No Use Even If You Scream, Maitreya: "He'll Just Drool Even If He's Cured!"

The atmosphere in Zhao Gongming's cave dwelling instantly became tense.

A philosophical aura actually permeated the air.

Maitreya stared at the rattle drum in Medicine Master's hand while watching his senior disciple brother's excited demeanor.

His sense of crisis reached its peak at this moment.

Even though Maitreya usually had a smile on his face, he couldn't manage a smile now.

He unhesitatingly used the Divine Feet Escape Technique, intending to flee.

Meanwhile, Zhao Gongming sat cross-legged on the cushion, staring intently at Maitreya with a mischievous smile on his face.

"You think you can escape from my territory?"

"Junior Disciple Brother, Junior Disciple Brother, just accept it peacefully!"

"Trying to run?"

As Zhao Gongming flicked his finger lightly.

Countless profound array patterns within the cave dwelling suddenly flashed.

Simultaneously, the thirty-six Sea Calming Pearls, a Supreme Grade Innate Spirit Treasure, were unleashed, locking down the spatial dimension.

Maitreya, who had already entered the void, was directly flung back out.

Zhao Gongming continued to stare at Maitreya with a smile, speaking slowly.

"Junior Disciple Brother Maitreya, stop struggling pointlessly. You run, he chases, and you'll never fly away."

"In my cave dwelling, you could scream your lungs out and no one would come to help you!"

Maitreya was forced into a corner, looking at the relentlessly advancing Medicine Master.

His mentality completely collapsed, and he instinctively yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Scream your lungs out!!!"

"Scream your lungs out!!!"

Dizang, standing to the side: "..."

Zhao Gongming: "..."

Good heavens, you actually started screaming?

Is the thought process of these Western Teachings disciples a bit peculiar?

"Junior Disciple Brother, stop shouting. Senior Disciple Brother will be very gentle."

Pharmacist Daoist let out a sinister laugh and no longer hesitated.

He directly activated the Wisdom-Reducing Rattle Drum in his hand.

As a cloud of pink smoke enveloped Medicine Master.

Soon, the originally dignified and solemn Medicine Master disappeared.

Medicine Master was wearing a pink lace-trimmed apron.

He held a baby bottle in one hand and the rattle drum in the other, looking like a domestic husband.

This sudden turn of events caused Dizang's eyes to widen, and he gasped.

"My heavens, is this still my Senior Disciple Brother?"

"Why does the magic treasure refined by Senior Disciple Brother Zhao require so much courage to use?"

Dizang's shock had not yet subsided.

He then saw Medicine Master, with a benevolent smile, rhythmically shaking the rattle drum and opening his mouth.

A gentle, effeminate voice emanated from Medicine Master's mouth.

"Big Head Son, Small Head Dad"

"A pair of good friends, a happy father and son"

Dong dong dong!

Dong dong dong!

Accompanied by the hypnotic rhythm of the rattle drum.

An invisible law of wisdom reduction instantly descended upon Maitreya.

Maitreya's expression, which had been filled with terror and struggle, instantly froze.

Immediately after, his eyes began to unfocus.

His pupils, once full of wisdom, gradually converged in the center.

Turning into standard cross-eyes.

His lips parted slightly, and a strand of clear drool flowed down the corner of his mouth, forming a long thread.

The aura of a Golden Immortal powerhouse that had enveloped him vanished without a trace.

Instead, a wise aura permeated the air.

It was as if... Patrick Star from SpongeBob had possessed him.

"Son's head is big, hands are small."

"Dad's head is small, hands are big."

Medicine Master was singing with abandon, even swaying his hips a couple of times.

Meanwhile, Maitreya had completely fallen.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, clapping his hands like a seal.

His head bobbed to the rhythm of the rattle, and he let out a foolish laugh.

"Hehehe..."

"Hehehe, ababa..."

"Gimme milk, I want milk, eat food..."

Dizang watched this scene, his jaw practically hitting the floor.

"This... he's already gone stupid?"

"The magic treasure refined by Senior Brother Zhao is this terrifying?"

"Even his Golden Immortal Dao Fruit couldn't protect his sanity?"

Zhao Gongming stood to the side with his hands behind his back, like an old TCM doctor.

He sized up the current Maitreya, then clicked his tongue in amazement and gave a professional assessment.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at those eyes, look at that drool."

"If he's cured from this, he'll probably be drooling later too."

Pharmacist Daoist, while shaking the rattle, stole a glance at Maitreya and was also greatly alarmed.

"What a treasure, truly a treasure!"

"Although he looks a bit foolish, I can feel it."

"Junior Brother Maitreya's current soul is actually exceptionally clear?"

Under the influence of the intelligence-lowering halo.

All of Maitreya's schemes, karma, and worries vanished, his mind becoming a blank slate.

His soul was actually in a pure state, like that of an innocent child.

"It even has a hidden buff that cleanses the soul?"

Zhao Gongming nodded slightly.

"It seems the saying 'fools have foolish blessings' isn't just an empty phrase."

Just then, Zhao Gongming suddenly remembered something.

With a flip of his palm, a Recording Stone appeared in his hand.

Such a memorable scene, not recording it would be a terrible waste!

However, the moment he took out the Recording Stone.

He was surprised to find that Dizang beside him had made the exact same move!

Dizang also held a Recording Stone in his hand.

He was madly recording Maitreya, who was drooling, and Medicine Master, who was wearing an apron, from extremely tricky angles.

The two men exchanged a knowing smile; there was no need for words.

Zhao Gongming even transmitted his divine sense.

"Junior Brother Dizang is indeed on the same wavelength."

Dizang also gave an embarrassed smile and spoke nonsense with a serious face.

"Ahem, Senior Brother Zhao flatters me. I'm merely recording the bits and pieces of my cultivation."

As Medicine Master finished his song, he stopped shaking the rattle, still wanting more.

Immediately after, the intelligence-lowering law dissipated, and Maitreya's cross-eyes slowly returned to normal.

At the same time, he subconsciously sucked back the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Uh..."

Maitreya shook his head, his eyes filled with confusion.

"What happened?"

"I seem to have had a very, very long dream just now, and in it, there was a big-headed son..."

He looked at Medicine Master, who had already taken off his apron and returned to normal.

Then he looked at Zhao Gongming and Dizang, who were trying to suppress their laughter.

A sudden ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

"Senior Brother, I... I didn't do anything weird just now, did I?"

Zhao Gongming and Dizang exchanged a glance and chuckled.

"It's nothing major."

Zhao Gongming waved his hand, and a light screen materialized out of thin air.

On the screen, Maitreya was cross-eyed, drooling.

He clapped his hands and giggled foolishly.

"Hehehe... Drinky-drinky... Aba aba..."

His appearance was even more pure than the village idiot from next door.

"!!!"

Maitreya stared at himself on the screen, and his entire being instantly petrified, then cracked, and finally crumbled.

It felt like waking up from a blackout after a bender.

The next morning, your friend shoves a video of you doing a striptease on the table in your face.

Social Death!

Ultimate Social Death!

"This... is this me?!"

"No, this isn't me, it's an illusion, it's a demon of my heart!"

Maitreya clutched his head and let out a despairing wail.

Thump!

Maitreya's knees buckled, and he knelt before the three of them.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Zhao, Junior Brother Dizang!"

"I'm kneeling before you!"

"Please, delete it, I beg you, delete it!"

"If this gets out, how will I, Maitreya, ever get by in the Western Teachings again!"

"How can I keep smiling, I'll cry myself to death!"

Seeing Maitreya's tearful state, the cave dwelling erupted in joyous laughter.

Even the usually stern Medicine Master's lips were twitching wildly, inwardly reveling.

"Serves you right for laughing at me when I spat blood earlier!"

"Now look, everyone's experienced Social Death, it's only fair!"