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

Shen Hao swung his blade towards Zhou Yan, the fierce blade edge cutting through the air, slicing out a blinding sword qi.


Zhou Yan, completely naked, let out a cold laugh, grabbing the equally naked male cultivator beneath her and twisting away.


The sword qi that Shen Hao unleashed struck the wooden bed behind Zhou Yan, splitting it in two, and the wall behind the bed was also cleaved through with a single stroke.


Luo Jingsong and Gou Cheng were about to take action when they saw Zhou Yan already leaping to the window. Turning back, she flung her hand, shooting several red ropes that instantly wrapped around a few of the main support beams within the room.


She pulled forcefully, breaking the support beams, accompanied by a rumbling crash, and the entire house suddenly collapsed towards the six people in the middle.


Zhou Yan made a few agile leaps, jumping onto the rockery in the yard, and glanced back to see the house had already become a ruin.


366. Sorry, I am the undercover agent.