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

"I want one, Senior Brother Gongming, I want one too!"

"Senior brother, I'm not afraid to call you a rebellious son, I can even call you my ancestor!"

"I'll do anything to make those Chan Sect bastards kneel down!"

"Yeah, although this magic weapon is a bit... well, you know."

"But it's still better than being looked down upon by those Chan Sect members and then getting beaten up, right?"

"Losing face is the privilege of the victors!"

"Look how perfectly Brother Cihang kneels! That's what winning looks like!"

The misunderstanding surrounding Zhao Gongming's casual remark about crafting the item was cleared up.

The surrounding disciples of the Jie Sect did not back down.

Instead, their eyes burned with desire, as if they couldn't wait to cling to Zhao Gongming's leg.

In the primordial world, strength is the only true measure of power.

What does it matter if we die as long as we win?

What's more, seeing the high and mighty Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect kneeling before him.

That feeling of pleasure was enough to make all shame disappear!

Zhao Gongming looked at his excited junior brothers and sisters.

While I was happy that the brand had become well-known, I was also somewhat troubled.

The new limitations of the system are clear.

You need to provide the special natural materials specified by the system.

The word "designated" often signifies scarcity and preciousness.

It may even need to be accompanied by some special causal relationship.

Most of these people are outer disciples.

There were even quite a few nominal disciples who were penniless.

Where can we find any decent talent?

If he refused outright, it would make him seem too cold-hearted as the senior disciple.

Zhao Gongming rolled his eyes and immediately adopted the demeanor of a profound and unfathomable master.

He gestured with his hands to signal everyone to be quiet.

"Fellow disciples, please calm down."

"Although I possess the means to create such conceptual magical artifacts."

"But as the saying goes, even a clever cook can't cook without rice."

"A concept-level magical artifact that seizes the creation of heaven and earth, and reverses the yin and yang, cause and effect."

"Ordinary copper, iron, and metal are simply unable to withstand such terrifying power of the laws."

At this point, Zhao Gongming paused, his tone becoming serious.

"To refine it, one must provide top-quality natural materials that contain special Daoist principles."

"Moreover, the materials required for each magical artifact are fixed and cannot be obtained without great fortune."

"It's not that my senior brother is stingy, it's just that the materials are hard to find."

Upon hearing this, the previously agitated crowd instantly calmed down considerably.

Yes!

This is a heaven-defying magic weapon that can make even a Golden Immortal kneel down.

It wouldn't make sense if you could just take any piece of iron and smelt it!

"I see. It seems we underestimated the situation."

"A top-tier rare treasure? Very well, for this magical artifact, I'll immediately venture into the depths of the East Sea to search for it!"

"I'll go too! I refuse to believe I can't find it!"

Instead of being disappointed, the disciples of the Jie Sect were filled with fighting spirit.

With the added barrier to entry, this magic weapon became even more precious to them.

Among the crowd, the Golden Spirit Mother, who had been silently observing, had her beautiful eyes sparkling as she thought to herself.

"Top-tier rare and precious herbs?"

"There are no outer disciples, but I am a direct disciple."

"My master bestowed upon me many wonderful things back then..."

"If only Senior Brother Gongming could help me forge one..."

"Even if the side effects are a bit strange, they can be a lifesaver in a critical moment."

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit made up her mind to wait until this farce was over.

I must have a private talk with Zhao Gongming.

And just then...

The figure who had been kneeling in the center of the field for a long time finally made a move.

"Huff... huff..."

Bixiao had only just broken through to the Golden Immortal realm.

Maintaining that extreme emotional state of heartbreak and unwavering paternal love is also extremely mentally taxing.

She was exhausted from shouting, and as her emotions eased, the long sword in her hand drooped slightly.

hum-

The power of the rules that had been frantically suppressing Cihang suddenly receded like a tide.

"Waaah..."

Suddenly, Cihang let out a soft, sobbing, and heartbroken whimper.

He had lost all will to fight, and collapsed to the ground, covering his face with his hands, his whole body trembling.

Shame!

That's so embarrassing!

He actually knelt on the ground and was humiliated by Bixiao for so long in front of so many fellow disciples.

Cihang has a feminine appearance, with a touch of effeminate beauty.

According to Zhao Gongming, that is the prehistoric version of Xiaolanhua and Yuanyuan.

His face flushed red with shame and indignation.

A few tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, tears of humiliation streaming down his face.

This scene was witnessed by those around them.

It unexpectedly evoked a strange sense of pitifulness.

"You know what, I think Brother Cihang isn't out of the question either!"

One of the ignorant disciples of the Jie Sect muttered something under his breath.

"Could this be the legendary Little Southern Liang?"

Cihang overheard the discussions among her fellow disciples.

Her face flushed red with embarrassment, as if you could squeeze water out of it if you pinched it.

He stood up, wanting to say something harsh, but he had no idea how to curse!

"Zhao Gongming, Bixiao, I will remember this humiliation. We'll see what happens to you in the future!"

Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, which made her even more adorable.

The rough men of the Jie Sect around them wore even more maternal smiles.

This made Cihang not want to stay at all.

He pulled up Manjushri, who was standing next to him with a blank expression.

He rode away in a flash of light, his back view looking utterly disheveled.

midair.

Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of Vast Dharma, looked at the person beside him who was still wiping away tears.

Cihang's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

The fire of gossip in my heart could not be suppressed in the end.

He hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking telepathically.

"Um... Junior Brother Cihang."

"Although that scene was awkward, I still want to ask you something..."

"Those rumors circulating outside... about you and Bixiao."

"And Zhao Gongming... are you really sure it's alright?"

"After all, you knelt so naturally just now..."

Cihang, who was flying at high speed, suddenly froze and almost fell off the clouds.

He turned his head, stared intently at Manjushri with a murderous look, and roared hysterically.

"Manjushri!!!"

"I already said it's a magic weapon; it's a problem with the magic weapon!"

"I have nothing to do with them, nothing at all!!"

"If you ask me again, I'll fight you!!"

Looking at Cihang, whose mentality had completely collapsed.

Manjushri shrank back, not daring to say another word.

The two transformed into streaks of light and disappeared into the horizon.

……

"Hooray, we won!"

"Senior Sister Bixiao is awesome! Senior Brother Gongming is awesome!"

As the two disciples of Chan Sect departed.

A deafening cheer erupted from Qilin Cliff.

The disciples of the Jie Sect were all beaming with pride, as if it were New Year's Day.

Bixiao proudly brandished the "Father's Love is Like a Mountain" sword in her hand.

Like a victorious young general returning home.

"Hmph, at least he ran fast."

"If he dares to come again, I'll make him kneel for a whole day!"

Zhao Gongming was also very excited when he saw this scene.

After this battle, their reputation was truly established.

Next, we'll just wait for those fellow disciples who want to take shortcuts to come begging to us with their treasures!

"Alright, alright, everyone disperse and go back to your cultivation."

Zhao Gongming was in a great mood and greeted his three younger sisters.

"Let's go back to the Three Immortals Cave, continue our discussion, and celebrate a bit!"

"Great! I want to hear Big Brother preach!" Qiongxiao happily took Zhao Gongming's arm.

Yunxiao nodded with a smile, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at his elder brother.

The four chatted and laughed as they rode away on a cloud.

Behind them, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, who had not left, remained standing in the same spot.

She watched as Zhao Gongming was surrounded by the Three Immortals of Sanxiao.

Bixiao, in particular, was excitedly chattering away beside Zhao Gongming.

Qiongxiao linked arms with Yunxiao, who gazed at her tenderly…

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit stroked her chin.

His gaze gradually became meaningful.

A warm, maternal smile appeared on her lips.

"A family of four...tsk tsk tsk."

"Senior Brother Gongming, you still say you don't practice orthopedics?"

"Even without that rebellious son Cihang, the atmosphere here is still quite ambiguous..."