Chapter 359: 359. My handsomeness will make you feel inferior

Gou Cheng never did say which True Disciple he secretly admired and kept insisting it was just a rumor.

But Fang Zhou didn’t believe a word of it–a rumor is not baseless. Most of them are nonsense, but there’s usually some reason they appear. Otherwise, why doesn’t anyone say he’s got something going on with Qin Yunzhu? Because it’s impossible.

However, Gou Cheng wouldn’t confess, and Fang Zhou couldn’t force him to admit it, after all, he considers himself a reasonable person.

The two left the gourd space, and Gou Cheng took Fang Zhou to meet the members of the male rights organization, answering his questions along the way.

Fang Zhou’s guess was right, the male rights organization has always existed in the Cultivation World.

It’s just that it has been suppressed and wiped out many times, and each male rights organization doesn’t last long, but like weeds, it springs up again no matter how many times it’s burned.

As the saying goes–where there is oppression, there is resistance; with male cultivators receiving unfair treatment in the Cultivation World, this spirit and drive for resistance will always exist.

The male rights organization that Gou Cheng joined was established not long ago, and it’s just starting out. But each member is like-minded, and he believes that with his companions’ enthusiasm, the organization will eventually grow and develop.

Fang Zhou listened silently, and the initial excitement of finding an organization quickly faded to a calm state of mind.

Even though Gou Cheng embellished it, it’s clear this is a weak organization, a few nobodies creating a minor group out of enthusiasm, lacking influence and combat power.

But that’s okay, every organization starts like this; they just need the right program, action, and a bit of funding to grow quickly.

Fang Zhou thought the meeting place would be far away, but unexpectedly, Gou Cheng brought him straight to Yunshan City.

Could it be that his buddies are hiding in Yunshan City?

With these doubts, Fang Zhou followed Gou Cheng to a secluded courtyard in the city. They entered a room, locked the door and pulled down the curtains, plunging the room into darkness.

“Bang!”

“Ouch!! Fang Bro, why did you hit me?”

“Who else am I going to hit if not you? Spill it, what do you want to do bringing me into this dark room?”

Gou Cheng covered half his eye, and pulled out a magic treasure resembling a mirror from his chest.

He placed the magic treasure on the table, aimed at the blank wall, and infused it with Spiritual Energy. The magic treasure instantly emitted light, casting a roughly three-meter diameter circular white light against the wall, lighting up the room slightly.

Gou Cheng explained to Fang Zhou: “This is called a thousand-mile mirror, a magic treasure that can transmit images over long distances. It requires a darker environment to function properly.”

Fang Zhou’s eyes lit up as he stared at the thousand-mile mirror: “You actually have such a treasure? Why didn’t you take it out sooner to show me?”

Influenced by Fang Zhou, Gou Cheng now loves overthinking too. Upon hearing the request to take out the treasure, he immediately misunderstood, and quickly moved away from Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou: “?”

Gou Cheng coughed and began to explain that the thousand-mile mirror was a gift from the organization for communication and contact, so it couldn’t easily be shown to others. If he left the organization, he would have to return it.

The white light on the wall flickered a few times, and soon a few figures appeared, all in relatively dim environments.

Fang Zhou counted, seeing four people on the wall, all men.

All men!!!

Fang Zhou never thought he’d be this excited about seeing so many men gathered in one place, and it’s not *that* kind of excitement!

These aren’t just ordinary men, but male cultivators, and the feeling of having found an organization resurfaced in his heart.

“Fellow cultivators, this is the new partner I found. His name is Fang… um…”

Gou Cheng stepped forward to introduce Fang Zhou to the four on the wall, but got stuck halfway.

Only then did he realize he didn’t even know Fang Bro’s name–what a careless guide he was.

He turned to look at Fang Zhou, only to be startled, as Fang Zhou had somehow put on a mask, covering his face.

Gou Cheng exclaimed: “Fang Bro, why are you wearing a mask?”

Fang Zhou crossed his arms: “I’m afraid my handsome looks would make them feel inferior, affecting the organization’s unity. So, it’s better to keep my face hidden for their sake. Don’t tell them.”

Gou Cheng: “…”

The four on the wall: “…”

They all had the same thought run through their minds–what kind of idiot did Gou Cheng bring in?

Actually saying they’ll feel inferior? How intolerable! Plus, we heard everything you said!!

Fang Zhou made a terrible first impression on the four. If not for their self-restraint, they would have already exploded in vulgarities.

Fang Zhou stood confidently, accepting the scrutiny from these male cultivators.

His purpose in wearing the mask wasn’t really for fear of making them feel inferior… well, maybe a little, but mainly as a precaution.

Who knows if this male rights organization is a bait operation? Maybe three out of these four are actually moles from female supremacy organizations, sent to catch fish like the pretty boy Gou Cheng.

So, until everything was clear, Fang Zhou wouldn’t expose his true appearance.

The four examined Fang Zhou… MMP, how to scrutinize someone wearing a mask?

Instead, Fang Zhou could see their appearances and strengths clearly.

No doubt about it, they were all young pretty boys, and all of the pretty boy type like Gou Cheng. Not a real man among them–in terms of muscle and masculinity, they were even inferior to Qiao Sen, bad review.

The four were all at Perfect Foundation Establishment, just like Gou Cheng, so they were only advanced mixed soldiers. Fang Zhou was the strongest, momentarily feeling like a king misplaced in a bronze-level match.

Gou Cheng quickly introduced the four: only one had short hair, named Shen Hao, who looked slightly more manly. The other three had long hair and were so delicate looking that one could almost question their gender.

When it was Fang Zhou’s turn to introduce himself, he crossed his arms and said: “My surname is Fang, I’m called Fang Dage, you can call me Dage or Gege.”

Fang Dage?

Anyone who believes that name is an idiot.

The three long-haired ones looked displeased but said nothing. Only Shen Hao snorted, glaring at Fang Zhou with clear dissatisfaction.

Gou Cheng had an awkward expression; he didn’t expect Fang Zhou to be unwilling to even show his face or share his real name. So what was he here for?

Shen Hao directly voiced Gou Cheng’s thoughts, with a tone full of tension: “Hiding your head and showing your tail, not even willing to say your name–are you here to join us or to make a fool of us?”

The others nodded in agreement, and Gou Cheng thought so too, but didn’t dare to nod.

Fang Zhou, however, pushed past Gou Cheng, stood in front of the four, and smiled slightly: “Let me say a few words.”

Facing the four’s critical gazes, Fang Zhou restrained his smile and said solemnly: “First, I haven’t joined you, so it’s my freedom to protect my personal information. You have no right to interfere.”

“Second, I only agreed to Gou Cheng’s suggestion to come take a look, and have not yet decided whether to join you. I am an outsider unconnected to you, so who are you trying to intimidate with those expressions?”

“Third, as an organization, you should exhibit your strengths to attract and develop new members, not arrogantly pick and choose among interested outsiders. You are just a shadowy small group, not some prestigious major sect; you do not have that privilege.”

Fang Zhou placed his hands on the table, observing the four with a compelling gaze.

“I’ve said my piece. Who agrees? Who opposes?”

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