Chapter 358: 358. Finally found the organization.

Gou Cheng’s words made Fang Zhou’s expression peculiar. What the heck, you little pretty boy actually have such a grand goal?

Also, were you really trying to tell me this just now?

Fang Zhou asked curiously, “You asked if I could join you in serving one wife with two male servants…”

Gou Cheng hurriedly explained, “No, I was questioning whether women marrying two men is actually feasible. I meant to say it’s wrong, absolutely not possible!!”

Fang Zhou frowned and said, “Then you still want to be comrades with me?”

Gou Cheng, who often read collections by the old teacher Ji, knew Fang Zhou misunderstood. He chuckled helplessly and felt aggrieved, “I meant I wanted to find a fellow like-minded person, not the kind of comrade you’re thinking of!”

Fang Zhou remained expressionless but secretly swore.

I just can’t stand you people who only say half of what you mean. Do you not know this pretense easily leads to misunderstandings?

Half of the world’s conflicts are caused by people like you who don’t speak clearly and just want to pose.

Seeing Fang Zhou’s unpleasant expression, Gou Cheng dared not speak.

Even though he was mild-mannered, of course being misunderstood like that annoyed him. In the past, he would have definitely argued with Fang Zhou.

But now… maintaining harmony is more profitable.

Fang Zhou suddenly smiled, “Don’t mind it, actually I knew your intentions all along, I just wanted to test whether your resolve was firm.”

Gou Cheng: “…”

The stick in Fang Zhou’s hand wavered in front of Gou Cheng, “What’s wrong, don’t you believe what I said?”

Gou Cheng wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and smiled wryly, “I believe, Mr. Fang, did I pass the test?”

“Of course, you successfully passed a terrifying test!”

Fang Zhou casually tossed the stick aside and put an arm around Gou Cheng’s shoulder, “Don’t call me Mr. Fang so formally. Just call me Brother Fang. You said you want to invite me to join you in changing this women-dominant world, is it true?”

He wasn’t skeptical but Gou Cheng gave off the vibe of a flashy pretty boy, yet he had such great ambitions, which completely contradicted his appearance.

Gou Cheng replied seriously, “It’s absolutely true, Brother Fang. Everyone is born equal; there shouldn’t be distinctions between high and low, and women shouldn’t oppress men. The world is inherently wrong, and we need to correct it.”

Fang Zhou shook his head inwardly. If Gou Cheng’s words were sincere, they were too idealistic.

The phrase “everyone is born equal” sounds nice, but in reality, it’s almost impossible to achieve. Just the inequality of status determined by birth is enough, not to mention the inequalities brought by identity, power, wealth, strength, etc. Gender is just one aspect.

Of course, having finally met a like-minded fellow, Fang Zhou wouldn’t deliberately discourage him.

Besides, idealism isn’t bad; chant it enough and perhaps some naive people will be moved.

Fang Zhou asked Gou Cheng curiously, “How did you choose me?”

Male disciples in Heavenly Sword Sect are rare, but it’s not that there aren’t any.

Could it be this kid was eyeing my handsome charms and outstanding skills, so he wanted to cozy up to me?

But Gou Cheng smiled slightly, “Brother Fang, remember what you did during the entry-level trial in the illusion?”

Fang Zhou was shocked, “You know what I did in the illusion?”

He had planned a male revolution in the illusion, but got booted out in the end. He thought no one saw it, yet even Gou Cheng, this disciple, knew.

Gou Cheng nodded, he happened to be cultivating in seclusion within the illusion at that time and witnessed Fang Zhou inciting the male revolution.

Since then, Gou Cheng had been secretly observing Fang Zhou and finally confirmed that Fang Zhou was the like-minded person he had been searching for.

Hence today’s private meeting, though there was a minor misunderstanding during the encounter, as long as it’s resolved, it’s fine.

Fang Zhou was quite speechless: “You wouldn’t think things done in an illusion can be easily realized in reality, right? That was a special case, in reality, it can’t be done!”

Fang Zhou’s success within the illusion was due to three key factors: first, there were no powerful female Cultivators, second, it was a closed small environment with no external support, third, the opponents were just common people, scattered and weak.

If any of these three factors were missing, his male revolution wouldn’t have succeeded so easily.

In reality, forget about having three favorable factors; there are countless adverse factors, currently making success impossible.

Gou Cheng smiled, “I know, but we can take it slow, no need to rush.”

Fang Zhou nodded, “It’s good that you have such thoughts. Right now, there are only two of us, weak and insignificant. So don’t go around talking carelessly, lest you get caught and drowned in a pig cage.”

But Gou Cheng said seriously, “Brother Fang, it’s not just the two of us, I’ve already joined a like-minded organization. Today’s meeting was to invite you to join us!”

Fang Zhou: “???”

Damn, why didn’t you say so earlier!

Fang Zhou was greatly surprised. In the Cultivation World, there’s actually such a male rights organization?

But thinking about it, it was normal. This world being women-dominant also having organizations like the True Mother God Sect is extreme women advocacy, so it makes sense there are male rights organizations.

No, it’s abnormal not to have them.

Where there’s oppression, there’s resistance. This saying holds true no matter where it is placed.

Men in this world are treated poorly, with low social status, they can’t willingly accept it.

Ordinary men don’t have the strength to resist, due to objective conditions, but the Cultivation World has male Cultivators, who aren’t weaklings, definitely have some dissatisfied with the status quo. Although their numbers are few, combined they are an unignorable force.

Fang Zhou felt like he found his group, otherwise relying on just himself, who knows when he’d ever accomplish anything.

He immediately asked, “How many people are in the organization? Where’s the headquarters? What’s the combat power like?”

Fang Zhou fired off a series of questions, while Gou Cheng smiled and shook his head, playing coy: “Brother Fang, don’t worry, I’ll soon take you to meet them, by then all your questions will be answered.”

Hey, my fiery temper, don’t you know I hate it when people speak halfway?

Fang Zhou waved his hand, and the mushroom-shaped stick he tossed earlier flew back immediately.

Fang Zhou pointed the stick at Gou Cheng’s nose: “You sure you want to wait before answering my questions?”

Gou Cheng, still uneasy from Fang Zhou’s earlier “test,” felt intimidated by the uniquely shaped stick.

Seeing Fang Zhou pick the weapon up again, Gou Cheng sweated profusely and hurriedly said, “Brother Fang, please put the stick down, ask anything you want, I will definitely answer truthfully.”

Fang Zhou threw the stick down and put an arm around Gou Cheng’s shoulder: “I happen to be curious, answer truthfully, just who are you secretly in love with among the true disciples?”

Gou Cheng: “…”