Pigeon Slayer

Fang Zhou transmigrated into a matriarchal cultivation realm where jade-like beauties hold celestial swords - and all the power. His first act? Tearing up his own betrothal contract.
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!"


The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy

Fang Zhou's consciousness entered the gourd this time, and he didn't bring the Sword Box with him.


He could only pounce towards the seven gourd children, summoning Hu Lai's left hand in the process and scooping up a huge stone from the garbage mountain to smash at the seven gourd children.


The seven gourd children had already collided with each other, emitting a dazzling white light in an instant.


Fang Zhou swung the stone down, and before it could hit, it was propped up by a hand still with baby fat.


As the white light faded, the seven gourd children had disappeared, replaced by a little girl.


With a light pinch of her hand, the enormous stone was immediately crushed into powder by a terrifying force.


Fang Zhou hurriedly backed away, finally getting a clear look at the little girl.


She was about five or six years old, wearing white clothes, with cute big eyes, a small nose, and mouth, her fair cheeks still retaining a bit of baby fat, even cuter than Little Seven.


109. Vajra Little Gourd