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

After leaving the gourd space, Fang Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief.


This had gone much better than he anticipated. He had prepared for the worst scenario where he would engage in a fierce battle with the gourd children, and both parties would be hurt, as he wasn't sure whether they would seek revenge after knowing about their grandfather's death.


It seems that their kinship with their grandfather wasn't as firm as he had imagined.


Ling Xiaoyue was still in the house sorting the small collected goods. Seeing how proficiently she worked, it seemed she had done this quite often, an eligible small vendor indeed.


Fang Zhou asked Ling Xiaoyue for paper and a pen, and wrote two Contracts, outlining the scope of cooperation, responsibilities, and rewards with the gourd children.


It might have seemed redundant, but Fang Zhou wanted to make it official, to create a serious ambiance to impress these unsophisticated rustic, oh no, rustic demons.


112. Strategic Partner