Unfilial Son, Kneel! Isn't This Scene a Bit Too Abstract?

On the Qilin Cliff of Kunlun Mountain, this place was the sacred site of the Three Pure Ones.

It was also one of the top blessed caves and celestial grottoes on Kunlun Mountain.

But now, it was thick with a heavy smell of gunpowder.

Daoist Ci Hang held the Pure Glazed Vase, looking down at Bixiao from a height.

His brows were tightly knit, his tone carrying the characteristic lecturing air of the Chan Sect.

"Junior Sister Bixiao, this is the sacred site of the Three Pure Ones, a place of quiet cultivation."

"Your reckless charging about and causing a disturbance—disturbing the spirit beasts is a minor matter."

"But if you offend the elders, that would be a disgrace to Martial Uncle Tongtian's face!"

"Our Chan Sect follows the way of heaven and men, adhering to rules and regulations."

"How can you be so ignorant of propriety? It infuriates me!"

Bixiao had always been hot-tempered; how could she stomach such sarcastic, veiled words?

Her willow-leaf brows shot up, and she pointed her longsword, crying out sharply.

"Ci Hang, you half-man half-woman, don't try to crush me with your grand principles!"

"I'm just strolling through my master's sacred site—what right do you have to lecture me?"

"As for you, always looking down from on high, flaunting that broken vase of yours like it's something special, aren't you?!"

Their quarrel wasn't deliberately suppressed, and soon drew a few streaks of escape light from nearby.

The first to arrive was a youth in a Eight Trigrams Daoist robe, with a languid expression.

He was none other than Grand Master Xuandu of the Human Teachings.

He had been gathering herbs nearby and came to check on the commotion.

Right after, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun of the Chan Sect and Golden Spirit Holy Mother of the Jie Sect descended from their clouds one after another.

"It seems to be Junior Sister Bixiao and Ci Hang—how did they start arguing?"

Manjushri frowned, a flicker of displeasure in his eyes.

"These Jie Sect disciples are truly becoming more and more unruly."

Golden Spirit Holy Mother's face turned cold.

With a flicker of her form, she landed beside Bixiao.

Subtly taking a protective stance.

In the arena, Ci Hang saw the growing crowd of onlookers.

Feeling his face was lost, his expression darkened completely.

A powerful pressure, belonging to the late Golden Immortal Realm, erupted from Ci Hang, stirring the surrounding spiritual energy.

"Utterly obstinate and unrepentant! Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of Third Martial Uncle!"

Seeing this, Golden Spirit Holy Mother's heart sank.

Bixiao had only recently broken through to the Golden Immortal Realm, her foundation still shallow.

But Ci Hang had been steeped in the Golden Immortal Realm for years.

Moreover, he held a spiritual treasure bestowed by Yuanshi Tianzun.

If it came to a real fight, Bixiao would definitely be at a disadvantage!

"Junior Brother Ci Hang, there's no need for this..."

Golden Spirit Holy Mother was about to step forward to intervene.

But Bixiao moved faster than her!

"You want to teach me a lesson? You're not worthy!"

Bixiao didn't retreat; instead, a gleam of excited fervor flashed in her eyes.

She countered by offering up the ancient longsword Zhao Gongming had given her.

Without any flashy fluctuations of magical power, nor summoning any celestial phenomena.

She simply raised the sword and swung it straight at Ci Hang!

"Nonsense!"

Manjushri sneered from nearby, his eyes full of contempt.

"Facing Junior Brother Ci Hang's Glazed Vase, she dares to use such a low-grade weapon to clash head-on?"

"This Bixiao is simply asking for humiliation, asking for trouble!"

Golden Spirit Holy Mother's heart also leaped.

It's over—how could this girl be so reckless!

Grand Master Xuandu, who had been watching from the sidelines, saw this.

He let out a helpless sigh, just about to raise a hand and send out a strand of divine power to separate the two.

"Junior Brothers and Sisters, please hold your—"

Yet, before he could finish his words.

They were abruptly cut off by a piercing, deeply emotional wail of anguish.

There, Bixiao, who had been raising her sword to strike down, suddenly had red-rimmed eyes.

Her expression twisted into one of heart-wrenching grief, as if she had suffered some immense injustice.

She strained her voice and shouted at Daoist Ci Hang.

"Unfilial Son!!!"

"Your father's heart aches!!!"

That single cry was earth-shattering, piercing through the clouds and splitting rocks.

Xuandu, who had been about to act, froze mid-motion, his hand suspended in the air, utterly dumbfounded.

Wenshu, who had been ready to watch the show, nearly choked on his own saliva, his eyes bulging out.

Even Golden Spirit Holy Mother stumbled, her face full of shock.

What was going on?

If you're going to fight, just fight—why are you hurling insults?

And such... a twisted family drama?

"Courting death!" Wenshu sneered inwardly.

"How dare she humiliate Ci Hang like this. He will surely erupt in thunderous rage."

"This Bixiao is probably about to be beaten half to death!"

Ci Hang himself was burning with fury.

He was just about to activate the Pure Glazed Vase to suppress this reckless girl who didn't know her place.

But in the next instant.

An indescribable, irresistible, bizarre rule-based power descended upon him in an instant.

Ci Hang realized in terror that the divine power within him had instantly solidified, and his body was no longer under his control!

Under the horrified, disbelieving gazes of everyone present.

The once-lofty Daoist Ci Hang actually teleported out of thin air.

He flashed directly in front of Bixiao.

And then.

"Thud!"

Ci Hang's knees slammed heavily onto the ground, his back ramrod straight.

His hands shot up faster than lightning, palms facing each other.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound of palms meeting.

Daoist Ci Hang knelt on the ground, his hands precisely and devoutly...

Catching the long sword Bixiao had swung down.

100% Barehanded Blade Catch, achieved!

A deathly silence fell.

Even the wind on Kunlun Mountain seemed to have stopped.

Bixiao maintained her sword-swinging stance, staring at Ci Hang kneeling before her.

Though she had mentally prepared herself, witnessing this scene with her own eyes still sent a thrill of satisfaction tingling through her scalp.

As for Ci Hang, he knelt there, hands clasping the sword.

Looking up at Bixiao, his mind was completely blank.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Why am I kneeling?

The two of them just stared at each other, eyes wide.

The scene was arguably the most absurdly awkward moment since the dawn of the Primordial Era.

The three onlookers nearby felt their entire worldview collapse.

Grand Master Xuandu's mouth hung open, his Whisk nearly slipping from his grasp.

A storm of thoughts raged in his mind.

"S-s-s... Cihang actually knelt?"

"And he knelt so readily, so practiced?"

"Could it be... could Cihang really be Junior Sister Bixiao's long-lost..."

"Otherwise, how do you explain him dropping to his knees the moment she called him 'Unfilial Son'?"

"There must be a great karmic cause behind this!"

On the other side, the disdain on Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun's face had twisted into terror.

He stared at Cihang, who knelt to receive the sword, and howled inwardly.

"Cihang, what are you doing, Cihang!"

"Why are you kneeling!"

"That's Bixiao of the Jie Sect!"

"Where's your dignity, your pride? Have you cultivated yourself stupid?"

"You're insane!"

But the most spectacular reaction belonged to Golden Spirit Holy Mother.

First, she was stunned. Then, her gaze gradually turned strange.

Finally, a thick spark of gossip flickered in her eyes.

She looked at the sword in Bixiao's hand, then at Cihang kneeling bolt-upright, and mused to herself.

"Something's off. Nine parts off out of ten."

"What Bixiao just shouted was 'your father'..."

"And this sword, I heard Senior Brother Gongming gave it to her..."

"If Cihang really is Bixiao's unfilial son, then the child's real father..."

Golden Spirit Holy Mother's mind conjured Zhao Gongming's heroic, resolute face.

Then she glanced at the fair-skinned Cihang on the ground.

"S-s-s... Senior Brother Gongming, you hide things deep!"

And so, amid everyone's wild imaginations and Cihang's utter bewilderment, the scene ground to an awkward halt.

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