The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 44 - : 44. Illusion Technique with Colors

Chapter 44: 44. Illusion Technique with Colors

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“Ladies, split up and run!”

The head sister of White Tiger Sect clutched her chest wound and shouted loudly. The other three women immediately fled in different directions, decisively and succinctly, clearly not their first time being beaten into a panicked escape.

Ordinary people faced with this situation would probably pause, not knowing which one to chase.

But Fang Zhou had a clear target, relentlessly pursuing the head sister of White Tiger Sect. This woman was the first to tease him, and she was also the first to pick a fight last night, so Fang Zhou had the deepest impression of her, and his hatred value for her was the highest.

Seeing Fang Zhou catching up, the head sister of White Tiger Sect’s scalp tingled with fear: “Why are you chasing me?”

Out of four people, why only chase her? Could it be because her charm was the greatest?

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Being relentlessly pursued by a handsome young man, in her panic, the head sister couldn’t help feeling a bit thrilled.

Fang Zhou sneered: “Because I need a quick sugar fix, psh, because you’re the ugliest, I most want to beat you!”

Hearing such heartless words from Fang Zhou, the head sister was instantly heartbroken, but her feet moved even faster, resenting her parents for not giving her an extra pair of legs.

It must be said that while the fighting ability of this White Tiger Sect head sister was nothing impressive, her skill in running away was not bad at all. Fang Zhou couldn’t catch up to her for a moment and could only throw an Illusion Technique at her.

The head sister of White Tiger Sect was hit by the Illusion Technique and immediately stopped running, standing dumbfounded on the spot.

Fang Zhou caught up and saw the head sister break into a lascivious smile, saying, “Turns out you’re a harsh-tongued, kind-hearted guy, only chasing big sister because you want to spend a spring night with me, you little flirt. Big sister will satisfy you.”

While speaking, she even started to undress, intending to have a moment of indulgence in this dilapidated temple.

Fang Zhou felt his scalp tingle. He always thought that those affected by illusions were full of dirty thoughts, wanting to indulge in lewd acts whenever under an illusion.

But recently, he had a new idea: perhaps it was the illusion itself that prompted those affected to act so lewdly since they were seeing nothing but adult-rated illusions.

Now the head sister of White Tiger Sect confirmed his thought; the Illusion Technique awarded by his system indeed had a problem—the people affected by it were practically acting out an adult film.

This shouldn’t simply be called an Illusion Technique; it should be called an AV Illusion Technique.

While the head sister of White Tiger Sect was still stripping herself, Fang Zhou kicked her over, snapping her out of the illusion.

Sitting on the ground, she looked around disorientedly until Fang Zhou swung his sword at her. She screamed in fright and hurriedly raised half a Ghost Head Blade to block.

With a crisp sound, the sturdy Ghost Head Blade was chopped into two pieces.

The head sister threw the blade away, thinking it’s not worth antagonizing someone upfront; she immediately knelt before Fang Zhou, “Hero, please spare my life, I’m just a nameless nobody, not worth dirtying your treasure sword.”

Fang Zhou kicked the Ghost Head Blade on the ground: “Other cultivators use treasure swords, treasure blades, stylish and imposing, but you use a Ghost Head Blade. No wonder you’re just a nameless extra who doesn’t even deserve a name. So LOW, what are you cultivating for? Let me send you back to your hometown to raise pigs.”

The head sister wanted to say that she did have a name, but you never asked.

She didn’t understand the meaning behind Fang Zhou’s words, but sending her back home was clear enough and she trembled with fear, tears and snot flowing as she rushed forward to cling to Fang Zhou’s leg.

Fang Zhou contemptuously kicked her away and suddenly felt a chill on his back. He hastily swung his sword backwards.

This time, he didn’t miss; a vague shadow of a man was struck by the Evil Slaying Sword, emitting a barely audible scream as it completely dissipated into nothingness.

Cold sweat broke out on Fang Zhou’s forehead; had his reaction not been prompt, that shadowy figure would have pounced on his back.

And the surrounding area, unbeknownst when, was filled with a thick white fog that enshrouded the entire Lanruo Temple. The night sky and tall trees were obscured by the fog, only the seven-colored rosy clouds shone through chasms in the mist, hazy and dreamlike.

Just a moment ago, this white fog hadn’t been there—at the blink of an eye, it appeared.

Even Han Li hadn’t caught up, without a trace. Fang Zhou called out behind him but received no response.

Taking advantage of Fang Zhou’s inattention, the head sister quietly got up and dashed into the white fog.

Fang Zhou heard the noise and hastily pursued, but he immediately lost sight of the head sister. Surrounded by the white fog, he could no longer distinguish the directions.

The next moment, Fang Zhou heard his elder sister’s scream.

He hurriedly followed the direction of the scream and hadn’t run far before he saw the elder sister of the White Tiger Sect facedown on the ground, limbs trembling nonstop.

A man’s ghostly apparition clung tightly to her back.

Fang Zhou dashed forward in a flash, thrusting his sword into the apparition.

The apparition let out a faint scream as if it were there and then dissipated.

The Evil Slaying Sword that Fang Zhou had obtained from a draw could harm the Evil Spirit’s ethereal body, and now it finally came into play.

After the apparition vanished, Fang Zhou checked on the elder sister of the White Tiger Sect and saw her complexion turn cyanotic, her eyes rolled back, breath gone.

There were ten deep finger marks on her neck; she had been strangled to death.

Fang Zhou’s expression was solemn; this person was still lively and jumping despite the sword wound, yet in a blink of an eye, she was strangled to death by a ghostly shadow without any chance to resist.

If he hadn’t had the Evil Slaying Sword, he really wouldn’t have known how to cope.

“Next life when you reincarnate, remember it’s fine to pick up any weapon, just not the Ghost Head Blade. It’s the exclusive of the expendable characters, with a built-in BUFF that ensures an early exit,” Fang Zhou muttered to the dead body of the elder sister of the White Tiger Sect, then focused his attention and cautiously moved forward through the fog.

Previously, even with the giant trees as reference points, he was still lost; now, without the sight of giant trees, Fang Zhou could only rely on himself to find a way out of this vast, white fog.

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Meanwhile, Han Li also got lost.

She watched helplessly as the fog suddenly appeared, cutting off the distance between her and Fang Zhou.

After Han Li rushed over, she could no longer find Fang Zhou. No matter how loudly she called out, there was no response.

The distance between the two was clearly no more than ten meters, yet in such a short space, contact was completely lost, evidently due to the white fog that had suddenly sprung up.

Han Li became immediately alert; although she was only at the Qi Refining Realm, she had encountered no shortage of dangerous situations and had a natural keen intuition for danger, which helped her avoid peril.

This intuition was now sounding alarm bells like mad, warning her of the danger of this white fog.

Han Li clenched her longsword and moved slowly forward, eyes and ears open in all directions, any rustling could make her carefully observe for a long time.

After walking like this for who knows how long, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her, standing still with its back to Han Li.

Han Li silently approached from the side, getting within ten feet before realizing that this person was one of those loose cultivators.

“Senior, are you alright?”

Han Li tried calling out, but there was no response.

She picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the person, while preparing to flee.

The stone hit the person’s back, causing their body to sway, then fall backward, lying on the ground like a dead body.

Han Li slowly walked over and found the person had indeed become a corpse, face sallow and eyes rolled back, with ten clear finger marks on the neck.

“Strangled to death?”

Han Li muttered, feeling as though her neck was getting cold.

No, it was really cold; a pair of icy hands was approaching her neck.

By the time she realized this in her mind, those icy hands had already grasped her throat, and a ghostly shadow clung tightly to her back.