Di Jiang: If I Go Two Days Without Insulting Him, Won't I Be Building Up... Zhao Gongming Gets His Parents Called In!

Before Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi lay sprawled on the ground, looking utterly miserable.

He clutched his butt with both hands, veins bulging on his forehead as cold sweat streamed down his cheeks.

His usually dignified, otherworldly face was now full of humiliation and grief.

"Brother... help... help me up."

Zhen Yuanzi's voice trembled like a candle flickering in the wind.

Ancestor Hong Yun had also been roasted by the lightning, but at least he could still move.

He hurried over and carefully helped Zhen Yuanzi to his feet.

"Big Brother, are you all right?"

"I'm fine... just... a little cracked."

Zhen Yuanzi wobbled until he found his footing, then abruptly looked up.

His bloodshot eyes fixed on Zhao Gongming in the distance.

His gaze was as if he wanted to tear Zhao Gongming apart and swallow him whole.

"So..."

"So you're the one who refined those magic treasures?!"

"Thousand Kills, Collision Scam, Brain-Dead Armor?"

"Zhao Gongming, what the hell is going on in that head of yours?!"

"Why would you refine something that makes sure no one can have children?!"

Zhao Gongming felt Zhen Yuanzi's powerful quasi-sage aura.

And seeing how utterly tragic the other man looked, he felt awkward and guilty.

"Ahem..."

Zhao Gongming took half a step back, raised both hands, and explained with an innocent expression.

"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

"Two Martial Uncles, please hear me out! I absolutely didn't mean for the three Martial Uncles to come here and deal with you!"

"I only refine magic treasures. How the customers use them is their business!"

At that moment, the three culprits—Di Jun, Di Jiang, and East King Duke—very understandingly lined up side by side.

All three wore the same look of innocent confusion.

As if they weren't the ones who'd just been yelling threats and stabbing people to swindle them.

Di Jun looked righteous.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, you've misunderstood."

"I have absolutely no interest in the Primordial Violet Qi. Truly!"

Di Jiang nodded earnestly.

"Right, right! I was just passing by. That was only an excuse to make a move."

East King Duke hid his magic treasure behind his back and looked sincere.

"Mainly, we wanted to test how well the magic treasures worked together!"

"Exactly, exactly! It's as simple as that. That's all there is to it!"

"Get lost!!!"

Zhen Yuanzi couldn't take it anymore. He pointed at the three of them and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"All of you, get lost!"

"Go! I never want to see you again!"

"If you don't leave, I'll detonate the Earth Book and take us all down with me!"

Seeing that Zhen Yuanzi was truly ready to fight to the death,

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Di Jiang, Di Jun, and East King Duke ran faster than rabbits.

In an instant, they vanished without a trace, leaving not even a wisp of exhaust behind.

Only Zhao Gongming remained, standing alone with a dumbfounded look as the wind ruffled his hair.

"What the hell?!"

"They ran? They just ran?!"

Zhao Gongming stared at the empty sky and couldn't help cursing.

"You shameless Martial Uncles!"

"You left me here! Are you even human?!"

"I was so good to you, and I even refined magic treasures for you! This is just like killing the donkey after it's done grinding!"

In the void, three streaks of light sped away.

As they flew, East King Duke glanced back guiltily and asked curiously,

"Um... you two."

"Wasn't it a little over the line to leave Martial Nephew Zhao Gongming there?"

"He refined the magic treasures, and we're the ones who caused trouble. Making him take the blame alone... doesn't seem right, does it?"

Di Jun, however, remained calm, looking as if everything had gone according to plan.

"It's fine."

"Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun are famous for being good-natured. Everyone in the Primordial Era knows it."

"We're the ones who did the bad deed. What does Martial Nephew Zhao have to do with it?"

"They're both famous for holding no grudges. At most, they'll give him an earful."

"Besides, we all know Martial Nephew Zhao's status. He's a personal disciple of the Three Pure Ones, Tongtian's favorite."

"Even if they had a hundred times the nerve, they wouldn't dare do anything to Martial Nephew Zhao."

"So nothing will happen. Don't worry."

Hearing that, Di Jiang nodded slightly and chimed in.

"Mm, that makes sense."

"I also think Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun are good people, the only great benefactors in the Primordial Era."

"Unlike you, Old Bird Di Jun. Your head's full of schemes, and your heart's black!"

Di Jun instantly froze, then turned to glare at Di Jiang.

"What the hell? I'm analyzing the situation here, and I'm not attacking anyone. Why are you insulting me?!"

"What did I ever do to you?"

Di Jiang gave a perfectly justified snort.

"You didn't do anything, but if I go a whole day without insulting you, I feel awful. I get all uncomfortable!"

Seeing this, East King Duke hurriedly stepped in to mediate.

"Come on, come on. Enough insulting."

"Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, say a little less."

"If you go a day without insulting him, you can count it as earning some good karma. Do good deeds and build up your virtue!"

Di Jiang's eyes lit up at once, as if he'd just discovered a whole new world.

"Good karma?"

"Then if I go two days without insulting him, wouldn't I be building up..."

"Shut up!!!"

Before he could finish, Di Jun lost his temper. The veins on his forehead bulged as he roared,

"What kind of brain-dead thing is that?!"

"Do you even know how to talk? If you don't, donate your mouth!"

Di Jiang got angry too and rolled up his sleeves.

"Hey, I've been too nice to you, haven't I?"

"You dare yell at me? Looking for a fight?"

Seeing that things were turning ugly, East King Duke quietly edged away, putting some distance between himself and the two of them as he thought,

"Go ahead and fight. Just make sure none of the blood splashes on me."

Without a word, Di Jiang deftly pulled out that shabby stretcher.

He tossed it into the void, lay down on it, and pointed at Di Jun.

"Come on, pay up! You yelled at me and scared me just now. I want compensation for emotional distress!"

Di Jun smirked as his Golden Armor appeared. He spread his arms wide.

"Try and kill me!"

"Come on, idiot! Hit me right here!"

Di Jiang lay on the stretcher and played the victim.

"I'm not getting up until you pay!"

Di Jun stood there in his armor, begging for a beating.

"If you don't hit me, I'm not paying!"

"Fine, then we'll just stay like this and see who can last longer!"

The two of them stood off in the void, one lying down and the other standing, staring each other down.

East King Duke pulled out a handful of melon seeds from a distance and watched the show as he cracked them, sighing,

"Ah, life really is delightful."

"As long as you're not the one getting beaten, watching someone else get beaten is a pleasure too."

Before Wuzhuang Temple, Zhao Gongming was just about to sneak away when he turned around and found two Daoists blocking his path.

One was Zhen Yuanzi, his face dark and a hand covering his butt; the other was Hong Yun, charred all over and wearing a resentful expression.

Both of them stared at Zhao Gongming unkindly, their eyes full of menace.

Zhen Yuanzi asked ominously,

"Martial Nephew Zhao, where do you think you're going?"

Zhao Gongming immediately raised both hands in surrender and put on an obedient expression.

"Don't hit me! Two Martial Uncles, please don't hit me!"

"If there's a problem, go find my master. My master is Tongtian, and he's at Kunlun Mountain!"

"I'm innocent! I was forced into this!"

Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun looked at each other, both seeing the resolve in the other's eyes.

"Hmph, go find your master?"

"That's exactly what we intend to do!"

Zhen Yuanzi grabbed Zhao Gongming by the arm and said through gritted teeth,

"Come with us to Kunlun Mountain!"

"I must ask Senior Brother Tongtian about this in person!"

"What on earth has he been teaching his disciples to do all day?!"

"Refining such despicable magic treasures—doesn't he have any dignity as a saint's disciple?!"

"If we don't get an explanation today, this isn't over!"