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

The atmosphere inside the Lingxiao Palace was extremely eerie.

When Dijiang heard Zhao Gongming say that he had an idea but hadn't done it yet, he felt completely numb.

He subconsciously took half a step back, staring intently at Zhao Gongming with the look one would give a top-tier dangerous individual from the primordial world.

In his mind, Zhao Gongming's level of danger had now surpassed that of Di Jun, who held the Hetu Luoshu, and even surpassed that of Taiyi, who always rang the bell.

"This kid... he's too weird!"

"Not only can she create magical artifacts that turn people into women, but she also has those kinds of desires for men?"

"The men of my witch clan are all strong and healthy. If he sets his sights on them..."

Dijiang shuddered and dared not think any further.

At this moment, Cihang Daoren finally deactivated his transformation and changed back into his normal Daoist robes.

His face was filled with shame and indignation as he pointed at Zhao Gongming, his voice trembling.

"Junior brother, what exactly are you trying to do?!"

"Is this the kind of joke you can make so casually? Do you even care about my reputation?"

Not far away, Xuan Du and the Pharmacist were arm in arm, whispering to each other.

Xuan Du sighed, looking regretful.

"To be fair, although Junior Brother Cihang is a man, his physique just now... was indeed quite good. Junior Brother Zhao is a bit too abnormal."

The pharmacist chuckled, his eyes glazed over.

"What do you mean by 'male body'? That's our sweet, soft, and infertile little cake!"

"Pharmacist!!"

Upon hearing these treacherous words, Cihang was filled with despair and crouched on the ground, burying her head in her hands.

"Please, please stop joking with me. I want to go home. I want to go back to Kunlun Mountain!"

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward and gradually crumbled.

Zhao Gongming spread his hands somewhat innocently and said with a sincere expression.

"Oh dear, what's wrong with you all?"

"I was just joking, trying to lighten the mood."

"Don't be so serious, everyone. A smile makes you look younger."

Di Jun stood aside, looking at Zhao Gongming's harmless face, and said with utmost seriousness.

"Young friend Zhao."

"If someone else said that, it might be a joke."

"But coming from your mouth... it doesn't sound like you're joking at all."

"I even think that you have already made up your plans in your mind."

Zhao Gongming rolled his eyes, waved his hand, and said calmly.

"Don't talk about it, don't talk about it; rumors stop with the wise."

Seeing that Zhao Gongming was no longer dwelling on the topic, Dijiang breathed a sigh of relief.

But he remained vigilant and asked in a muffled voice.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, let's get down to business."

"Just because you say we should sit down and talk, does that mean we have to sit down and talk?"

"And also, you said this female version... cough, the female version of me is the function of your magic weapon. You say so, so why should I believe you?"

Upon hearing this, Di Jun immediately stepped forward and patted his chest to assure him.

"I can bear witness!"

"This is definitely the effect of Zhao Gongming's magic weapon!"

"Just now, I... cough, I witnessed it with my own eyes. It was an incredible skill, truly breathtaking!"

Although Di Jun didn't want to admit that he had also died.

But in order to convince Dijiang that it was a magical artifact and not his peculiar hobby, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and testify.

Although Dijiang was a reckless man, he wasn't brainless.

Even his arch-rival Di Jun said so, so it's probably true.

Just then, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were still shouting behind them.

"Brother, why waste your breath on this scruffy bird!"

"Get him, just get him!"

"That's right, when have we twelve ancestral witches ever been afraid!"

Annoyed by what he heard, Dijiang turned around abruptly and reprimanded him fiercely.

"Shut up!"

"If you keep making a fuss, believe me, I'll have Zhao Gongming forge a magic weapon for each of you!"

"I'm making you all share a room with your twin-tailed selves, watching yourselves wearing skirts and acting cute every day!"

These words had an outstanding effect.

The previously clamoring Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and others suddenly fell silent, as if a duck had been choked.

They imagined the scene.

With a full beard, wearing pigtails and a little skirt, I shout "Ciallo" at the mirror...

vomit!

The ancestral witches trembled all over, their faces pale, and dared not utter another word.

Dijiang was shocked by his brothers' reactions.

"Holy crap?"

"Is my female version of myself really that scary?"

"It's even more effective than the oppressive power of the Father God Pangu?"

Zhao Gongming, standing by, added insult to injury, speaking leisurely.

"Senior Dijiang, you don't understand."

"If someone really looked like a female version of Uluru in Delta, it would just be disgusting."

"What's terrifying is... this is a completely 'beautiful girl' version!"

"Imagine, your own brother, whom you spend every day with, suddenly transforms into a curvaceous, adorable young woman..."

"This double shock of ethics and aesthetics is really unbearable! My moral compass is about to shatter!"

Dijiang's face twitched as he heard this, and he roared in annoyance.

"Shut up, no one will think you're mute if you don't speak!"

Although he was cursing, Dijiang looked at Zhao Gongming and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

He thought to himself.

"This magic weapon... it's something else."

"If we could use this kind of magical artifact to deal with those two scruffy birds, Di Jun..."

"On the battlefield, let Dijun become a twin-tailed loli, and let Taiyi become a cat-eared girl..."

"Then wouldn't my witch clan be invincible? We could laugh ourselves to death at the mere sight of them!"

Just then, Di Jun stared at Zhao Gongming, having the same thought.

"If only all twelve Ancestral Witches could debut as a girl group..."

"Then why should my Demon Court fight any wars? We could just hold concerts and collect tickets to unify the entire prehistoric world!"

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing in each other's eyes the unwavering determination to win this person over.

Just as they were pondering how to approach and win over Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming suddenly covered his face with his hands and twisted his body slightly.

Her face flushed red, and she spoke shyly, feigning a girlish demeanor.

"Oops~"

"Why are your two lords staring at people like that?"

"I'll get shy, you rascal!"

puff!

Dijiang almost choked on his breath and couldn't help but complain.

"Why are you blushing?!"

"Can't you be normal for once?!"

Complaints aside, we still have business to get done.

Dijiang took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Gongming with a serious expression.

"Zhao Gongming, I want that kind of magic weapon too!"

"Could you craft one for me? Name your price, the entire Witch Clan's treasury is yours to choose from!"

Upon hearing this, Di Jun panicked and quickly stepped forward to block Zhao Gongming.

"No!"

"Young friend Zhao is a distinguished guest of our Demon Court, and he is my son Lu Ya's senior brother!"

"You're just a barbarian who only knows how to play in the mud, what makes you think you can forge magical artifacts?"

"Young friend Zhao, ignore him. Refine it for me! I want it too, and I'll pay double the price!"

Dijiang was furious.

"Dijun, are you looking for trouble? There's a proper order to things!"

Di Jun sneered.

"This is the Demon Court, my territory, my rules!"

It looks like the two big shots are about to fight over ownership of the social death artifact again.

Zhao Gongming suddenly stood between the two, holding Di Jiang's hand with his left hand and Di Jun's hand with his right.

Then, he raised his head and spoke in a pure, yearning, and earnest tone.

"Your Majesties, please stop arguing."

"actually……"

"The three of us can live happily together!"

Quiet.

The Lingxiao Palace fell into a deathly silence once again.

Dijiang and Dijun looked at the hands held by Zhao Gongming, and then at Zhao Gongming's sincere eyes.

Both of them shivered simultaneously and instantly pulled their hands back, as if they had touched something dirty.

"that……"

Dijiang swallowed hard, stopped arguing, and his expression became extremely serious.

"Let's talk about crafting magical artifacts first."

Di Jun nodded repeatedly, his face full of agreement.

"Yes, yes, let's refine the treasure first, let's refine the treasure first."

"A happy life... forget it, I'm not worthy of it."