Zhao Gongming: I Don't Understand What You're Saying, but I Happen to Know a Little Kung Fu

Taiyi Zhenren suddenly turned his head. "Zhao Gongming?! Why are you here?"

Zhao Gongming looked utterly speechless. "Shouldn't I be asking that? Why do you Chan Sect disciples keep running to Li Mansion every other day? Right, Old Li?"

Li Jing, who entered the courtyard right after Yin Shiniang, nodded repeatedly. "Exactly, exactly."

Yin Shiniang snorted. In any case, she had no fondness for Chan Teach Disciples.

Seriously, who would be interested in a Daoist Tradition that enjoyed spying on married couples in the bedroom?

First impressions were important.

They could easily lead to stereotypes.

"Zha'er, come here."

Nezha grinned as he pounced into Yin Shiniang's arms, completely unlike the nasty way he had treated Taiyi Zhenren earlier.

Taiyi Zhenren said, "Zhao Gongming, I'm your Senior Brother. You should at least show me some respect."

Zhao Gongming smiled mockingly, as if ridiculing him. "Understood, Daluo Junior Brother."

Taiyi Zhenren: "..."

If he had not been burdened by the Karma of the Tribulation of Killing, which had slowed his cultivation progress over the years, then with Taiyi Zhenren's innate foundation, he would not still be circling around the Early Daluo stage after all these years.

He was being looked down on.

Why did this scene feel somewhat familiar?

Oh, right!

Back in the Xuanyuan Era, Zhao Gongming had mocked him just like this!

Taiyi Zhenren's expression darkened. Ignoring Zhao Gongming, he turned to Li Jing and said, "General Li, this poor daoist is a disciple of a Saint. Your third son has Master-Disciple Affinity with me. Please allow this poor daoist to accept him as a disciple."

At this, Li Jing shook his head.

"You refuse?" Taiyi Zhenren grew anxious. "Why? Is my status so worthless that you look down on me?"

Li Jing replied, "Not at all."

"Old Li, why