Real Men Should Go for Men! Yuanshi: Believe It or Not, I'll Smack You in the Face with the Pangu Banner!

Jie Yin's eyelid twitched, but seeing Huang Long still roaring wildly in the middle of the arena, he could only steel himself and say,

"Never mind. Saving him is what matters."

"Medicine Master, since you have a magic treasure, hurry up and use it!"

Pharmacist Daoist took a deep breath and stepped forward with a tragic expression.

"Yes, Master!"

Meanwhile, Maitreya Daoist was lightning-fast.

He whipped 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 glittering with the thrill of revenge.

Zhao Gongming stood to one side. Looking at Maitreya's eager expression, like a fly rubbing its hands together, he couldn't help complaining.

"Junior Brother Maitreya, is that really necessary?"

"We're all fellow disciples. Isn't your gloating a little too obvious?"

Without even turning his head, Maitreya gritted his teeth and said,

"Senior Brother, you don't understand!"

"That feeling of Social Death is too lonely!"

"Only by dragging someone else down with me can I find even a little comfort!"

"Senior Brother Huang Long, I'm sorry. For the sake of your junior brother's Dao Heart, you'll just have to make this sacrifice!"

At that moment, Pharmacist Daoist in the arena stopped hesitating.

He gave the Wisdom-Reducing Rattle Drum in his hand a mighty shake.

Buzzz—!

Familiar pink smoke billowed up once again.

The next moment, the entire arena fell silent.

The once dignified and solemn Pharmacist Daoist—

now inexplicably wore a pink lace apron.

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

A benevolent, auntie-like smile spread across his face.

"What the hell?!"

"What is going on?!"

The Three Teachings' disciples stared so hard their eyes nearly popped out.

"Senior Brother Huang Long was possessed by Tribulation Qi, but Senior Brother Medicine Master looks like he's been possessed by an extraterrestrial demon!"

"The Western Teachings are really into some weird stuff. What kind of new look is this?"

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

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

"W-what kind of look is this?"

"This is an insult to respectable society, an insult to respectable society!"

As everyone stood there in shock,

Daoist Ci Hang looked at Pharmacist Daoist's outfit.

Remembering his own Magic Fairy Skirt, he felt an instant kinship, and his cheeks burned.

As if in a trance, he sidled up to Zhao Gongming, blushing as he asked in a low voice,

"Um, Junior Brother Zhao..."

"Your senior brother has a question. I'm not sure if I should ask."

"Why are all the magic treasures you make so strange? First women's clothes, now an apron..."

Cihang's eyes darted about, curiosity and alarm in his expression.

"Junior Brother, do you... have some special preferences?"

At his words, Zhao Gongming turned to look at Cihang's fair, rosy, breathtakingly lovely face.

A mischievous urge to tease him suddenly rose in his heart.

So Zhao Gongming straightened his expression, turning utterly serious.

With a hint of philosophical gravitas, he said solemnly,

"Senior Brother, you're getting attached to appearances."

"Yin-Yang complement each other; the Great Dao is simplicity itself."

"And besides..."

Zhao Gongming leaned close to Cihang's ear and lowered his voice, speaking in a rich, magnetic tone.

"You're right, Senior Brother."

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

The words struck Cihang like a divine thunderbolt from the highest heavens, hitting him right on the crown of his head.

His face turned so red it looked ready to drip blood, and he curled up like a cooked shrimp.

Little Nanliang's instincts erupted in full force.

He staggered back two steps, shielding his chest with both hands. His voice trembled, nearly breaking into tears as he asked urgently,

"S-Senior Brother!"

"You're joking, right?!"

"Quick, tell me you're joking!"

"Please, I'm scared. Junior Brother, I'm really scared!"

Seeing Cihang looking like he was about to cry from fright,

Zhao Gongming finally put his mischievous thoughts away, satisfied, and laughed out loud.

"Ha ha ha ha! I was just teasing you. Don't be afraid, Senior Brother. I'm straight."

"Phew..." Cihang let out a long breath and patted his chest.

He felt as though he'd just come back from the brink of death.

On the high platform, Zhun Ti hadn't heard what the two of them were saying.

But seeing their expressions, he couldn't help sending a thought transmission to Tongtian.

"Senior Brother Tongtian, your disciple really does have a way of thinking that jumps all over the place. He can chat with anyone about anything."

Sect Master Tongtian felt a little awkward too. He cleared his throat twice.

"Ahem. Just a joke between brothers. No harm done, no harm done."

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

He blurred forward, completely ignoring the violent Tribulation Qi surrounding Huang Long.

Like a kind old father, he swept the raving Huang Long into his arms!

Then he shook the rattle drum, opened his mouth, and sang with deep feeling.

"Big-Head Son and Little-Head Dad."

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

"The son has a big head and little hands."

"The dad has a small head and big hands."

"Big hands holding little hands, walking without fear of slipping."

"Walk and walk, and in the blink of an eye, the son grows up~"

The unexpected nursery rhyme, paired with Pharmacist Daoist's rich, magnetic voice, instantly stunned the entire arena.

Everyone's mouths hung open, feeling as if their entire worldview had shattered.

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

"Junior Brother Jie Yin, I didn't know!"

"Your disciple is pretty damn talented too!"

"That voice, that figure, that apron... tsk, what a unique charm."

Jie Yin's old face reddened. He coughed twice and hurriedly made an excuse.

"Ahem... It's all because of the magic treasure, the magic treasure."

"Medicine Master is usually very composed. He's not normally like this, really."

The effect, however, was immediate.

As the song rang out, that bizarre law of wisdom reduction instantly enveloped Huang Long.

Huang Long's eyes, red as blood just moments ago, quickly cleared.

In their place was a look of pure, innocent stupidity.

Sizzle, sizzle!

Strands of black Tribulation Qi and karmic force seemed to find Huang Long too stupid for their liking.

They burst out of his body on their own and dispersed into the world.

Then Huang Long's expression changed completely.

His mouth sagged to one side, his eyes crossed, and half his tongue lolled out.

Drooling, he made a series of unintelligible sounds.

"Heh heh heh..."

"Abba abba... Patrick Star... catch jellyfish..."

He looked like the Primordial Era's very own dimwitted Patrick Star.

"Hiss!"

Laozi drew in a sharp breath, his eyes full of shock.

"The Tribulation Qi really was removed?!"

"And Huang Long's soul and its origin weren't harmed in the slightest. He's just... temporarily become stupid?"

"This is truly a miraculous feat!"

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

Sect Master Tongtian was even more excited.

He slapped Yuanshi Tianzun on the shoulder beside him, pointed at Huang Long, and burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha! Second Brother, look!"

"Your disciple's turned into an idiot! Ha ha ha ha!"

"Look at him drooling! How cute!"

Yuanshi Tianzun had just been breathing a sigh of relief that Huang Long was saved.

At those words, his face instantly turned darker than a wok.

He whipped around, glared at Tongtian, and ground out,

"Tongtian!!!"

"Believe it or not, I'll summon the Pangu Banner right now and smack you in the face with it, until you're an idiot too?!"

Feeling his second brother's genuine killing intent, Sect Master Tongtian shrank his neck and gave an awkward laugh.

"Ahem. I was just joking. Don't take it seriously, Second Brother."

Just then, Zhun Ti Daoist came over.

He muttered a few gloating, provocative words in a low voice.

"Senior Brother Tongtian, that was out of line. How can you talk about Martial Nephew Huang Long like that?"

Sect Master Tongtian had been looking for somewhere to vent. Hearing Zhun Ti's words,

his eyes immediately widened, and he turned to yell at Zhun Ti.

"Get lost!"

"I don't dare hit my elder brother, but I can hit you!"

"Believe it or not, I'll pull out your Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree?!"

Zhun Ti: "..."

So I'm the easy one to pick on, huh?