Chapter 161: Chapter 144: Who Says the Human Race Has No Great Emperor? Feminist Fists Shock the World!

Ning An’s head is now covered in sweat.

"Daoist Master, my wife and I are legally married, recognized by the state, right?"

"Yes."

"Now, the child my wife is carrying, when born, should be registered under my Zhang Family’s household, right?"

"...Yes..."

"Exactly, once registered under my Zhang Family’s household, the child will call me dad, so that makes him my son, doesn’t it?"

"Ah? This..."

Ning An couldn’t refute, he could only clasp his hands and say, "Then I wish the two of you a long and happy life together, a lifetime of happiness, a perfect family, and a joyful reunion."

Oh Matchmaker, you must cause these two to suffer a loss!

Releasing even one of them randomly poses a tremendous threat to the world.

Ning An used all his persuasion to finally send this troublesome pair off.

"Just like they say, once the forest is big... every type of bird exists." Ning An breathed a long sigh of relief. It genuinely had him too scared to breathe deeply earlier.

In the live broadcast room, the enthusiasm was even greater. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"This stuff, the show effect is just explosive, I guarantee once the video is made, it will spread globally."

"I remember there are quite a few foreign friends in the live room, right? It’s just embarrassing on a grandmother’s level."

"I’m defeated, is his brain messed up? Isn’t this just self-deception?"

But then, suddenly, a comment appeared and directly ignited the broadcast room.

"The child is willing to call you dad. What does a paternity test matter, will it destroy family ties?"

"This is a real man! If he actually decides to abandon his wife, how is he different from a beast!"

This punch landed darkly, catching foreign viewers off guard.

"What does this lady mean?"

The sister from before wouldn’t let him off easy.

Even if it was a foreigner, even if the president comes, this punch wouldn’t miss!

"What kind of gibberish is this? Don’t you have a wife? Were you the one pregnant for ten months? Did you suffer the life-threatening agony of childbirth?"

"That’s the child I gave birth to; I decide who the child calls dad. Otherwise, even if you give yourself away, the child won’t give you a word!"

The foreign friend was stunned, struggling to type out a few words:

"This lady, the children are not mine. Isn’t it strange to call me dad?"

The sister from earlier cleared the way, letting countless venomous mouths come charging in.

"What do you mean? Do foreign people just babble nonsense? Our Dragon Country is rising now, don’t think you can invade our thoughts and culture!"

"What?"

"We are humans too, we have needs; you allow men to visit brothels, but not us women to address our physical needs?"

"I’ve watched your films; you foreigners play even more than us. Various group activities, swaps, and... You are like this yet want to stand on moral high ground and criticize us?"

"Exactly, don’t think because you’ve modernized, it’s all fake. Your culture is just a few hundred years old, all distorted. If you really want to see culture, you have to look at our Dragon Country’s five thousand years of heritage!"

The faraway British man was bewildered, his head buzzed.

After thinking, he brought in his sharp-tongued friend.

As the saying goes, never concede defeat. Even if embarrassed in front of a good friend, you must never be embarrassed internationally.

Once the good friend saw this, he couldn’t take it. He immediately started pounding the keyboard.

The man was very pleased with his good friend’s reply texts.

"Has this man’s ancestral grave been dug up? How can you marry such a shameless wife?"

(Has his family’s ancestral graves been dug up that he married such a shameless wife?)

Admittedly, this sentence packed quite a punch, making some women instantly pale.

Yet it also ignited even greater combat spirits among domestic women.

"Are you insane? What stray dog is barking here? Your wife got trashed by someone?"

"Think carefully, even if the child isn’t yours, missing this village means no one will serve you tea, let alone call you dad!"

"From another perspective, you’ve married your wife, she finally managed to conceive, and the child calls you dad upon birth. How can you bark here?"

"Look now, many children who are biologically related aren’t filial at all, while many non-biological families live joyfully."

"Yes, the child accepts you as their father, the wife acknowledges you as her husband, even without blood relation, you raised them. Such deeply moving emotions—people, unlike plants, cannot be insensitive."

In just a few minutes, it shattered the worldview of the two British adults.

"...Ah...?"

The two looked at each other, hands on the keyboard, unable to type a single word.

Are these words any human should say?

"The men of Dragon Country are much stronger than us, we can’t compare with them."

"Yes, if they can tolerate women like that, what hardship can’t they endure? A country like that, we can only be friends, never enemies, too terrifying..."

Watching the live room gradually change tune, Ning An didn’t say much, he just closed the stream.

Who says humans have no Great Emperor?

Ning An was also unable to handle these fundamental issues a country couldn’t resolve.

He simply shut off the stream, all worries just vanished.

Once all the incense burners left, Ning An tidied up and began his diligent cultivation again.

The sealed high-level energy in his body constantly improved his physical condition, paired with Dao Feng’s cultivation technique explanations. Ning An’s cultivation went smoothly.

...

Northeast, Liaodong.

Zhang Family Village, one of Liaodong’s millions of villages.

Like most villages, there’s nothing special here, relying on the mountains and planting some grain to barely maintain a few mouths per family since ancestors’ times.

If anything must be said, it’s that the village population is particularly large, even comparable to a southern town.

At nightfall, bored, the village is poor and hasn’t installed street lamps; only faint glows emerge from each household’s courtyard.

In the village center, in the village head Zhang Tianshuo’s courtyard, seen from afar, it’s brightly lit, with drums and gongs clanging.

It turns out Zhang Tianshuo’s elderly mother passed away the day before yesterday.

The village head’s mother was conservative, always emphasizing she should be buried for peace to bless her descendants.

Ultimately, she did not want cremation.

Even though the country has vigorously promoted cremation over the years, it’s easy in cities, but starting from towns, the resistance is immense and unresolvable in a short time.

Especially elderly people, whenever children dare mention those two words, cremation, they’d stand silently by their water well, wordlessly staring at their children.

It evokes a heroic aura of a warrior cutting off limbs.

So despite Zhang Tianshuo being a village cadre, he couldn’t resist his mother’s earnest pleas and followed village customs for her funeral.

By custom, Zhang Tianshuo also invited two Daoists for a ritual.

But the oddity lies in him inviting them not for the usual Rebirth Spell recitation.

But the Sutra of Transmigration!