Cihang, Who Became "Little Nanliang," and Golden Spirit Holy Mother's Strange Glare

"I want one, Senior Brother Gongming, I want one too!"

"Senior Brother, I'm not afraid of being called an unfilial son, I can even call you ancestor!"

"As long as I can make those guys from the Chan Sect kneel, I'll do anything!"

"Exactly, although this magic treasure is a bit... well, you know, to use."

"But it's still better than being looked down upon by those guys from the Chan Sect and then getting beaten, right?"

"Embarrassment is the privilege of the victor!"

"Look how perfectly Senior Brother Cihang is kneeling, that's what winning looks like!"

As Zhao Gongming's casually refined misunderstanding was resolved.

The surrounding Jie Sect disciples did not retreat in the slightest.

Instead, their eyes burned with fervor, wishing they could immediately grab onto Zhao Gongming's leg.

In the Primordial World, strength is the ultimate truth.

As long as one can win, what is Social Death?

What's more, seeing the high and mighty Chan Sect Golden Immortals kneeling before them.

That sense of exhilaration was enough to offset all shame!

Zhao Gongming looked at his excited junior brothers and sisters.

Although he was happy that his brand had been established, he was also a little troubled.

The System's new restrictions were very clear.

It required providing heavenly materials and earthly treasures specified by the System.

The word "specified" often implied rarity and preciousness.

It might even require something with a special karma.

Most of these people were Outer Sect disciples.

There were even many registered disciples whose pockets were cleaner than their faces.

Where could they get any decent divine materials?

If he refused directly, he would seem too unkind as the Senior Disciple Brother.

Zhao Gongming's eyes rolled, and he immediately put on an air of profound mystery befitting a master.

He raised his hands to press down, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

"My fellow junior brothers and sisters, please remain calm."

"Although I have the means to refine such conceptual magic treasures."

"As the saying goes, even the cleverest housewife cannot cook without rice."

"Conceptual Level Magic Treasures seize the creation of heaven and earth, and disrupt yin and yang karma."

"Ordinary copper, iron, and common metals cannot bear such terrifying law power."

Having said that, Zhao Gongming paused, his tone becoming serious.

"If you wish to refine them, you must provide top-tier heavenly materials and earthly treasures containing special Dao charm."

"Furthermore, the materials required for each magic treasure are fixed, and cannot be obtained without great fortune."

"It is not that your Senior Brother is stingy, but rather that the materials are difficult to find."

As soon as these words were spoken, the previously restless crowd instantly calmed down considerably.

That's right!

This was a heaven-defying magic treasure that could make Golden Immortals kneel.

If it could be refined with just any piece of iron, that would be unreasonable!

"So that's how it is, it seems we oversimplified things."

"Top-tier heavenly materials and earthly treasures, huh? Alright, for this magic treasure, I'll go to the depths of the East Sea to search for treasures!"

"I'll go too, I don't believe I can't find it!"

For a moment, the Jie Sect disciples were not disappointed, but instead became more spirited.

With a threshold, the magic treasure became even more precious in their hearts.

In the crowd, Golden Spirit Holy Mother, who had been silently observing, had her beautiful eyes darting around as she thought to herself.

"Top-tier heavenly materials and earthly treasures?"

"The Outer Sect disciples don't have them, but as a personal disciple."

"Master bestowed many good things back then..."

"If I could have Senior Brother Gongming refine one for me..."

"Even if the side effects are a bit strange, it would be a life-saving trump card at a critical moment."

Golden Spirit Holy Mother made up her mind. Once this farce was over, she would find Zhao Gongming privately for a good talk.

And just at this moment.

The figure kneeling in the center of the arena for a long time finally moved.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Bixiao had only just broken through to Golden Immortal. Maintaining such a heartbreaking, Father's Love is Like a Mountain level of extreme emotional state was also extremely draining.

She was tired of shouting, and as her emotions relaxed, the long sword in her hand drooped slightly.

Hum--

The rule power that had been madly suppressing Cihang suddenly receded like a tide.

"Wuu..."

A soft, whimpering, heartbroken sound suddenly came from Cihang's mouth.

He no longer had the will to fight and simply collapsed onto the ground, covering his face with his hands, his whole body trembling.

Humiliating!

It was truly too humiliating!

To be knelt on the ground and insulted by Bixiao for so long in front of so many fellow disciples.

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Cihang, who already had a feminine appearance and a touch of delicate beauty, was like the Primordial World's version of Little Orchid and Yuanyuan, as Zhao Gongming would say.

At this moment, his face was flushed red with shame and indignation.

A few tears, shed from humiliation, hung in the corners of his eyes.

This scene, in the eyes of those around him, inexplicably evoked a strange sense of pitiful vulnerability.

"You know what, I don't think Senior Brother Cihang is completely undateable!"

A Jie Sect disciple, who clearly didn't know any better, muttered quietly.

"Could this be the legendary Little Nanliang?"

Hearing the discussions of his fellow disciples around him, Cihang's face turned even redder with shyness, as if he could squeeze water out of it.

He stood up, wanting to utter some harsh words, but he didn't know how to curse at all!

"Zhao Gongming, Bixiao, I will remember today's shame. We'll settle this later!"

As he spoke, his voice carried a hint of a sob, making him sound even more adorable.

The rough men of the Jie Sect around them could barely contain their "auntie smiles."

This made Cihang not want to linger at all.

He grabbed Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, who was standing beside him with a stunned expression, and took to the sky with his escape light. His retreating figure looked utterly pathetic no matter how you looked at it.

Mid-air.

Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun looked at Cihang beside him, who was still wiping his tears, his face as red as a monkey's backside.

The fire of gossip in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

He hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but send a telepathic message.

"Um... Junior Brother Cihang..."

"Although that scene just now was very awkward, Senior Brother still wants to ask..."

"Those rumors going around... about you and Bixiao."

"And Zhao Gongming... is there really nothing going on?"

"After all, you were kneeling so naturally just now..."

Cihang, who was flying at high speed, suddenly froze, almost falling off the cloud.

He turned his head and stared at Wenshu with a murderous glare, roaring hysterically.

"Wenshu!!!"

"I told you it was a magic treasure, it was a problem with the magic treasure!"

"There's nothing between me and them, nothing!!"

"If you ask again, I'll fight you to the death!!"

Seeing Cihang completely break down.

Wenshu flinched and dared not speak further.

The two turned into streams of light and disappeared into the sky.

"Oho, we won!"

"Senior Sister Bixiao is mighty, Senior Brother Gongming is mighty!"

As the two from the Chan Sect departed.

A thunderous cheer erupted on Qilin Cliff.

The disciples of the Jie Sect held their heads high, as if it were a festival.

Bixiao even triumphantly brandished the Sword of Father's Love Like a Mountain in her hand.

Like a young general returning victorious.

"Hmph, he was smart to run fast."

"Next time he dares to come, I'll make him kneel all day!"

Zhao Gongming watched this scene, his heart also filled with excitement.

After this battle, his reputation was truly established.

Next, he would just have to wait for those fellow disciples who wanted to take shortcuts to bring treasures and beg him!

"Alright, alright, disperse now, everyone go back to your cultivation."

Zhao Gongming was in a great mood and called out to his three sisters.

"Let's go back to Three Immortals Cave, we'll continue our discussions and celebrate!"

"Yay, I want to listen to Big Brother lecture!" Qiongxiao happily linked arms with Zhao Gongming.

Yunxiao also smiled and nodded, her gaze towards her Big Brother filled with a bit more admiration.

The four of them left, chatting and laughing as they rode the clouds.

And behind them, Golden Spirit Holy Mother, who had not yet left, remained standing in place.

She watched Zhao Gongming surrounded by the Three Xiaos.

Especially Bixiao, who was excitedly chattering and sticking close to Zhao Gongming.

Qiongxiao linked arms, Yunxiao gazed tenderly…

Golden Spirit Holy Mother stroked her chin.

Her eyes gradually became meaningful.

A knowing smile played on her lips.

"A family of four… tsk tsk tsk."

"Senior Brother Gongming, you still say you're not into incest?"

"This atmosphere, even without that Unfilial Son Cihang, looks quite ambiguous…"