I clicked my tongue, thinking to myself, "This Holy Son is such a coward, he doesn't even want a challenge..."
"My father said you'll be our guide; you'll lead us to the Heavenly Pride Discussion Conference in a bit..."
Tuoba San practically treats my words as imperial edicts, carrying them out without the slightest deviation...
A guide dog?
So what should we do?
Sikong Liang was somewhat bewildered, but he dared not ask and could only silently endure the humiliation…
Then, Tuoba San personally crafted a grand master's chair that could be carried by four people...
"Father, sit down, let those four guys carry you..."
"My mistress is still the most filial..."
I adopted a fatherly tone and praised him, which made Tuoba San a little embarrassed...
I looked at the armchair, but didn't sit down immediately, because I always felt something was missing...
The Faceless Old Man has escaped, and he'll definitely try to rescue Sikong Liang. If they just quietly make their way there, it won't be easy for the other side to find them...
Furthermore, there needs to be a sufficient stimulus for the Crippled Blood Sect to act recklessly to save people, so something must be done…
"Son, do you think something's missing?"
After deciding what to do, I didn't say it immediately. Instead, I looked at Tuoba San beside me and asked...
Tuoba San looked at me blankly, unsure what I was missing, but he didn't refute me. Instead, he patiently asked...
"Father, what do you think is missing?"
“My son is a strong person. What if someone bullies me when you're not around? That's why I need to let everyone know who I am…”
I said with a very serious expression…
Tuoba San nodded in agreement.
"Father, you're right, but how can we let everyone know your identity?"
“Son, I think it would be better if you forged another large banner and erected it on the back of the grand master's chair. Write on the banner, ‘My son is Tuoba San.’ This will not only be imposing, but also let everyone know my identity…”
Hearing my words, Tuoba San said with some difficulty.
"Father, isn't this a bit too ostentatious?"
"Show off? My son is a prodigy, now at the Martial Emperor realm. Don't I have the right to be arrogant? With this banner, let's see who dares to attack me for no reason?"
I seemed completely oblivious to the meaning behind Tuoba San's words, maintaining an arrogant demeanor...
Tuoba San couldn't go against my wishes, so he could only nod helplessly and say...
"Oh well…"
Shi Miaomiao couldn't stand it anymore. "I'm going further and further down the path of ruining my son. Once this banner is raised, Tuoba San will really have a father all over the world..."
If someone simply reads the line "My son is Tuoba San," doesn't that make them Tuoba San's father? Given Tuoba San's temper, anyone who reads that line won't be satisfied until they've beaten the crap out of them…
The advantage of doing this is that Tuoba San will never lack whetstones again...
This large banner is like a coordinate for the Crippled Blood Sect. As soon as reinforcements from the Crippled Blood Sect arrive, they will probably rush over along the banner immediately...
Seeing that Tuoba San was not only obedient but also thought that everything he did was for her own good, Shi Miaomiao wanted to dig into Tuoba San's head to see what was inside and why he couldn't see that she was setting a trap for him...
The banner was quickly forged, and the large characters on it were particularly eye-catching…
"How impressive is this? Just like a great general, we're now people with our own banners. Those petty scoundrels won't even need to fight; they'll be intimidated by this aura and retreat in fear..."
I said with a happy face, but in my heart I had other thoughts. I thought to myself, this time it's a sure thing. The journey has been a whetstone, and my son will definitely gain a lot. His Martial Emperor realm will be stabilized soon...
Tuoba San was also very happy because he saw that I was proud of this banner, which meant I was proud of him. When I was a child, my father was my pride, and now I can be my father's pride. This proves that all my efforts and hardships were worthwhile...
"Son, let's go..."
I sat down in the armchair with a proud and arrogant air...
Tuoba San first gave the order to Shi Miaomiao.
"Go sit next to my father and you must make her happy, or I'll kill you..."
Hearing Tuoba San's words, Shi Miaomiao was secretly delighted, thinking to herself, "Your father must be so happy to see me. If it weren't for considering your feelings, we would have been together openly long ago..."
But after this, there's no need to sneak around anymore. After all, Tuoba San has spoken up, so everything falls into place naturally...
Shi Miaomiao squirmed, feigning shyness and embarrassment, but in the end she sat down next to me...
Tuoba San seemed to have anticipated this, and had the grand master's chair made larger in advance, so that when Shi Miaomiao sat down, the two of them were right next to each other...
"Koreans, Japanese devils, monkeys, bald guys, you're in charge of carrying my father..."
The four henchmen obediently lifted the armchair; the weight of the two men was like a feather to the four cultivators...
“That…boy…”
I shouted something at Sikong Liang, who was standing there bewildered, which startled him so much that he almost lost control of his bladder...
He hurriedly responded, trembling.
"I...I'm here..."
"You lead the way, and remember to bark like a dog three times every fifteen minutes, or I'll have my four henchmen take turns 'serving' you..."
Sikong Liang understood the meaning behind my words perfectly; he could imagine what kind of "serving" I meant...
He looked at the four oddly-looking Koreans, and thought that if these four really took his innocence from him, he'd rather die...
Compared to learning to bark like a dog, it seems that clearing one's name is more important...
After weighing the pros and cons, Sikong Liang gave in…
On their journey deeper into the Western Demon Sect, Sikong Liang became a striking sight...
Soon, news of the Bloodthirsty Sect's Holy Son barking like a dog spread, and some people even came specifically to see the spectacle...
This completely broke Sikong Liang's spirits, but even more heartbroken and devastated than Sikong Liang was the Faceless Old Man...
If he had foreseen this scenario, he would have preferred to kill the Holy Son outright, thus avoiding the complete loss of face for the Remnant Blood Sect…
The sect's experts berated him mercilessly, but after their tirade, they still decided to rescue the Holy Son. Life and death weren't important; what mattered was that he couldn't continue to humiliate himself...
Bang bang bang…
In mid-air, Tuoba San was fighting against two Martial Emperor experts. The three of them were exchanging blows, and the fight was quite exciting.
This is the seventh time in recent times that someone has deliberately provoked trouble...
In the beginning, the members of the Demonic Sect still followed the rules, which was to fight one-on-one with those of the same cultivation level...
After several attempts, realizing they couldn't win, they had to switch to two people. The reason the demonic cultivator would stoop to such a level was simply because Tuoba San had a powerful father who was incredibly arrogant and had a foul mouth…
"This kind of trash dares to challenge my son, Tuoba San? You garbage are simply wasting your time..."
My voice echoed throughout the entire battlefield…
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