Don't Make This Kind of "Long Li" Joke! I Don't Do Incest!

"Something's wrong—twelve kinds of wrong, at least!"

Just then, several streaks of light descended. It was Zhao Gongming, Yunxiao, and Qiongxiao, drawn by the commotion.

The moment they landed, Yunxiao stared at the scene before her, dumbfounded.

Ci Hang, who was usually too proud to look anyone in the eye, was now kneeling in reverence.

Both hands were gripping Bixiao's Holy Sword barehanded, catching it mid-strike.

Bixiao, for her part, was equally absurd, wiping away nonexistent tears.

"Unfilial Son, oh Unfilial Son, your heart is so cruel!"

"Your father's heart aches—it aches so much!"

Qiongxiao rubbed her eyes and muttered.

"Big Sister, I think my cultivation has ruined my eyesight."

"What in the world is Second Sister doing?!"

Yunxiao took a deep breath, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

"Big Brother wasn't lying to us after all."

"This treasure sounds ridiculous, but using it is truly terrifying."

Zhao Gongming watched the scene. Though he had expected it, seeing a Golden Immortal Great Expert forcibly ground into submission with his own eyes

still made him inwardly gasp.

"The system really didn't cheat me. No wonder it's a Conceptual Grade treasure."

"Even if this Ci Hang is a late-stage Golden Immortal, when it's time to kneel, he kneels!"

Just as Zhao Gongming was silently marveling, a faint voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Junior Brother Gongming, I think you're being a bit stingy."

Zhao Gongming turned his head and saw Golden Spirit Holy Mother looking at him with a sly, knowing expression—the kind that said I see you, you've been hiding it well.

Her eyes sparkled with the particular mischief that only a gossip enthusiast could muster.

"Senior Sister Golden Spirit, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Zhao Gongming looked utterly bewildered.

Golden Spirit Holy Mother chuckled, leaned in closer, and lowered her voice.

"Junior Brother, don't keep pretending in front of your clever senior sister."

"I saw it with my own eyes just now—when Ci Hang knelt, it was perfectly smooth, without a hint of defiance."

"If it weren't for the bond of blood thicker than water, how could Ci Hang lose all face and kneel like that?"

"Junior Sister Bixiao is so grief-stricken, and Ci Hang has sincerely acknowledged the relationship, yet you still won't admit it."

"I know now—you are actually Ci Hang's biological father, and Junior Sister Bixiao is his birth mother."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Senior Brother Gongming, I never would have guessed."

"With that honest face of yours, you've got quite the wild side behind closed doors!"

At these words, Yunxiao and Qiongxiao beside him instantly froze.

The way they looked at their Big Brother changed completely.

Zhao Gongming felt like a mouthful of old blood was stuck in his throat, nearly choking him.

What the hell is blood thicker than water?!

What the hell is wild behind closed doors?!

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Zhao Gongming quickly waved his hands, looking at Golden Spirit with a horrified expression.

"Senior Sister Golden Spirit, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't just say whatever you want!"

"This is a matter of reputation!"

"Don't make such a long-li joke!"

Golden Spirit blinked: "What long-li?"

Zhao Gongming's mouth twitched as he instinctively dropped a pun.

"Ethics, ethics—do you understand?!"

"Don't make jokes about ethics!"

"This could cost someone their life!"

While they were bickering, Daoist Ci Hang in the center was already on the verge of collapse.

His body was locked tight by that bizarre rule-based force.

His knees seemed to have taken root, planted into the ground.

His hands were clamped around the sword blade like iron pincers, utterly motionless.

No matter how he drove his magical power, or even tried to burn his essence blood, he couldn't budge that force in the slightest!

What made him even more despairing was that the crazy woman across from him kept adding her own drama!

"Unfilial Son, speak!"

"Why won't you say anything?"

"Is it guilt in your heart?"

Bixiao was getting into her act, even reaching out to pat Cihang on the head.

Cihang's mind was screaming.

I'm talking to your grandpa—let me open my mouth first!

The commotion here was too loud, combined with the earlier quarreling.

More and more disciples of the Three Teachings began gathering toward this spot.

"Look, why's someone kneeling over there?"

"Damn, isn't that Senior Brother Cihang of Chan Sect?"

"Why is he kneeling to Senior Sister Bixiao?"

Among the Jie Sect's Seven Attendant Immortals, Wuyun Xian, Jinguang Xian, and others arrived together.

Seeing this, their eyes nearly popped out.

Right after, Qin Wan and the other Ten Heavenly Lords reached the scene.

More people meant more chatter.

Especially in this Primordial Era, lacking in entertainment.

Gossip spread at the speed of light.

And during the spread, it underwent ridiculously absurd mutations.

A Jie Sect disciple who didn't know the truth grabbed someone nearby and asked.

"Senior Brother, what's going on? Why is Senior Brother Cihang kneeling?"

The person beside him had vaguely heard Golden Spirit Holy Mother's words, so he lowered his voice and said.

"I heard that Cihang is actually Senior Sister Bixiao's godson—they're acknowledging kinship!"

"Huh? Godson?" A third person leaned in, shocked.

"That's not right—I heard Cihang is Senior Sister Bixiao's biological son!"

"Look at that kneeling posture, so standard—it's bloodline suppression!"

"Biological son, then who's the father?"

"Do you even need to ask? Look over there, Senior Brother Zhao Gongming's face is red—it must be him!"

Thus, after several iterations of the rumor, by the time it reached the ears of disciples arriving later, it had become.

"Big news, earth-shattering scoop!"

"Senior Brother Zhao Gongming and Senior Sister Bixiao have long been secretly betrothed."

"They even have a child this big—it's Cihang!"

"Today is the Family of Three reunion, and Cihang, moved by his parents' kindness, knelt on the spot to acknowledge his roots!"

Pfft—!

Zhao Gongming, who had been straining his ears to listen, went numb all over when he heard this rumor so absurd it reached his grandmother's house.

He spun around and roared at the group of disciples still whispering.

"Shut up! All of you shut up!"

"What secret betrothal? What Family of Three!"

"Bixiao and I are siblings!"

"Siblings, understand? I'm not into incest, dammit!!"

Zhao Gongming wanted to cry but had no tears—what was all this nonsense?

He had only come to stand up for his little sister and test out a magic treasure.

How had he become the male lead in a Primordial Era ethics drama?

"No, no—I just casually refined a magic treasure for Junior Sister Bixiao to defend herself."

"What in the world are you people thinking?!"

Zhao Gongming explained, nearly on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, he felt that the future destruction of the Jie Sect might actually have a reason behind it.

But no sooner had Zhao Gongming's frantic words fallen than

countless gazes instantly locked onto him.

Even Xuandu and Wenshu, who had been utterly bewildered a moment ago, were now staring directly at Zhao Gongming, their faces full of stunned disbelief.

No one cared anymore about what "orthopedics" was supposed to mean.

Everyone's attention had been seized by Zhao Gongming's phrase "casually refined."

The gossipy expression on Golden Spirit Holy Mother's face froze solid.

She pointed at the terrifying scene where a Golden Immortal had been rendered helpless, forced to kneel and receive the sword, swallowed her saliva, and asked in disbelief:

"Junior Brother Gongming, what did you just say..."

"That thing that made Cihang kneel—was it actually a magic treasure you casually refined?!"

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