Real men should do men! Yuanshi: Believe it or not, I'll slap you with the Pangu Banner?

Jie Yin's eyelids twitched, but looking at Huang Long still roaring madly in the arena, he could only brace himself and say.

"Never mind, saving people is the priority."

"Medicine Master, since you have a magic treasure, hurry up and make your move!"

The Pharmacist Daoist took a deep breath and walked out with a look of tragic determination.

"Yes, Master!"

Meanwhile, the Maitreya Daoist beside him was incredibly quick.

He casually pulled out a Top Grade Recording Stone and poured his magic power into it.

He aimed the lens at the center of the arena, his eyes flashing with the thrill of revenge.

Zhao Gongming stood to the side, watching Maitreya rub his hands together in anticipation, and couldn't help but retort.

"Junior Brother Maitreya, is it really necessary?"

"We're all fellow disciples, isn't your schadenfreude a bit too obvious?"

Maitreya replied without turning his head, gritting his teeth.

"Senior Brother, you don't understand!"

"That feeling of Social Death is too lonely!"

"Only by dragging others down with me can my heart find a shred of solace!"

"Senior Brother Huang Long, I'm sorry, but for my Dao Heart, you'll have to make a sacrifice!"

Just then, the Pharmacist Daoist in the arena no longer hesitated.

He vigorously shook the Wisdom-Reducing Rattle Drum in his hand.

Buzz--!

The familiar pink smoke rose again.

The next moment, the entire arena fell silent.

The Pharmacist Daoist, who had been solemn and dignified moments before.

Now inexplicably wore a pink lace apron.

He held a giant baby bottle in his left hand and the rattle drum in his right.

A benevolent, aunt-like smile graced his face.

"What the hell?!"

"What kind of situation is this?!"

The disciples of the Three Teachings' eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

"Senior Brother Huang Long was possessed by ill fortune, but Senior Brother Medicine Master looks like he's been taken over by an Outer Realm Demon!"

"Are the Western Teachings really this wild? What's this new look?"

On the high platform, the faces of the Two Sages of the West instantly turned darker than the bottom of a pot.

Jie Yin covered his face, and Zhun Ti's mouth twitched.

"This... what kind of image is this?"

"It's an insult to our reputation, a complete insult!"

As everyone was in shock, Daoist Ci Hang looked at Medicine Master's outfit.

He was reminded of his own Magic Fairy Skirt and felt a pang of empathy, his cheeks burning.

As if possessed, he sidled up to Zhao Gongming, blushing, and asked in a low voice.

"That Junior Brother Zhao..."

"Senior Brother has a question, I don't know if I should ask it."

"Why are all the magic treasures you forge so strange? Female attire, aprons..."

Ci Hang's eyes flickered, filled with a mix of curiosity and dread.

"Junior Brother, you... do you have any peculiar fetishes?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming turned to look at Ci Hang's fair, rosy, and alluring face.

A mischievous urge to tease him suddenly surged within him.

So, Zhao Gongming's expression turned serious, becoming incredibly solemn.

Even with a touch of philosophical depth, he said earnestly.

"Senior Brother, you are too attached to appearances."

"Yin and Yang complement each other, and the Great Dao is simple."

"Moreover..."

Zhao Gongming leaned close to Cihang's ear, lowering his voice, and said in a magnetic tone.

"You're right, senior brother."

"A real man... should go for men!"

These words struck Cihang like a bolt of divine lightning from the heavens, hitting him directly on the crown of his head.

Cihang's face instantly turned as red as if it could bleed, and his whole body hunched over like a cooked shrimp.

Little Nanliang's stats instantly surged.

He stumbled back two steps in terror, clutching his chest with both hands, his voice trembling and choked with tears as he asked urgently.

"Bro... brother!"

"You're joking, right?!"

"Quick, tell me you're joking!"

"Please, I'm scared, brother, I'm really scared!"

Seeing Cihang looking as if he were about to cry from fear.

Zhao Gongming was satisfied and withdrew his mischievous intent, bursting into laughter.

"Hahahaha, I was just teasing you, senior brother, don't be afraid, I'm straight."

"Phew..." Cihang let out a long breath, patting his chest.

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It felt like he had just walked through the gates of hell and back.

On the high platform, although Zhun Ti Daoist couldn't hear what they were saying.

He couldn't help but send a divine sense transmission to Tongtian upon seeing their expressions.

"Senior Brother Tongtian, your disciple's mind is truly unconventional, he can chat with anyone."

Sect Master Tongtian also felt a bit awkward and coughed twice.

"Cough, cough, just a joke between brothers, it's harmless, harmless."

Just then, the Pharmacist Daoist in the arena finally finished gathering his strength.

With a flash, he completely ignored the violent tribulation energy surrounding Huang Long.

Like a kind old father, he scooped up the rampaging Huang Long into his arms!

Then, shaking a rattle, he opened his mouth and sang passionately.

"Big Head Son, Small Head Dad."

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

"The son's head is big, his hands are small."

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

"Big hands hold small hands, walking without fear of slipping."

"Walking and walking, in the blink of an eye, the son grows up~"

This sudden children's song, combined with the Pharmacist's magnetic voice, instantly stunned the entire audience.

Everyone's mouths hung open, feeling like their worldview had shattered.

Sect Master Tongtian was amused and turned to Jie Yin, teasing him.

"Junior Brother Jie Yin, I didn't realize."

"Your disciple is quite something, isn't he!"

"That singing voice, those moves, that apron... tsk tsk, quite a unique charm."

Daoist Jie Yin's old face flushed red, and he coughed twice, trying to explain.

"Cough, cough... it's all the magic treasure's effect, the magic treasure's effect."

"The Pharmacist is usually very steady, he's not like this, really not like this."

However, the effect was immediate.

As the song began, the strange wisdom-reducing law instantly enveloped Huang Long.

Huang Long's originally crimson eyes rapidly lost their bloodstain.

They were replaced by a look of clear stupidity.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

Streams of black tribulation energy and karma, as if disgusted by Huang Long's foolishness, automatically erupted from his body and dissipated into the heavens and earth.

Immediately after, Yellow Dragon True Person's expression completely changed.

His mouth twisted, his eyes crossed, and his tongue stuck out halfway.

Drooling, he made unintelligible sounds.

"Hehehehe..."

"Ababa... Patrick... catching jellyfish..."

He looked like a Primordial World version of the idiotic Patrick Star.

"Hiss!"

Laozi gasped, his eyes filled with shock.

"The tribulation energy was actually removed?!"

"And it didn't damage a single bit of Yellow Dragon's soul origin, it just made him... temporarily stupid?"

"This is simply divine skill!"

"Zhao Gongming's talent in the Dao of Artifacts is truly extraordinary!"

Sect Master Tongtian was even more excited.

He directly slapped Yuanshi Tianzun's shoulder and pointed at Yellow Dragon, laughing heartily.

"Hahahaha, Second Brother, look!"

"Your disciple has become an idiot, hahahaha!"

"Look at him drooling, so cute!"

Yuanshi Tianzun had initially breathed a sigh of relief that Yellow Dragon was saved.

Upon hearing this, his face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He abruptly turned his head, stared intently at Tongtian, and gritted his teeth.

"Tongtian!!!"

"Do you believe I'll bring out the Pangu Banner right now and smack you in the face with it, turning you into an idiot?!"

Sensing his Second Brother's genuine killing intent, Sect Master Tongtian instantly flinched and gave a sheepish smile.

"Cough, just kidding, Second Brother, don't take it seriously."

At this moment, Zhun Ti, who was standing nearby, sidled over.

He gloatingly whispered a few words to sow discord.

"Brother Tongtian, this is wrong of you. How can you speak about Nephew Yellow Dragon like that?"

Sect Master Tongtian, who was already looking for an outlet for his anger, heard Zhun Ti's words.

His eyes immediately widened, and he turned to glare at Zhun Ti, spitting furiously.

"Get lost!"

"I don't dare to hit my brother, but I don't dare to hit you?!"

"Do you believe I'll pull out your Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree?!"

Zhun Ti: "..."

So I'm just an easy target, am I?