"My brain isn't broken, Brother Yao. Isn't yours the one that's broken? A normal man having no interest in women at all—could it be that you fancy men and like playing the woman in bed?"
Tang Yu clicked his tongue twice, raising his voice as loudly as possible.
"Shut up. Your Dao Heart isn't pure enough, yet you dare try to corrupt mine? Today, you will undoubtedly die."
Yao Juye shouted in a deep voice.
"See that? He's rattled. I hit the nail on the head."
Clearly feeling the pressure around him intensify once more, Tang Yu instead smiled at the surrounding spectators. "None of you should spread word of what happened today, lest Brother Yao get angry and kill you all to silence you."
"..."
The surrounding Mahayana cultivators suddenly found themselves unable to laugh.
This melon was fucking poisonous!
"And Brother Yao, since you insist that your lack of interest in female cultivators is because your Dao Heart is so pure, let me test you and see whether you truly regard feminine beauty as nothing."
Tang Yu laughed heartily and formed hand seals with both hands. A moment later, his body transformed into a curvaceous, voluptuous female cultivator, her robe almost translucent.
That tantalizing, half-veiled allure made quite a few of the male Mahayana cultivators watching stare wide-eyed.
This bastard surnamed Tang really knew what he was doing!
Yao Juye's eyes swept over her rapidly before immediately withdrawing. His expression remained calm as he said, "You think such petty tricks can corrupt my Dao Heart? Ridiculous. I don't know how someone like you managed to cultivate to the Tribulation Transcendence stage."
"You deliberately glanced at the chest just now. Your challenge to go one second without looking at breasts has failed. It seems Brother Yao still has women