Chapter 520 Provocation

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As a matriarchal power, the people who are in charge of Yinyue Dieshan are naturally women.

The fundamental reason why women are strong and men are weak is mainly the huge gap in the distribution of benefits and the difficulty of obtaining resources.

The status of male butterfly monsters in Yinyue Dieshan is very low, and they do not have much say. The cultivation resources are exploited by female butterfly monsters. As the generations go by, there are fewer and fewer strong male butterfly monsters. Now, they have almost become reproductive tools.

In such an environment, they dare not even think of resisting.

Lang Huai's mother is named Wudie. Those who can be given the surname of Butterfly are undoubtedly the real high-level of Yinyue Dieshan.

Wudie Saint King has the sixth level of cultivation and serves as the chief steward of internal affairs. He has a lot of say. It can be said that he has both strength and status.

Logically, with such a mother, Lang Huai should be a second-generation cultivator born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

It's just a pity that he was born in Dieshan, not a woman, but a man.

Because he has a Saint King mother, his status is slightly higher than other male butterfly demons, but it is a bit insignificant compared to the status of female butterfly demons.

Yes, it is insignificant.

That group of people, relying on the fact that they are women, think that they are born noble, superior, and can look down on all male butterfly demons.

Just today, Lang Huai just bumped into a female butterfly demon in the supernatural realm, and was stripped naked in public and whipped hundreds of times in a row.

He will never forget the contemptuous look of the woman who stepped on his face and looked down at him as if she was looking at a beast.

He Lang Huai is extraordinary. Without many resources, he has reached the middle stage of the Great Saint after practicing for thousands of years.

But he was stripped naked and whipped in public by a supernatural realm. 33 Novel Network

Is there anything more aggrieved and ridiculous in the world than this?

What made him most chilling and desperate was that his mother Wudie was watching coldly not far away at the time, and she didn't say a word from beginning to end.

But at the end, he asked the people below to bring him a message.

: "Don't be so reckless in the future, remember your identity."

The cold words, like a knife, cut his heart, and scarlet blood mixed with boundless hatred dripped.

He lowered his head, gnashed his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and he suppressed his anger.

He hated it, not because he hated why he was a man, but because he hated Dieshan and why they treated male butterfly demons like this.

: "Give me another pot of wine--"

In a private room on the third floor of a small restaurant, Lang Huai sat by the window, bathing in the moonlight emitted by Dieshan, and called out in a low and hoarse voice.

The waiter at the door responded: "Okay, sir, please wait."

Soon. The waiter brought another full pot of wine into the private room.

The waiter was a smart monkey demon, who was very good at observing words and expressions. He could see that this sir was in a bad mood, but he didn't dare to offend him.

After putting the wine pot on the table, he left the private room without stopping and closed the door intimately.

Lang Huai looked gloomy. He raised his hand to grab the wine pot, uncorked it, tilted his head, and gulped down the wine.

"You hate Dieshan, and all the women in Dieshan, including your mother."

A faint voice came into his ears.

"Who——"

Lang Huai's eyes condensed, and his drunkenness disappeared immediately.

He turned his head and looked around.

He did not find the person who spoke earlier.

A moment later, the void on the opposite side of the small table twisted.

A figure suddenly appeared and sat upright opposite him.

The man was tall and slender, wearing a scarlet robe, with soft long hair casually draped over his shoulders, and a red and white fox mask with a smile on his face.

There was only a hole on the left side of the mask's eyes, revealing a deep black eye.

He just sat there quietly, giving Lang Huai a sense of oppression as if he was facing a bottomless abyss.

The box was dead silent.

Lang Huai is not a fool. The moment the man in front of him appeared, he roughly guessed the other party's strength.

This mysterious man is definitely a Saint King.

In front of him, his strength in the Great Saint Realm is like an ant.

Why would such a strong man suddenly come to him?

What does he want to do.

A few drops of cold sweat slid down Lang Huai's forehead and dripped into the wine glass on the table, splashing a handful of water.

The tense atmosphere lasted for half a quarter of an hour.

The man wearing a fox mask finally broke the silence.

He stood up, came behind Lang Huai in an instant, leaned forward, bent down, and whispered in his ear: "Tell me, do you want to have power and then take revenge on those women?"

His voice was clear and ethereal, like a devil luring mortals into hell.

Lang Huai's expression changed constantly, sometimes frightened, sometimes ferocious, and sometimes resentful.

: "You want to have power, right? You must want to trample those women under your feet, right?"

The man wearing a fox mask, with magical words, was like a pinch of flame, stirring the devil deep in Lang Huai's heart, trying to ignite his resentment and drag him into the abyss.

: "I... I don't know what you are talking about." The last bit of reason told Lang Huai that he couldn't trust the man in front of him.

The fox masked man chuckled, patted his shoulder with his slender white hand, "Don't refute, I can clearly feel your hatred."

Lang Huai's face flushed red, and he turned his face to the fox masked man in an instant. The two faces were less than three inches apart. He looked ferocious and gritted his teeth and said, "What do you know."

"What do you know."

"What if I hate him? I can't defeat the mountain master. Everything is fleeting. I can't change anything. I can only try to get drunk and numb myself like today."

"Wudie is right. People like me should recognize their own identity."

He almost shouted these words, trying to vent all the anger in his heart.

Perhaps this way, he can feel better.

Otherwise, he will really go crazy.

: "Hehehe————"

The fox masked man sneered, "You are a man, a great sage, and you are a strong man wherever you go, but you were whipped by a woman in the supernatural realm."

"It must be uncomfortable for Lang Huai to be whipped in front of tens of thousands of Dieshan monks?"

"Hehe, this news has spread in the market today."

"You are a big celebrity now."

"No——" Lang Huai's face was full of pain, and he covered his ears with both hands, "Don't say it, don't say it, please don't say it."

He shook his head, bared his teeth, and saliva mixed with blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.

He was crazy, angry, and resentful.

He was trembling all over.

The man wearing the laughing fox mask, with a magical voice, kept echoing in his heart, ruthlessly revealing the most painful memories hidden deep in his heart.

: "When you were seven years old, you were bullied by a female butterfly demon named Lan, and she pressed you into a toilet to wash your hair."

: "You told your mother Wudie about this, and she just said "oh" and nothing more."

: "When you were ten years old, you sneaked into a female butterfly demon's party, accidentally knocked over the wine, and stained the skirt of a little saint. She dropped you on a tree and whipped you for a whole day and night, almost beating you to death."

: "When you were thirteen years old..."

. You provided the master of the great god Feng Qiyue: This disciple who rebelled against the master is not a saint son