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

Below the arena, the Chan Sect camp.

Zhao Gongming looked at Cihang Daoist, whose face was flushed with excitement.

He couldn't resist moving closer and asking with a mischievous grin.

"Brother Cihang, why are you so excited?"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think it was you kneeling up there shouting 'You're such a rebellious son!'"

Cihang's body stiffened abruptly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He turned his head, and his fair and delicate face instantly turned as red as a ripe tomato.

His eyes darted away, and he stammered.

"Ahem, um, junior brother, don't talk nonsense."

"This humble Taoist priest was just a little excited for a moment, that's all."

"After all, we've seen the Western religion suffer a setback."

"To be an Eastern cultivator is an honor, yes, an honor!"

Cihang tries her best to maintain the aloof persona of the Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect.

But his trembling eyelashes and the way his hands gripped the hem of his clothes betrayed him.

That twisted pleasure of finally having someone to die with me in this social situation is impossible to hide!

The disciples of the three religions who had witnessed the famous scene of Cihang recognizing her relatives were all around.

They were all so frustrated that their faces turned red and their necks bulged, their shoulders shaking wildly.

I wanted to laugh, but I didn't dare to laugh out loud.

At this moment, on the arena.

Bi Xiao's acting skills have reached a state of perfection.

She clutched her chest with one hand and pointed at the kneeling Ksitigarbha with the other, overwhelmed with grief.

"You unfilial son, why don't you say anything?"

"Do you despise your father for his low cultivation level, feeling he has disgraced you?"

"Heavens above! How could I have given birth to such an unfilial son!"

Ksitigarbha knelt on the ground, his hands gripping the sword blade tightly, his whole body feeling like it was about to split open.

His unwavering resolve was crumbling inch by inch.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Ksitigarbha's heart was roaring wildly.

He wanted to stand up, but couldn't; he wanted to let go, but couldn't; he wanted to speak, but couldn't open his mouth!

He could only listen as Bixiao fabricated all sorts of heinous crimes against him.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly woke up.

I recall the question Bixiao asked me before the fight started.

"Is your Dao heart... stable?"

Ksitigarbha wanted to cry but had no tears.

"So that's what 'fuck' means!!!"

This isn't a battle of wits; it's mental torture, even worse than killing him!

The Western Christian camp below the stage was in complete chaos.

The pharmacist and Maitreya were in a panic, shouting at the stage.

"Junior Brother Ksitigarbha, what are you doing?!"

"Get up! Why are you kneeling before that female immortal from the Jie Sect?"

"Junior brother, are you under some kind of illusion? Wake up!"

Ksitigarbha heard his fellow disciples' cries and felt as bitter as if he had swallowed a bitter herb.

Shout, shout, shout! What the hell are you shouting for?!

You guys are really talking without understanding the situation. If you're so capable, why don't you come up here and try it?

I remember now, I don't want to recognize a thief as my father either!

On the high platform, the two Western Saints were also completely bewildered.

Zhunti Daoist frowned, calculated with his fingers for a long time, and asked in confusion.

"Senior brother, something's not right."

"Ksitigarbha is a manifestation of primordial spiritual energy, without father or mother, so where would a father come from?"

The guide also looked distressed and shook his head.

"That's really strange."

"This Bixiao keeps calling himself father; could he be trying to confuse my disciple's resolve?"

Zhao Gongming, who was not far away, twitched at the corner of his mouth when he heard this.

"Orphaned..."

"That sounds like an insult!"

The situation was becoming increasingly tense.

If this continues, Western religion will lose all face.

Lao Tzu, riding on the back of the green ox, coughed lightly, breaking the deadlock.

"Well, the outcome of this battle is already decided."

"Junior Nephew Bixiao's methods... well, they are unique. Ksitigarbha is powerless to fight back."

"Bixiao wins this round."

Hearing the pronouncement of the Supreme Sage.

The two Western saints felt ashamed.

But we had no choice but to accept it.

After all, Ksitigarbha had been kneeling there for quite some time; if he didn't admit defeat soon...

Who knows what other outrageous ethical dramas Bixiao might come up with?

"Hmph, you're not as skilled as me, come back!"

Zhunti waved his sleeve, unleashing a burst of holy power that released the restraints from Ksitigarbha.

"Waaah..."

Ksitigarbha felt as if he had been granted a pardon and fled back to the Western Religion camp in a panic.

He didn't dare to lift his head, and his whole being exuded an aura of isolation.

Bixiao, on the other hand, smugly sheathed her longsword.

He skipped and hopped over to Lao Tzu.

They took away the mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Taiji Talisman Seal.

Bixiao ran straight to Zhao Gongming's side and slapped him hard on the shoulder.

"Brother, your weapon forging skills are amazing!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming shrank back and quickly replied.

"Stay calm, stay calm."

On the contrary, the Bull Demon King, who was not far away, was taken aback.

"Anything else awesome?"

On the Western Sect's side, Maitreya leaned close to Ksitigarbha and asked in a low voice.

"Junior brother, what exactly happened just now?"

"Why did you suddenly kneel down?"

"Is there something strange about that sword?"

Ksitigarbha raised his head, revealing his eyes, which were originally full of compassion and wisdom.

At this moment, he is filled with vicissitudes and exhaustion.

He glanced at Maitreya, then at the Medicine Master.

He opened his mouth, but only managed to utter one sentence.

Don't ask.

"You'll understand once you go up and experience it for yourselves."

"This kind of pain is indescribable."

Maitreya and the Medicine Master looked at each other, their hearts filled with even more doubt and uncertainty.

At this moment, Lao Tzu's voice rang out again.

"The first game is over."

"Next, who is willing to fight the Western Pharmacist?"

The voice just fell.

"I'll do it!!"

A powerful, mature voice suddenly rang out.

The Golden Spirit Mother was seen carrying a flashy dragon-slaying sword.

They enthusiastically and positively stepped out from the crowd.

"Disciple Jin Ling wishes to learn a few moves from Senior Brother Medicine Master!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader saw that it was Jin Ling who appeared.

The expression on his face instantly became fascinating.

"Granted, Jinling. Go and give our guests a good welcome!"

Zhunti and Jieyin felt a chill run down their spines when they saw Tongtian's strange expression.

Zhunti transmitted his voice.

"Senior brother, why do I feel like Senior Brother Tongtian's smile is a bit... sinister?"

"Don't panic," the guide said in a deep voice.

"The Pharmacist is our personally trained disciple."

"His cultivation has reached the late stage of Golden Immortal, and his Dao heart is stable."

"With so many methods, there shouldn't be any problems."

Below the arena, Duobao watched as the Golden Spirit Mother walked onto the stage.

He couldn't help but reach out and hook his arm around Zhao Gongming's shoulder, saying with a smile.

"Junior Brother Gongming, you are truly a genius in the art of weapon crafting."

"The scene at Bixiao just now gave me goosebumps but also made me feel refreshed."

"Now it's Jinling's turn."

"Hehe, just thinking about what will happen to the pharmacist later makes me want to laugh."

Zhao Gongming waved his hand modestly.

"Senior Brother, you flatter me. These are just petty tricks, not worthy of being presented in a formal manner."

Duobao, however, looked serious, his eyes burning with passion.

"This is no small trick!"

"Junior brother, we've reached an agreement."

"After this discussion, you'll have to refine one for your senior brother too!"

"I want one of those magical artifacts that can make people question the meaning of life!"

Zhao Gongming readily agreed.

"No problem, junior brother, leave it to me!"

At this moment, on the arena.

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit, holding the Dragon-Slaying Sword, stood majestically opposite the Pharmacist.

The Taoist priest clasped his hands together, his expression solemn.

Its entire body shimmers with a glassy light, making it extremely appealing.

"Junior Sister Jinling, please."

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit did not rush to make a move.

Instead, she imitated Bixiao's previous behavior.

A meaningful smile appeared on his lips as he asked.

"Brother Pharmacist."

"Before the fight started, my junior sister also had a question."

"Is your Dao heart... stable?"

Upon hearing this, Ksitigarbha's body trembled violently in the audience.

As if electrocuted, she suddenly looked up at the stage, her eyes filled with terror.

"She asked!!!"

"She asked that too!!!"

"Oh no! Senior Pharmacist, run! It's a trap!!"

However, the unsuspecting pharmacist smiled slightly and said confidently.

"Thank you for your concern, junior sister."

"This humble Taoist priest often accompanies the sage, listening to the Great Way."

"When the mind of Tao is perfectly harmonious and unobstructed, it is naturally extremely stable."

Upon hearing this answer, the light in the eyes of the Golden Spirit Mother instantly intensified.

The dragon-slaying sword in his hand began to flash with colorful neon lights.

"As long as it's stable, as long as it's stable, that's good!"

"In that case, I'll take my leave!"