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

In front of Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi lay on the ground, looking quite miserable.

He covered his buttocks with both hands, veins bulging on his forehead, and cold sweat streaming down his face.

That face, which had always been dignified and otherworldly, was now filled with humiliation and indignation.

"Brother... help me up..."

Zhen Yuanzi's voice trembled, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Although Old Ancestor Hongyun was also struck by lightning and charred inside and out, he could still move.

He quickly stepped forward and carefully helped Zhen Yuanzi up.

"Big brother, are you alright?"

"It's nothing...it's just...a little cracked."

Zhen Yuanzi shakily steadied himself and suddenly looked up.

Those bloodshot eyes were fixed on Zhao Gongming not far away.

His eyes seemed to want to devour Zhao Gongming alive.

"turn out to be……"

"So it was the magic weapon you crafted?!"

"A thousand-year-old killing technique, a staged accident scam, a brain-damaged armor?"

"Zhao Gongming, what kind of nonsense is going on in your head?!"

"Why would anyone create something that will cause infertility?!"

Zhao Gongming sensed Zhen Yuanzi's powerful quasi-saint aura.

And seeing the other person's extremely miserable appearance, he felt embarrassed and guilty.

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Gongming took a half step back, raised his hands, and explained with an innocent look on his face.

"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"

"My two senior uncles are wise! This disciple absolutely did not intend for my three senior uncles to come and deal with you!"

"I'm just a weapon refiner; how the client uses the magic weapon is their business!"

At this moment, the three culprits, Di Jun, Di Jiang, and Dong Wang Gong, stood in a row with remarkable tacit understanding.

The three of them wore the same bewildered and innocent expression.

It was as if they weren't the ones who had just been shouting for violence, extorting money, and stabbing people.

Di Jun looked righteous.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, you have misunderstood."

"I have absolutely no interest in the Primordial Purple Qi, really!"

Dijiang nodded honestly.

"Yes, yes, I was just passing by. That was just an excuse to make a move."

The Eastern King Duke hid the magic weapon behind his back, his face full of sincerity.

"Mainly to test the synergy between the magical artifacts!"

"Yes, yes, it's that simple, just like that!"

"roll!!!"

Zhen Yuanzi could no longer bear to listen. He pointed at the three of them and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"Get out of here, all of you!"

"Get out of here, and don't let me see you again!"

"If you don't get out of here, I'll detonate the Earth Book, and we'll all perish together!"

Seeing that Zhen Yuanzi was really going to fight to the death.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Dijiang, Dijun, and Dongwanggong ran faster than rabbits.

It vanished without a trace in an instant, leaving not even a trace of exhaust fumes.

Zhao Gongming was left standing there, completely bewildered, his face disheveled in the wind.

"Holy crap?!"

"They ran away?! They just ran away like that?!"

Looking at the empty sky, Zhao Gongming couldn't help but curse loudly.

"Three shameless martial uncles!"

"You left me here? Are you even human?!"

"I've been so good to you all for nothing, I've helped you refine magical treasures for free, and this is just like using a millstone and then discarding it!"

……

In the void, three streaks of light were rapidly fleeing.

On the way, Dongwanggong flew back and glanced back somewhat guiltily, asking curiously.

"Um... you two."

"Aren't we going a bit too far by just leaving our nephew Zhao Gongming there like this?"

"After all, he was the one who forged the magic weapon, but we're the ones who got into trouble. It's not fair to leave him to take the blame alone, is it?"

Di Jun, however, remained calm and composed, appearing as if he had everything under control.

"It's alright."

"Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun are known as kind-hearted people, a fact universally acknowledged throughout the prehistoric world."

"We're the ones who did the bad things, what does it have to do with Junior Nephew Zhao?"

"They're both known for not holding grudges; at most, they'll exchange a few words."

"Secondly, we all know Zhao's identity: a direct disciple of the Three Pure Ones, and the apple of Tongtian's eye."

"Even if they had a hundred lives, they wouldn't dare do anything to Junior Nephew Zhao."

"So, everything will be fine, don't worry."

Upon hearing this, Dijiang nodded slightly and echoed his sentiment.

"Hmm, that makes sense."

"I also think Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun are very good people, the only truly virtuous people in the prehistoric world."

"Unlike you, Di Jun, that old fox, whose head is full of schemes and plots, and whose heart is black!"

Di Jun was instantly dumbfounded and turned to glare at Di Jiang.

"I'm here analyzing the situation, I'm not attacking anyone, why are you cursing at me?!"

What did I do to offend you?

Dijiang snorted confidently.

"I didn't provoke you, but I feel uncomfortable if I don't curse you out for a day!"

Seeing this, the Eastern King quickly stepped in to act as a peacemaker.

"Alright, alright, stop yelling."

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, please say no more."

"If you don't curse for a day, you're accumulating good karma for yourself; it's about doing good deeds!"

Upon hearing this, Di Jiang's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Accumulating good deeds?"

"Wouldn't it be a waste not to scold them for those two days...?"

"Shut up!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Di Jun couldn't hold back any longer. Veins bulged on his forehead, and he angrily retorted.

"What kind of idiotic statement is this?!"

"Can't you speak properly? If you can't, donate your mouth!"

Dijiang was also enraged and rolled up his sleeves.

"Hey, I've been too nice to you, haven't I?"

"You dare yell at me? Looking for a fight?"

Seeing that things were not going well, Dong Wanggong silently moved to the side, keeping his distance from the two of them, thinking to himself.

"Go ahead and fight, just don't let the blood splatter on me later."

Without saying a word, Dijiang skillfully pulled out the tattered stretcher.

He tossed it into the void, lay down on it, and pointed at Di Jun.

"Come on, pay up! You yelled at me and scared me. You owe me for emotional distress!"

Di Jun sneered, golden armor appeared on his body, and he opened his arms.

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"

"Come on, you idiot, shoot here!"

Dijiang lay on the stretcher, acting like a rogue.

"I won't get up until you give me money!"

Emperor Jun, clad in armor, begged to be tortured.

"I won't pay unless you hit me!"

"Alright, let's see who can outlast whom!"

The two remained locked in a stalemate in the void, one lying down and the other standing, staring at each other with wide eyes.

Dongwanggong took out a handful of melon seeds from a distance, cracked them open while watching the show, and sighed.

"Tsk tsk, life is really nice."

"As long as I don't get beaten up, watching others get beaten up is a kind of enjoyment."

……

In front of Wuzhuang Temple, Zhao Gongming was about to sneak away, but as soon as he turned around, he was blocked by two Taoist priests.

It was Zhen Yuanzi, his face covered in black mist and clutching his buttocks, and Hong Yun, his body charred black and his face full of resentment.

Both men stared at Zhao Gongming with hostility, their eyes filled with a sense of oppression.

Zhen Yuanzi asked in a sinister tone.

"Junior Nephew Zhao, where do you want to go?"

Zhao Gongming immediately raised his hands in surrender, looking completely obedient.

"Don't hit me! My two senior uncles, please don't hit me!"

"If you need anything, find my master. My master is all-powerful; he's in Kunlun Mountain!"

"I am innocent! I was forced!"

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun exchanged a glance, both seeing the resolute look in each other's eyes.

"Hmph, looking for your master?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking!"

Zhen Yuanzi grabbed Zhao Gongming's arm and said through gritted teeth.

"Come on, let's go to Kunlun Mountain!"

"This humble Taoist must ask Senior Brother Tongtian in person!"

"What does he spend all day instructing his disciples on?!"

"Does this person, who has the despicable demeanor of a disciple of a sage, still have the nerve to refine such a lowly magical artifact?!"

"This isn't over until we get an explanation today!"

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