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    Chapter 367: A Strange World

    “What did you say?!” Little Fire Chicken instantly flared up, whirling around to glare at the woman. “Dare repeat that?” Don’t think I won’t hit you just because you’re a woman!

    “Oh?” The red-clad woman showed no fear, instead eyeing Feng Rong with increased vulgar interest. “Feisty one, aren’t you? I like that!” She cackled, reaching to grab his chin.

    You You’s face hardened. Seeing Feng Rong frozen in shock, she yanked him behind her. “Mind your manners, friend.” Bullying men in public? How pathetic!

    The woman withdrew her hand, sneering. “Playing coy? Parading two uncovered attendants means you’re done with them. Name your price—I’ll add hundred more spirit stones.” She lunged for Yuan Papa.

    Yuan Qi stiffened, instinctively summoning divine power before recalling his vanished strength.

    “Enough!” You You blocked the grab.

    “Six hundred not enough?!” the woman roared.

    “They’re not for sale.” You You scanned the crowd—mostly women. Men wore veils, trailing silently behind mistresses. Something felt off.

    “Mocking me?!” The woman unleashed Golden Core pressure. “I’m Daoist Lord Kui! Know your place!”

    Bystanders scattered.

    You You’s patience snapped. Ignoring the feeble spiritual assault, she unleashed Nascent Soul Stage Pressure, crushing the drunkard to her knees.

    “N-Nascent Soul Master?!” the woman slurred, sobering instantly.

    “Still buying?” You You tilted her head.

    “F-forgive this drunk fool!” The woman kowtowed.

    You You dismissed her, walking away—then paused. “Bully-girl! Where’s the nearest inn?”

    “R-right ahead!”

    “Lend me coins.” You You extended her palm. Better use local currency.

    The woman numbly handed over six hundred spirit stones.

    “Thanks.”

    The trio left. Feng Rong and Yuan Qi stewed silently, unused to being ogled. You You cast appearance-blurring spells on them.

    The inn’s spirit stones puzzled her—low-grade here surpassed Immortal Realm’s mid-grade. Good thing she’d borrowed instead of using foreign coins.

    Two days revealed the truth:

    This was a woman’s world.

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