Primordial Era: All-Conceptual-Level Weapon Forging, Whoever Uses It Will Die.

The scene on the ring was horrific.

Although the Medicine Master Taoist admitted defeat.

But the residual power of that Zha Zha Hui sword aura still lingers.

He was still like a broken faucet.

Every now and then, a spurt of blood would spurt out.

The Guide could no longer bear to watch.

His face showed distress, and he sighed.

"That's good, that's good."

He raised his hand and unleashed a gentle, sage-like golden light.

Enveloped in the healing power of the Golden Lotus of Merit, it entered the pharmacist's body.

hum-

When a sage takes action, it is indeed extraordinary.

That stubborn law of true damage was finally forcibly suppressed.

The Pharmacist's wounds slowly healed.

The exaggerated blood-splattering effect finally stopped.

However, some of it still leaks out whenever he opens his mouth to speak.

The Medicine Master, pale and weak, returned to the Western Sect camp.

As soon as he stood still, he saw the Maitreya Taoist squinting his signature smiling eyes.

He had a relieved expression on his face, as if thankfully it wasn't me.

The pharmacist was furious and couldn't help but complain.

"Junior Brother Maitreya, were you waiting down there to watch the show?"

"Senior brother, I was spitting blood up there, and you were laughing more heartily than anyone else!"

Maitreya's smile froze, and he quickly waved his hand, solemnly retorting.

"Senior brother, what are you saying!"

"Am I the kind of person who gloats over others' misfortunes?"

"I was moved by my senior's indomitable spirit!"

"Besides, I didn't go up simply because I'm cautious and afraid of making a fool of myself."

The pharmacist rolled his eyes and said irritably.

"It's not like I enjoy being embarrassed!"

"Who knew that the Golden Spirit Mother possessed such a mysterious underworld artifact?"

Jizo, who was still in a state of self-isolation, slowly raised his head and delivered the final blow.

"I told you there was a problem a long time ago."

"When Bixiao asked me if my Dao heart was stable, I should have known it was a trap."

"When Jin Ling asked you, I gave you a meaningful look."

"You still insisted on saying you were in control, and now look what you've done, you're getting criticized more than anyone else."

The three brothers of the Western Sect are harming each other here.

The saints on the high platform were not idle either.

Master Zhunti looked at the chaotic scene below the stage.

He couldn't help but look at the Three Pure Ones and asked in confusion.

"Senior brothers, what exactly is going on?"

"Why are you three religions starting to engage in these demonic and superstitious things?"

"They're calling him a rebellious son and also calling him 'Zha Zha Hui' (a nickname for a celebrity)."

"Isn't this situation a bit off?"

Upon hearing this, the Tongtian Sect Leader did not feel embarrassed at all.

Instead, he straightened his back and laughed proudly.

"Hahaha, Junior Brother Zhunti, you just don't understand!"

"This is called innovation; this is the saying that all paths lead to the same destination!"

With that, the Tongtian Sect Leader waved his hand.

A gentle magical force swept Zhao Gongming up from below the stage and pulled him to his side.

Tongtian acted like an old father showing off a perfect test paper.

Patting Zhao Gongming on the shoulder, he unleashed a barrage of attacks on the two Western Saints.

"Come, come, let me introduce you."

"This is Zhao Gongming, the eldest outer disciple of my Jie Sect!"

"Those amazing magical treasures that just now opened your eyes."

"What 'fatherly love as solid as a mountain' sword, what 'scumbag Hui's knife,' they all came from his hand!"

"How is my disciple's talent in weapon crafting?"

"Isn't it terrifying? Aren't you envious?"

Upon hearing this, the two Western Saints' pupils suddenly contracted.

His gaze was fixed intently on Zhao Gongming.

"It's just the effect of a magic weapon?"

"It can ignore realm control and defense true damage."

"Such weapon-forging skills are truly terrifying!"

Although Jieyin and Zhunti felt a pang of jealousy.

But one has to admit that Zhao Gongming was indeed a genius.

Facing the gaze of two saints.

Zhao Gongming did not become arrogant, but maintained his usual humble demeanor.

He bowed slightly and extended his index finger and thumb.

He made a slight gesture, "Versailles Circuit."

"You two senior uncles are too kind."

"This disciple is just lucky and has a little talent."

"It's really only a tiny bit."

Seeing Zhao Gongming's gesture of pointing to the universe, Zhunti's lips twitched.

I don't believe you!

I'll give you a good whack!

Seeing that Tongtian was about to continue showing off.

Lao Tzu spoke up at the opportune moment, steer the conversation back on track.

"Alright, since we've begun our discussion..."

"Zhao Gongming won all three matches thanks to his magical weapons."

"This credit belongs to Gongming."

Lao Tzu scanned the entire room and said calmly.

"The remaining rewards include Junior Brother Tongtian's true understanding of formations."

"And the great relics of my two Western fellow disciples."

"Then it was all bestowed upon Zhao Gongming."

"Anyone among you who has an objection?"

The disciples from the four sects below the stage remained silent, shaking their heads in unison.

joke!

Who dares to object?

Didn't you see that Medicine Buddha is still clutching his chest?

Didn't you see Cihang still covering her face?

Zhao Gongming is a walking social death-making machine.

We can't afford to mess with them, we absolutely can't afford to mess with them!

Seeing that no one objected, Laozi waved his sleeve and handed the reward to Zhao Gongming.

Then, the Three Pure Ones and the Two Western Saints exchanged a glance.

"Now that the discussion on the Dao is over, we sages should also go to the Eight Views Palace to sit down and discuss the Primordial Dao Fruit."

"You disciples, stay here, exchange ideas, and strengthen your bonds."

After saying this, the five saints faded away and disappeared into the clouds.

As soon as the sage left, the atmosphere at the scene became subtle.

The disciples of the three religions looked at Zhao Gongming.

Although his eyes burned with passion, he knew the rules.

"Top-tier rare and precious materials... alas, we've run out of them."

"Let's disperse, let's go back and work hard to find treasure, and try to ask our senior brother to forge one as soon as possible."

Most of the disciples had to leave with regret because they were short of money.

At this moment, Daoist Duobao approached with a wicked grin.

He hooked his arm around Zhao Gongming's neck and said to him in a friendly manner.

"Hehe, junior brother."

"Now all the irrelevant people have left."

"Shouldn't we talk about our senior brother's magical artifact?"

"Senior brother, I've brought all my most treasured possessions..."

Before Duobao could finish speaking, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the side.

There were three disciples of the Western religion.

Medicine Buddha, Maitreya, and Ksitigarbha all walked over at once.

The leading Taoist pharmacist was pale.

But his attitude was unusually polite, even somewhat ingratiating.

"Excuse me, Senior Brother Zhao Gongming, please wait a moment."

The Taoist priest bowed respectfully, his tone sincere.

"I was completely convinced of my defeat in that battle just now."

"The magical treasures crafted by my senior brother are truly a marvel of nature, beyond the comprehension of even the gods and spirits!"

"This humble Taoist priest would also like to request one!"

Zhao Gongming raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

These Westerners, how can they be so carefree?

He just got beaten up and now he's buying a weapon?

"Do your three junior brothers want some too?"

Zhao Gongming smiled.

"However, as you all know, my rule requires top-tier rare and precious materials..."

"Yes, we have it!"

The pharmacist clapped his hands with a smile.

"Although the West is poor, we fellow disciples are still disciples of a sage, so we have some resources."

Upon seeing this, Daoist Duobao's eyes darted around.

He immediately released Zhao Gongming's neck.

He put on the magnanimous demeanor of the senior disciple of the Jie Sect.

"Since the three fellow disciples of the Western Sect are so sincere..."

"Then I won't compete for the first place, senior brother."

"Since they are guests, we should extend them the hospitality we owe them!"

"Junior Brother Gongming, you refine it for them first!"

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry!"

Duobao was calculating in his mind.

Let these three suckers test the waters first.

Let's see what other bizarre side effects it has.

It's good to be mentally prepared!

Zhao Gongming knew exactly what Duobao was thinking, but he didn't point it out.

He smiled and gestured for the three pharmacists to proceed.

"In that case, my three junior brothers, please come with me to the cave for a chat."

……

On the way to Zhao Gongming's cave.

The Taoist priest seemed unusually excited, chattering incessantly around Zhao Gongming.

"Senior Brother Zhao, your sword is truly amazing!"

"puff--!"

As he spoke, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Ignore defenses! Even my sixteen-foot golden body can't withstand it!"

"puff--!"

Another mouthful of blood splattered all over Zhao Gongming's sleeve.

"Senior brother, what kind of magic weapon would suit my physique?"

"puff--!"

As Zhao Gongming walked, he also had to skillfully dodge the pharmacist's blood arrows.

Looking at the pharmacist whose face was covered in blood but who was still excitedly chattering away.

Zhao Gongming finally couldn't hold back any longer and said with a look of utter despair.

"Junior Brother Pharmacist..."

"Please, senior brother, could you please just shut up?"

"You're spitting blood the moment you open your mouth."

"This robe of mine is so hard to wash, you know!!!"