Heading to the Li Tang Sect

After giving the female warrior a thorough beating, Tang Yu stood to one side, pointed at her, and cursed.

"Fellow cultivators, don't listen to this bitch's nonsense. Women like her talk ideology, but all they care about is business."

"Search your hearts—are we wrong for liking beauties in paintings?"

The male cultivators watching looked at one another, then shouted in unison, "Not wrong!"

"Exactly. You haven't said or done anything to her, so what does it have to do with her? What gives her the right to scream and protest here? Do you know why she's doing this?"

Tang Yu asked again.

The question plunged everyone into silence. How could they possibly know what this woman was thinking?

"It's simple—she's jealous. She's jealous that even the beauties on paper have crowds of male cultivators going crazy over them, while no one gives her a second glance. There are probably spiderwebs growing between her legs. How could she not resent it?"

"Everyone would rather spend spirit stones on beauties on paper than on her. Tell me, wouldn't that make her mad?"

Tang Yu asked with a grin.

The many male cultivators suddenly understood and burst into thunderous laughter. "Mad!"

"That's right, she's mad. She's protesting you fellow cultivators looking at beauties on paper because she hopes none of you will get to look at them anymore, so you'll have no choice but to hold your noses and take someone like her as your Dao companion."

"It's like someone running a restaurant where the food stinks and nobody wants to eat there."

"Meanwhile, the restaurant next door is booming. Of course she wants to shut it down, forcing you to eat her overpriced, disgusting crap instead."

"Defending the dignity of female cultivators? She can drag a sheet of paper into being an