The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy

The sound of sword light smashing against armor echoed far in this silent camp and poison gas swamp.

At first, the Black Knight could still block with his shield, but when the shield was shattered by the strikes, he could only use his body to endure the baptism of sword light.

This is the outcome of losing control over the skies — being passively attacked and becoming a living target.

Finally, the Black Knight could no longer withstand such intense attacks, and his black armor was shot to pieces.

Inside the armor was a long-decayed body, broken to pieces under the sword light.

Fang Zhou withdrew the Xuanyuan Sword, and the Black Knight lay motionless on the ground, almost cut in two. A faint glow emerged from his chest.

The entire process went smoothly, but Fang Zhou felt no pride or joy, only deep concern.

The Xuanyuan Sword is extremely sharp, capable of cutting through ordinary steel, and even the steel bones of the Third Child could be easily severed. After transforming into golden sword light with the Sky Shattering Sword technique, it was even more invincible.

But now, this "invincible" quality was no longer sufficient; it couldn't cut through magically imbued weapons and armor, and the same was true with True Qi.

The destructive power needs further enhancement, or else it will become useless.

Fang Zhou took out a gourd and absorbed the glow into it.

The Night Mouse had already conscientiously gathered many dry branches, throwing them into the fire basin on the fire stone platform.

Fang Zhou ignited the branches with Spiritual Energy, quickly melting and lighting the solid black oil in the fire basin. Fierce flames and black smoke rose into the air, forming a black smoke column.

The Night Mouse stared fixedly at the burning campfire. In this decaying world, it had finally greeted the flames once more.

Alas, it was just ordinary fire.

The Night Mouse, nearly evolved into a nocturnal creature, had a slight fear of the flames, but felt even more drawn to them.

"Let's go!"

Fang Zhou called to the Night Mouse; there were still two more camps to deal with.

The black oil in the fire basin wouldn't last long, so the remaining two camps needed to be dealt with swiftly.

The Night Mouse frequently looked back, reluctantly following Fang Zhou as they left.

Seeing the Night Mouse's demeanor, Fang Zhou couldn't help but laugh: "What's so interesting about ordinary fire? When you die, I can give you a grand cremation, and you can personally experience the embrace of flames."

Night Mouse: (?￣△￣)?

Save the cremation for yourself.

With the experience gained, dealing with the remaining two camps was much easier. Fang Zhou relied on the abundant supply of Spiritual Energy, using substitutes and sword light to make a steady advance.

When the campfires of all three camps were ignited, the gates of Fran Fortress finally opened with a rumble.

Fang Zhou and the Night Mouse snuck through the gates like thieves.

There, everywhere surrounding them were anti-aircraft guns that Fang Zhou deeply despised, preventing him from flying recklessly lest he be shot down.

Fran Fortress is a combination of a military fortress and a city. In peacetime, it's a city; in wartime, it's a military fortress.

So when Fang Zhou entered, he could see a mix of military facilities and civilian residences.

The architectural style within the fortress was quite different from Lorric City, as they were products of completely different distant nations, forcibly transplanted to Black Soul Mountain by the sages of this world.

Once inside the fortress, their target was clear: the surveillance hall at the center of the fortress where the other half of the Black Broken Sword might be lying.

However, the hall's door was also sealed. To open it, they needed to locate five members of the guard team wandering within the fortress.

These guard members each carried a key, which together would unlock the sealed hall.

When Fang Zhou first heard about this hassle, he couldn't help but grumble internally, leaving such important things to a few guards roaming around? It's clearly adding difficulty on purpose.

He asked the Night Mouse, "Isn't there any shortcut to get into that Guardian Hall? Like a window or vent?"

The Night Mouse shook its head, denying Fang Zhou's naive idea: "No, the surveillance hall is completely sealed with only the main entrance as the way in or out."

Fang Zhou looked up at the fortress, though smaller than Lorric City, it wasn't exactly small.

The Night Mouse thought Fang Zhou was worried about not finding the guards and reassured, "Don't worry; those five guards wander near the hall. You can find them easily."

"Well, the area isn't small either, let's go."

At this point, they could only rely on the Night Mouse again to function as a guide, aiming for discretion, avoiding wandering monsters along the way.

The three Black Knights outside, elite monsters guarding the camps, were common soldiers here, seen everywhere.

The thought of a swarm of steel turtles charging toward him made Fang Zhou's scalp tingle.

Besides the Black Knights, there are Gulu Beasts with bulbous horns on their heads, three meters tall, with Dark Ghosts wrapped in tattered cloth and armor. Each one looks formidable.

The Night Mouse knew even better the terrors of these things, so it acted more cautiously, carefully avoiding monsters, waiting for them to wander away if avoidance was impossible.

Thus, with stops and starts, they finally reached the surveillance hall the Night Mouse had mentioned after spending most of the day.

From the outside, it was a rather unremarkable building aside from its height. The strange thing was that the entire structure was seamless, confirming there wasn't even a window.

The only entrance was sealed by two heavy iron doors.

A fully armored monster was patrolling around the hall, resembling a Black Knight but taller and more robust, like a Headless Knight without a head.

"What luck!"

The Night Mouse pointed at the headless monster: "That is one of the guard team members."

Fang Zhou was about to take action, but the Night Mouse pulled him back: "Don't make too much noise; otherwise, if other monsters come, we won't be able to escape."

This was certainly a problem!

Fang Zhou had noticed the monsters on the way here; they all looked challenging and were numerous.

He stroked his chin in thought, gazing at the monster pacing outside the hall, his eyes suddenly lit up as a brilliant idea struck him.

Fang Zhou clapped a hand on the Night Mouse's shoulder, smiling: "I can quickly deal with this monster, but I need you to lend me your Clothes of the Dead for a bit."

The Night Mouse instinctively clutched its cloak: "What do you plan to do with it? Don't act recklessly; if you're thinking of sneaking in wearing my clothes, forget it. These guards are incredibly resilient, alive even without heads. If you ambush them, they will call for help."

Fang Zhou understood the Night Mouse's worry. He reassured it: "Don't worry, I won't do anything reckless, just borrow your clothes for a try."

"I'd rather not; what if something goes wrong?"

"Trust me, nothing will go wrong."

Fang Zhou grabbed the Night Mouse's clothes with a menacing face: "Hurry and take it off!"

The Night Mouse held onto its clothes tightly, shrieking like a girl encountering a pervert: "No, don't!"