Senior Brother, your face is blushing like a bubble tea pot? Jin Ling: Is your Dao heart stable?

Under the stage, the Chan Sect's camp.

Zhao Gongming looked at Daoist Ci Hang, whose face was flushed red with excitement.

He couldn't help but lean closer and ask with a wicked grin.

"Senior Brother Cihang, why are you so excited?"

"If someone didn't know, they'd think it was you kneeling up there calling someone your unfilial son."

Cihang's body stiffened abruptly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He turned his head, his fair and delicate face instantly turning the color of a ripe tomato.

His eyes darted around as he stammered.

"Ahem, that, Junior Brother, don't spout nonsense."

"This Humble Daoist, this Humble Daoist was just momentarily excited, just excited."

"After all, after all, seeing the Western Teachings falter."

"As an Eastern cultivator, I share in the glory, yes, share in the glory!"

Cihang tried hard to maintain the aloof persona of a Chan Sect Golden Immortal.

But his trembling eyelashes and the hands tightly gripping his clothes deeply betrayed him.

That perverse joy of finally having someone to share in social death with him was simply impossible to hide!

The disciples of the Three Teachings around, who had personally witnessed Cihang's "recognizing relatives" spectacle, were all holding their breath until their faces turned red and necks thick, their shoulders shaking wildly.

They wanted to laugh, but dared not make a sound.

At this moment, on the stage.

Bixiao's acting had reached the pinnacle of perfection.

She clutched her chest with one hand, pointed at Dizang, who was kneeling and refusing to rise, and cried out in grief.

"Unfilial son, why aren't you speaking?"

"Do you dislike your father's low cultivation and think it embarrasses you?"

"Heavens, how could I have given birth to such an unfilial son!"

Dizang knelt on the ground, his hands clamped tightly around the sword's blade, his entire body about to split apart.

His resilient Dao Heart was shattering inch by inch at this moment.

"What the hell is going on!!!"

Dizang roared inwardly.

He wanted to stand up, but couldn't. He wanted to let go, but couldn't. He wanted to speak, but couldn't open his mouth!

He could only be forced to listen to Bixiao assign him all sorts of treasonous crimes.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly awoke.

Recalling Bixiao's question before the fight began.

"Is your Dao Heart... stable?"

Dizang felt like crying, but had no tears.

"So that's what you meant!!!"

This wasn't a battle of magic, it was clearly mental torture, more unbearable than killing him!

Below the stage, the Western Teachings' camp had descended into chaos.

Medicine Master and Maitreya were anxiously pacing, shouting at the stage.

"Junior Brother Dizang, what are you doing?!"

"Get up quickly, why are you kneeling to that Jie Sect female immortal?"

"Junior Brother, have you fallen under some illusion, wake up!"

Dizang listened to his senior brothers' shouts, his heart bitter as if he had eaten yellow gentian.

Shout, shout, what the hell are you shouting about!

You're all just talking from a position of privilege, come up and try it if you dare!

I want to get up too, I don't want to recognize a thief as my father!

On the high platform, the Two Sages of the West were also bewildered.

Daoist Zhun Ti frowned, calculated with his fingers for a long time, and asked in confusion.

"Senior Brother, something's not right."

"Dizang was formed from innate spiritual energy, he has no father or mother, so how can he have a father?"

Daoist Jie Yin also showed a pained expression and shook his head.

"Indeed strange."

"This Bixiao keeps calling me 'father,' is she trying to disrupt my disciples' Dao Hearts?"

Zhao Gongming, not far away, heard this and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"No father, no mother..."

"Doesn't that sound like an insult?"

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly awkward.

If this continued, the Western Teachings would lose all face.

Laozi, riding on the back of his green ox, coughed lightly, breaking the stalemate.

"Ahem, the outcome of this battle is decided."

"Junior Bixiao's methods... um, her methods are unique. Dizang has no power to fight back."

"This round, Bixiao wins."

Upon hearing the Taiqing Sage's pronouncement.

Although the Two Sages of the West felt humiliated.

They could only grit their teeth and accept it.

After all, Dizang had been kneeling there for a long time. If they didn't concede now.

Who knew what more outrageous ethical drama Bixiao might invent.

"Hmph, you're not as skilled as you are. Come back!"

Zhun Ti waved his sleeve, unleashing a surge of saintly power that broke the restraints on Dizang.

"Wuwu..."

Dizang, as if granted a great amnesty, scrambled back to the Western Teachings' camp.

He didn't dare to look up, emanating an aura of self-imposed isolation.

Bixiao, on the other hand, triumphantly sheathed her long sword.

She skipped over to Laozi and collected the Mid-grade Innate Spirit Treasure, the Taiji Talisman Seal.

Bixiao directly went to Zhao Gongming's side and slapped him hard on the shoulder.

"Brother, your Artifact Refining is amazing!"

As soon as she said this, Zhao Gongming flinched and quickly said.

"Calm down, calm down."

Bull Demon King, standing nearby, was taken aback.

"There's something even more amazing?"

Over at the Western Teachings' side, Maitreya leaned over to Dizang and asked softly.

"Junior Brother, what exactly happened just now?"

"Why did you suddenly kneel?"

"Was there something strange about that sword?"

Dizang looked up. His eyes, which were usually filled with compassion and wisdom, were now etched with weariness and the weight of experience.

He glanced at Maitreya, then at Medicine Master.

He opened his mouth, but only managed to utter one sentence.

"Don't ask."

"Just go up and experience it for yourselves."

"This kind of pain cannot be described in words."

Maitreya and Medicine Master exchanged glances, their hearts filled with even greater suspicion and unease.

At this moment, Laozi's voice rang out again.

"The first round is over."

"Next, who is willing to fight Medicine Master of the Western Teachings?"

As soon as the words fell.

"I will!!"

A voice filled with the commanding presence of an older sister instantly rang out.

Golden Spirit Holy Mother was seen carrying the gaudy Dragon Slaying Sword.

She stepped out from the crowd, enthusiastic and proactive.

"Disciple Jin Ling wishes to exchange a few moves with Senior Disciple Brother Medicine Master!"

Sect Master Tongtian saw that it was Jin Ling who had stepped forward.

The expression on his face instantly became wonderfully complex.

"Granted, Jin Ling. Go, and give our guests from afar a proper welcome!"

Zhun Ti and Jie Yin saw Tongtian's strange expression and their hearts skipped a beat.

Zhun Ti transmitted his voice.

"Senior Brother, why do I feel like Senior Brother Tongtian is smiling a bit... sinisterly?"

"Don't panic," Jie Yin said in a deep voice.

"Medicine Master is our eldest personal disciple."

"His cultivation has already reached the late stage of Golden Immortal, and his Dao Heart is stable."

"He has many skills, he should be fine."

Below the arena, Duo Bao watched Jin Ling Holy Mother walk onto the stage.

He couldn't help but reach out, hook Zhao Gongming's shoulder, and say with a chuckle.

"Junior Disciple Brother Gongming, you truly are a genius when it comes to artifacts."

"Bixiao's match just now made my scalp tingle and my heart feel utterly refreshed."

"Now it's Junior Disciple Sister Jin Ling's turn."

"Heh heh, when I think about Medicine Master's fate later, I can't help but want to laugh."

Zhao Gongming humbly waved his hand.

"Senior Disciple Brother flatters me. They are just minor tricks, not worthy of the stage."

Duo Bao, however, was serious, his eyes burning with fervor.

"These are no minor tricks!"

"Junior Disciple Brother, we have an agreement."

"After this Dao discussion ends, you must also help Senior Brother forge one for me!"

"I want that kind of magic treasure that makes people question their entire life!"

Zhao Gongming readily agreed.

"No problem, leave it to me!"

At this moment, on the stage.

Jin Ling Holy Mother, holding the Dragon Slaying Sword, stood opposite Medicine Master, looking heroic and spirited.

Pharmacist Daoist clasped his hands together, his expression solemn.

A glazed light spun around him, looking extremely impressive.

"Junior Disciple Sister Jin Ling, please."

Jin Ling Holy Mother did not rush to attack.

Instead, she copied Bixiao's previous action.

The corner of her mouth curled into a meaningful smile, and she asked.

"Senior Disciple Brother Medicine Master."

"Before we begin, this junior disciple also has a question."

"Is your Dao Heart... stable?"

As soon as she said this, Dizang below the stage trembled violently.

As if struck by electricity, he suddenly looked up at the stage, his eyes filled with terror.

"She asked!!!"

"She asked too!!!"

"It's over, Senior Disciple Brother Medicine Master, run! It's a trap!!"

However, the unknowing Medicine Master smiled slightly and said confidently.

"Thank you for your concern, Junior Disciple Sister."

"This Humble Daoist often accompanies the Saints, listening to the Great Dao."

"My Dao Heart is perfect and without hindrance, naturally it is extremely stable."

Hearing this answer, the light in Jin Ling Holy Mother's eyes instantly surged.

The Dragon Slaying Sword in her hand began to flicker with colorful neon lights.

"It's good that it's stable, it's good that it's stable!"

"Since that's the case, then I shall offend you!"