Chapter 397: Chapter 397

397: Chapter 384: The Correct Usage of Martial Cultivators 397: Chapter 384: The Correct Usage of Martial Cultivators As such, in the long run, Martial Artists were regarded by the Cultivators of the age simply as having jumbled Spirit Roots and poor understanding, choosing this quick-fix cultivation method as a last resort.

Bi Ping couldn’t swallow his resentment.

Right now, he had no way to deal with him, but once the big exam in Xianling City was over, he was determined to make his Sect and teachers pay back a hundredfold for today’s grievance!

The Young Master of Tianlong Sect was clearly arrogant by nature and also blunt, totally unable to hide his emotions.

Baili An thought to himself that it was true unvarnished honesty; after all, he stood alone in the world, with nothing behind him but the vast and empty Kongcang Mountain.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you, I…”

“That’s just where you’re wrong.

Since someone has sincerely asked, Si Chen, why must you dampen their spirits?”

Fang Geyu, with a languid stride, came from afar.

Compared to being full of oneself, not even ten Bi Pings could match one Fang Geyu.

Her dark eyebrows rose defiantly: “This child is from Shifang City, what do you plan to do with him?”

Bi Ping’s expression instantly froze on his face, and with a forced chuckle, he said, “Miss Fang really knows how to joke.

Though Shifang City selects disciples, they take talisman masters, Artifact Masters, Pharmacists, and sword masters as Guest Elders, they explicitly do not take Martial Artists.”

Martial Artists, being limited in Spirit Root Talent, might require the energy of ten Mountain Spirits to break through and reach the cultivation level that other Cultivators could achieve with a single Spirit Vein.

Raising a Martial Artist was not without great cost.

For Shifang City, which conducted business across the Mortal World, it naturally wouldn’t want to nurture Martial Artists with limited potential.

This woman was clearly meddling and deliberately showing favoritism!

Fang Geyu sneered: “Whether I wish to take a Spirit Cultivator or a martial cultivator is none of others’ concern.

If I say he’s from Shifang City, not even my father would dare to object, let alone a Young Master from some minor Sect in the boondocks.

Do you dare question my word?”

Tianlong Sect, which dominated the region and saw nations submit and pay homage, was treated so dismissively in her speech.

What irritated him even more was that he couldn’t refute her given the power backing her.

With another forced chuckle, Bi Ping relented unwillingly, “If Miss Fang insists on showing partiality, what more can I say?

Ha, the Wanling Sects of the world seem to hold Martial Artists in the lowest esteem, yet Miss Fang casually breaks the City Lord’s rules with a few words.

I’m truly no match for such arrogant confidence.”

He didn’t care about Bi Ping’s cold remarks towards him, but was Fang Geyu someone he could mock?

His gaze turned colder.

At that moment, a voice pierced through the crowd from the City Guard of Xianling City, Lan Youdie: “Bi Ping, when will you ever be done?

It’s true that Fang Geyu is often overbearing and annoying, looking down on everyone, but what’s it to you if Fang Geyu takes a fancy to a pretty boy?

If you can’t provoke Shifang City, just let it be.

Insisting on stirring this up, it’s no wonder you end up calling out on the ground when you’re beaten.

With your manner, I doubt you’ll have any greater accomplishment in your life.

Just looking at the city plaque of Shifang City, I fear your legs would go weak.”

Bi Ping was struck as if by thunder: “Pretty boy?”

Fang Geyu was also stupefied as she caught sight of this guy in the dense crowd.

Watching Lan Youdie sway through the crowd, she looked at Fang Geyu disdainfully: “What do you mean, ‘this child is from Shifang City’?

Sure, Shifang City doesn’t take Martial Artists, but that doesn’t stop Miss Fang from taking a kept man as a face-saver, does it?”

The complexion of the crowd instantly turned very odd, and the atmosphere became dead silent.

Li Jiujiu’s sword nearly dropped from her hand.

Ning Feiyan let out a “wow,” covered the lower half of her face with a fan, her loving eyes brimming with mirth.

Li Jiujiu stood stunned.

Su Jing calmly closed his eyes, saying nothing.

And some of the male Cultivators, including Ying Xiu, subconsciously looked towards Baili An, their gaze filled with disdain.

Fang Geyu felt the awkward gazes gathering on her from all around, her face flushing into the red of a cat who had stepped on its tail: “Lan Youdie, I will tear that annoying mouth of yours!”

Lan Youdie was startled by her reaction, covering her chest and saying, “Why so fierce?

Didn’t you say all this to me?

What, now are you into little sweethearts wearing matching red garments, pretending and teasing hiddenly just for fun?”

The crowd’s gaze became even more nuanced as they suddenly realized that the young man in red was, in fact, wearing a pair of newlyweds’ outfits.

My goodness, even the most doted on miss of Shifang City was maintaining a handsome Martial Artist kept man.

When had the customs of the Hundred Immortal Sects become so sordid?

People from Shifang City really know how to play; they wouldn’t forget such little flings even while hunting a Fierce Ghost in Ghost Mountain.

That Tianlong Sect Young Master really had hit a formidable obstacle; although Shifang City was not listed among the top Three Sects of the Immortal Path, in terms of background and strength, not even a hundred Tianlong Sect forces could breach even an outer city gate.

Now it seems that Bi Ping’s earlier sparring was truly digging a hole for himself.

Bi Ping, with a trembling expression, no longer dared to mention “settling accounts after autumn,” only stoically muttering resentfully, “If someone willingly degrades himself to live under a woman’s thumb and commit acts unbecoming of a man, why should I stoop to cavil with such mediocre self-debasers.”

His words were tough, but people knew that Miss Fang was no ordinary character like Lan Youdie.

The house rules of Shifang City were strict, and there had never been rumors of her keeping a kept man.

Among the numerous heroes of the Mortal World, not even a kept man had been worthy of her attention.

Miss Fang didn’t show interest in either men or women, proudly living a solitary life, like a noble young phoenix with very few true friends.

Yet this young man managed to warrant her personal protection, suggesting that it was not merely a simple case of him being a face-saver.

Even stepping back ten thousand paces, to be associated with Shifang City, even if it means belittling oneself for once, how could this be seen as a disgrace by others?

It is known that Miss Fang possesses the genuine Immortal Blood.

If one could have a fling, spend a passionate night, and replenish one’s Primordial Yin, it would be a rare and precious opportunity for any man.

Each person present could guarantee, if the Tianlong Sect Young Master had the chance, not to mention 3,000 Spirit Stones, even spending 30,000 or 300,000 Spirit Stones for such an opportunity would not be a loss at all.

Self-degradation and tarnishing one’s reputation depended on whose company one was in.

Bi Ping’s sour grapes act was truly unbecoming.

Lan Youdie went on grumbling, thoroughly annoyed, “Fang Geyu really knows how to play, keeping a handsome martial cultivator as a face-saver.

No wonder that night, with just one glance, I knew he had a good waist, probably strong and satisfying.

Dammit, I’ve totally been bested by her now, even outdone in playing with men.”

The onlooking crowd’s eyeballs bulged.

Is this the proper use of a martial cultivator?

When did they become tools for your rivalry?

You Immortal Sect ladies are enough!

Apologize to all the Martial Artists in the world!