107: Chapter 107 A World Where Women Are Superior to Men

"Capable?"

Jiang Feng chewed on this word, his smile deepening.

Instead of retreating, he took another half-step forward, his nose nearly touching hers.

The air between the two suddenly became scorching.

The masked men who had just climbed to their feet were furious, their fists clenched tightly, yet none dared to step forward.

"Whether I am or not, wouldn't you know if you tried?"

Jiang Feng lowered his voice, his warm breath brushing against the woman's cheek.

"However, I am a person who never forces others."

"Since you don't have that intention, then never mind."

Before the words even faded, he actually stepped back, cleanly distancing himself, and shrugged.

The indifferent look, as if she had missed out on a great Opportunity, left Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei completely stunned.

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei felt an unspeakable sense of frustration, with power but nowhere to use it.

She took a deep look at Jiang Feng, a flash of unwillingness crossing her wild eyes.

"Hmph!"

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei snorted coldly, turned, and mounted the crimson, one-horned beast.

"Follow!"

She dropped those two words, turned her mount, and galloped toward the depths of the jungle.

Jiang Feng's lips curled slightly as he followed unhurriedly.

His pace looked leisurely, yet he was always able to hang at the back of the team with ease.

...

The team sped through the jungle.

Jiang Feng carefully observed this strange world.

The branches of the ancient trees were gnarled, piercing through the clouds, and many plants shimmered with a golden luster.

In the air, not a trace of Spiritual Qi could be felt.

But what Jiang Feng found strange was that the Taiji Diagram within his Dantian was still rotating slowly.

"My name is Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei."

The woman's wild voice came from ahead.

"This world is called Yunmeng Marsh."

"Yunmeng Marsh, Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei." Jiang Feng murmured to himself, then asked aloud, "A good name. Wulei—is it to ensure you have no tears to shed, or to make your male concubines cry until they have no tears left?"

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's mount slowed for a moment.

A masked man behind her immediately scolded, "Presumptuous! Is the Young Mistress's name something a wild man like you can just call out?!"

Jiang Feng ignored him, his gaze falling only on Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's back.

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei pulled her mount to a stop and turned around slowly, her bronze-colored cheeks showing neither joy nor anger.

"In Yunmeng Marsh, only women can possess names."

"As for men... few can have their own names."

She swept a glance at the group of trembling masked men behind her.

"They are dependents, tools, property; most only have a code name."

Jiang Feng's gaze also fell on the group of men, capturing the flicker of jealousy, alongside anger, deep within their eyes.

Women rule, men obey.

He completely understood the rules of this place.

Jiang Feng complained inwardly, but his face broke into a smile: "Then do you think I need a code name, or am I qualified to have a name?"

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei looked at him deeply without answering, only saying coldly, "Keep up."

Half an hour later, a massive tribe appeared before them.

The tribe was built against the mountain, with countless dwellings made of giant stones and raw timber scattered about, connected by vine suspension bridges, full of rugged vitality.

Within the tribe, strong women holding weapons could be seen everywhere; they were dressed in cool clothing and looked fierce.

As for the men who occasionally appeared, they were all without exception masked, wearing heavy robes, keeping their heads low, and would proactively step to the side of the road and bow when they saw female warriors.

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's return caused quite a stir.

The female warriors stopped one after another, beating their chests in salute.

Their gazes all converged on the man at the end of the team—the one with strange clothing and white hair who was not wearing a mask.

Curiosity, scrutiny, contempt, amusement.

Jiang Feng acted as if he didn't notice, his gait composed.

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei brought him directly to a magnificent stone house halfway up the mountain.

"This is my residence." She dismounted and tossed the reins to a masked male servant who came to greet her, "You, come in."

Jiang Feng followed her into the stone house.

The interior was spacious, the walls hung with the furs and skulls of fierce beasts, and a central bonfire illuminated everything clearly.

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei sat on the main fur-covered chair and waved her hand to dismiss those around her.

"Speak, what must I do to leave this place." Jiang Feng got straight to the point.

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei picked up a cup of murky liquid and downed it in one gulp, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and spoke slowly: "You are in a hurry?"

"My time is precious."

"Good." Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei nodded in approval, leaning forward with burning eyes, "There is indeed a way."

"This world prizes the power of the Physical Body. Legend has it that if one Cultivates a Cultivation Technique called the 'Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body Technique' to Great Perfection, one can shatter the barriers of heaven and earth with a single punch and break into the Void Realm."

"Where is the Cultivation Technique?"

"I don't know." Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei answered with extreme bluntness.

Jiang Feng frowned.

"However..." Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei changed the subject, a calculating curve appearing on her lips, "The person who created this Cultivation Technique, like you, came from another world."

"A thousand years ago, he arrived here, swept across the eight great tribes with his own strength, and established a glorious Dynasty, but broke into the Void Realm and left during its peak."

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's gaze was highly aggressive: "You are the second person from another world that I know of; perhaps you yourself are the key to finding the 'Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body Technique'!"

"I understand." Jiang Feng nodded, "You want that Cultivation Technique too?"

"Not just that." Ambition flickered in Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's eyes, "I also need you to do something for me."

"Speak."

"Help me become the leader of the Chilian Tribe." She said word for word, "I have an older sister, Shangguan Wuqing, who is the first heir to the Chilian Tribe. As long as you help me defeat her, I can ascend to the position."

"As a reward," Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei threw out the bargaining chip, "the entire intelligence network of the Chilian Tribe will be at your disposal to search for the Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body Technique."

"That's easy to discuss, but you'd better not cross the river and break the bridge, otherwise I'm quite good at overturning the table."

The smile on Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's face instantly froze.

"Very well!" She clapped her hands heavily, suppressing the strange feeling in her heart.

The stone house door was pushed open, and two masked men walked in tremblingly, carrying a basin of water and clothing.

"These are the male servants who will serve you from now on." Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei pointed at the two, then pointed to an exquisite wooden house nearby, "That is your residence. As my chief male concubine, your treatment is the best among the men in the tribe."

Jiang Feng didn't even look at the two trembling male servants, just stared at Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei.

"We are partners, not your male concubine. Furthermore, I don't need men to serve me."

He lifted his chin toward the two male servants.

"Get out."

"Finally, I don't like living in a place arranged by others."

Jiang Feng walked to the door, looked at the exquisite wooden house, shook his head, and casually pointed to a more dilapidated, more secluded vacant wooden house not far away.

"That one is mine."

After speaking, he walked straight toward that dilapidated wooden house.

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei watched his arrogant back, the smile on her face completely disappearing, replaced by a complex expression mixed with annoyance and excitement.

This man was harder to control than she had imagined.

...

Jiang Feng pushed open the door of the dilapidated wooden house, and a musty smell rushed toward him.

He didn't care in the slightest and sat down cross-legged.

The top priority was to find the Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body Technique and leave this ghost of a place.

Cooperation with Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei was the only way out, but the initiative must remain in his own hands.

Just at this moment.

With a loud bang, the rickety wooden door was kicked into pieces by someone from the outside!