared someone pleasing to the eye, and quite a fine one at that, leaving her legs unable to close.

Seeing her staring at him continuously, Fang Zhou frowned, “Are we done here?”

The Heavenly Sword Sect disciple replied, “I’m done!”

Fang Zhou: (눈_눈)

Realizing she had misspoken, she quickly corrected, “Passed! This little brother…”

She wanted to ask Fang Zhou’s name, but Fang Zhou took the token he had received and turned to leave, not giving her a chance to strike up a conversation.

After successful registration, the Heavenly Sword Sect would take responsibility for transporting individuals into the mountains.

The transportation into the mountains was a ship.

Yes, it was a huge ship placed on the ground, on par with some of the cruise ships Fang Zhou had seen in his previous life.

The journey into the mountains was not via water, but through the air, and this huge ship was known as a shuttle, a famous Magic Treasure of the Heavenly Sword Sect with the Flying Ability, used to transport those participating in the trials. It was like using a cannon to kill a mosquito, but it also served as a means to show off the sect’s strength.

Fang Zhou, with the token he had received, boarded the shuttle and waited for it to take off.

The inside of the shuttle was off limits to traffic, so those participating in the trial could only wait on the deck.

When Fang Zhou arrived at the deck, there were already a lot of people gathered, roughly a thousand or more by a quick glance.

The majority were females, with only about a dozen males.

These few men were quite smart, sticking together for warmth, occupying a corner of the deck, and the other women, for the sake of their reputation, did not dare to come forward to bother them.

However, brown-nosers, those creatures who are not bound by gender, age, time, place, or space, were also gathered around these men, attempting to cozy up and gain favor through their flattery.

When Fang Zhou came up, a man was sent out to invite him over.

But Fang Zhou declined, as he didn’t want to stay with a bunch of effeminate men, and probably, due to the nickname “foot-scratching man,” these men also wouldn’t have a good impression of him.

Sure enough, seeing Fang Zhou refuse, the man returned to his group with an ugly expression, and then the bunch of effeminate men directed pointing and whispering at Fang Zhou, surely calling him names like ‘crude man’ or ‘green tea d**k’.

Fang Zhou didn’t care for the opinion of a bunch of effeminate men, what troubled him was that the looks the women on the deck were giving him were also starting to change.

Even though he had his face covered up tightly with a mask, things like stature and temperament couldn’t be hidden, and with the “foot-scratching man” nickname as a bonus, Fang Zhou, to these women, seemed increasingly appealing, exuding a charming aura.

Those solid shoulders, that firm waist, those straight legs, those eyes devoid of emotion.

Many women, looking at Fang Zhou’s body, couldn’t help but exclaim in their hearts—OMG!!

Fang Zhou, unable to bear being gazed at with so many blatant looks, could only stroll to the tail end of the deck on the shuttle, where there were fewer people.

However, upon arriving, he immediately encountered someone familiar.

“Young Master?!”

Chu Yunfei and Li Yunlong looked at Fang Zhou with a face full of surprise.