Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 98 - . Men can hold up half the sky

Chapter 98: 98. Men can hold up half the sky

Fang Zhou was being the good guy and doing good deeds non-stop at first.

But as time went on, he felt something was amiss.

After all, he wasn’t truly there to participate in the entry-level trial, so why was he working so hard? And what if, by mistake, he outdid Xia Wenqiu and Ji Congfeng?

After all, he is now unaffected by the illusion, and could easily disguise himself as a paragon of justice with impeccable character.

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Nobody’s perfect, and the other Trialists within the illusion would definitely reveal some issues more or less, unless they could, like Fang Zhou, remain unaffected.

On this point, Fang Zhou had already beaten everyone, competing with others like he was playing with cheats—if you’re working this hard even with cheats, should the others even bother to live?

So Fang Zhou started to slack off, not being as active in his good deeds; just going through the motions was enough.

On the contrary, he started to explore the secrets of the illusion, which was a rare opportunity.

The entire range of the illusion was only about the size of a small town and Fang Zhou tried to leave this town only to be sent back promptly.

He began to make friends, observing whether the people within the illusion were different from those outside.

However, within a few days, Fang Zhou had generally grasped the situation within this small illusion, but at the same time, he discovered something that made him very uncomfortable.

This illusion is constantly filled with various injustices, such as bullying and exploiting the common folk, waiting for the Trialists to resolve them.

This is a world especially prepared for Trialists; it’s normal for there to be a higher frequency of bad deeds.

However, almost all victims of bullying are men.

That’s right, all the victims are male, while the perpetrators are female. The situation of gender discrimination is much worse than in reality.

Perhaps the creators of the illusion wanted to tap into the sympathy of Trialists, most of whom are women, by showcasing men’s vulnerability.

But through the eyes of Fang Zhou, a man, this was blatant gender discrimination; the illusion was a cruel cage oppressing men.

Men here had to serve women, take care of housework, do physical labor, as well as look after the elderly and children, and any dissidence was met with being kicked out of their homes after getting punched and kicked. It was so miserable that some didn’t even know if the child in a woman’s belly was theirs, not daring to speak up or even inquire.

After observing for several days, Fang Zhou felt heavyhearted and felt that he needed to do something for these oppressed men.

Since there was no telling how long the illusion would last, continuing to do good might mean ending up with too good of a performance; it might be better to do something he liked instead.

So Fang Zhou began to take action.

Firstly, he had to shed the title of the foot-scratching man, as he couldn’t get anything done with it.

Then, he leveraged the reputation he gained from doing good deeds, quickly earning the title of a great philanthropist and hero in the town.

Using his reputation, Fang Zhou began to build connections with some of the wealthy and influential second-generation men in the town.

These men, due to their family backgrounds, had considerable status in the town, and their plain and dull lives made them feel bored; Fang Zhou’s arrival piqued the interest of these men.

Unable to show themselves off like women, they could only learn about the outside world and interesting happenings through Fang Zhou.

At their gatherings, Fang Zhou threw an enticing proposal to this group of second-generation men—forming a male mutual aid society, where men would support and help each other.

The bored second-generation men began to enthusiastically respond to Fang Zhou’s proposal, eagerly contributing money and effort.

With the power and influence of the second generation, Fang Zhou used the wealth obtained from robbing the rich to aid the poor to navigate through connections, and within just over ten days, he formed a vast network of relationships within the city, allowing him to move unhindered based solely on his reputation.

The Men’s Mutual Aid Society was successfully established without any interference, with Fang Zhou as its first chairman.

He began to enact a series of rules and regulations, using the donations from the second generation to help the oppressed men within the city.

But this was merely a drop in the bucket. It was far from enough to change the situation of men being oppressed, and once the second generation grew tired of this game, the mutual aid society would either collapse or lose its original intent.

Fang Zhou carefully studied the highest Combat Power values within the city and a new idea suddenly sprang to mind.

Since they wanted to play something exciting, why not see it through to the end?

Thus, Fang Zhou took advantage of his network of second-generation connections and his own prestige to secretly gather many oppressed men in a tavern.

This night was the eighteenth day since Fang Zhou entered the illusion, and it was also a day worth commemorating.

Many men came to the tavern through secret channels, and soon, the tavern was bustling with over three hundred men gathered.

When Fang Zhou took to the stage, the men looked up at him with respect and fervor. All these men had been directly or indirectly helped by Fang Zhou; they regarded him as their lifesaver, the result of his continuous good deeds.

Standing on the makeshift podium, Fang Zhou looked out at the straightforward faces and eager eyes below him, took a deep breath, and began to shout.

“Fellow men, the revolution begins now!!”

The entire tavern fell silent, everyone staring at him with wide eyes.

Fang Zhou wore a solemn expression, his voice high and filled with passion.

“Ancient sages once said that all people are born equal, regardless of gender, but men’s rights have been usurped. Those women ride on our necks, lording over us and trampling on our dignity.”

“Think back, the suffering you have endured just because of your gender, your cries and pleas unanswered—should it naturally be so?”

“In the eyes of women, we men are nothing but slaves, slaves that can be humiliated at will.”

The breathing of the men in the tavern became heavy, their eyes red with anger.

These men had all been selected by Fang Zhou; they had endured humiliation from women and many could hardly go on living. It was Fang Zhou who saved them, but the hatred remained.

With a single match, Fang Zhou ignited the flames in their hearts, every one of them burning with rage.

At the edge of the crowd, a few onlooking second generation finally sensed something was off; Fang Zhou had initially claimed that he just wanted to organize a normal gathering.

The second generation had never imagined it would turn out like this; had they known, they would never have agreed to participate and help gather people.

The second generation wanted to interrupt Fang Zhou’s speech, but a dozen men who were already prepared rushed forward, pinning the second generation to the ground.

These second generation were inexperienced, knowing only to contribute money and effort; meanwhile, Fang Zhou had monopolized the financial and personnel authority. Now, the entire Men’s Mutual Aid Society listened only to him.

Fang Zhou’s speech continued.

“We might simply yearn for a life of peace and contentment, a meal to eat, but as long as this society does not change, as long as this culture of male inferiority and female superiority persists, our humble dreams can never be realized; we will forever live as slaves in humiliation.”

“Are men truly inferior to women? No, apart from facing difficulty in Cultivation, men can endure hardships and have willpower and patience. Whatever women can do, we men can do, too; men can hold up half the sky.”

“We want more than just a life of peace and contentment. We also need equality and dignity. These cannot be attained by mere prayer; we can only reclaim them through our own strength.”

“Now, please tell me loudly, are you willing to be cowards for life, or are you willing to be heroes, even if only for an instant!”