Pigeon Slayer

Fang Zhou transmigrated into the immortal cultivation world, and the first thing he did was personally cancel his engagement.
As a straightforward and macho man, he decided to cancel the engagement to a beautiful girl with a great figure.
In this world where men were inferior and women were esteemed, the righteous were women, the villains were women, the cultivators were women, and even the gods who created the heavens and earth were women.
Female warriors robbed the rich to help the poor and explored the world with their swords. Men, on the other hand, had to be cautious when going out so that they could protect themselves, lest they be robbed of their wealth and dignity, leaving them with nothing.
Transmigrating into such a world, Fang Zhou, a handsome man who was desired wherever he went, felt immense pressure. Girls wanted to play with him and even tried to capture him and take him home.
For the sake of his own life, Fang Zhou had no choice but to fight against women to the end.
"Get lost, you annoying woman! Don't disturb my cultivation!"

Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation

Fang Zhou had made up his mind to teach Ling Xiaoyue a lesson, lest she always disappear at crucial moments.


He couldn't believe that he couldn't make this woman feel a bit of pain, even with his full strength.


His fingers pinched on Ling Xiaoyue's calf, feeling like he had grabbed a piece of warm, fragrant soft jade, tender and silky smooth, with an excellent touch.


The force of his fingers seemed to disappear into the sea like a clay ox—gone in an instant.


Ling Xiaoyue picked up a wine pot and lightly tapped it on Fang Zhou's head, "Put more effort, Disciple. You still want to compete with me for dinner, why do you look so weak and powerless?"


Fang Zhou gritted his teeth, circulating the Qi Gathering Technique. Spiritual Energy surged again into his fingers; this time, he tried twisting, hoping to make her leg turn dark blue.


Ling Xiaoyue reminded him, "Hey, this amount of force is about right, a little higher up."


I want to write on her legs