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

Zhao Gongming returned to his cave with his three disciples from the Western Sect.

The three sat stiffly on the prayer mats, and the pharmacist even had to wipe away the blood from time to time.

"My three junior brothers, you are all aware of the rules here."

Zhao Gongming got straight to the point, took a sip of his immortal tea, and said calmly.

"To forge such a top-tier magic weapon, you need to use precious rare and precious materials."

"If not, there's nothing I can do; after all, even a skilled cook can't make a meal without rice."

Upon hearing this, the pharmacist gritted his teeth and took out a peaceful and serene pearl.

"Brother Zhao, these are carefully selected Bodhi beads that I obtained by chance."

"Although it cannot be used for offensive purposes, it can help people subdue their inner demons and achieve peace of mind."

"I wonder if this item is acceptable?"

[Ding! High-grade refining material detected: Tranquil Bodhi Beads.]

[Rating: Pass.]

[Matching Solution: Capable of crafting mind control-related magical artifacts.]

A glint of light flashed in Zhao Gongming's eyes.

To calm people down?

These attributes are great!

If you flip it over, or twist it... hehe.

"Not bad, this is barely acceptable."

Zhao Gongming nodded, took the pearl, and then waved his sleeve.

Om-!

The supreme innate spiritual treasure, the Nine Dragon Cauldron, instantly unleashed nine fiery dragon phantoms!

"Hiss, a top-grade innate spiritual treasure level cauldron?!"

Maitreya and Ksitigarbha stared wide-eyed and gasped.

The Western religion is extremely impoverished; even the saints have few magical treasures, let alone their disciples.

Looking at Zhao Gongming's furnace for refining weapons, one could see that they were all top-grade innate spiritual treasures.

Tears of envy are probably about to stream down my face.

"Fire!"

Zhao Gongming gave a soft shout and spat out.

call!

The Samadhi Fire suddenly swirled out, distorting the surrounding space.

The overwhelming power that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas forced the three of them to use their magical abilities to resist.

"This is... the supreme divine power, Samadhi True Fire?!"

The Taoist priest cried out in surprise, spitting out another small mouthful of blood.

Before they could even recover from their shock...

Zhao Gongming seemed to feel that the atmosphere wasn't quite right, and a thought struck him.

Splash!

Thirty-six Sea-Stabilizing Pearls swirled behind him, manifesting the myriad heavens!

At that moment, the entire cave was illuminated by the precious light.

It almost blinded the three Westerners.

"Holy crap, thirty-six Sea-Stabilizing Pearls, comparable to innate treasures?!"

The Buddhist beads in Maitreya's hand were so frightened that they fell to the ground.

He stared wide-eyed at the rings of the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl.

The Taoist priest was completely dumbfounded.

While wiping away the spurting blood, he stammered as he asked.

"Zhao, Senior Brother Zhao..."

"If you're going to forge weapons, then forge them. Use these thirty-six Sea-Stabilizing Pearls."

"Could this treasure have some special enhancement effect on weapon crafting?"

Zhao Gongming turned around and glanced at the beads behind him.

Then he looked at the three people who looked like they'd never seen the world before.

A smug smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he chuckled.

"addition?"

"Oh, no, not at all."

"I just wanted to show it off and let you see what I'm made of."

"After all, the West is barren, and I'm afraid you've never seen so many treasures before. Let me broaden your horizons."

puff--!!!

The Pharmacist Taoist coughed up a mouthful of blood that flew three zhang high, this time from sheer anger.

Maitreya and Ksitigarbha also had their faces twitching wildly.

The fist hardens and then loosens, then hardens again.

That's so despicable!

I really want to punch someone!

Is this the perverse sense of humor of nouveau riche in the East?

That's like killing someone by breaking their spirit!

Looking at the three of them, who seemed to dislike me but couldn't do anything about it.

Zhao Gongming was in a great mood and immediately started working.

The Nine Dragon Cauldrons circulate, and the Samadhi True Fire rises.

The Bodhi beads for meditation were placed inside.

……

"It's done!"

Zhao Gongming reached out and summoned a rather whimsical magical artifact into his hand.

It was a rattle drum painted with festive patterns.

The bullets on both sides made a thumping sound as they were shaken.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully refined it!]

【Magic Item Name: Mind-Subduing Rattle Drum】

[Conceptual Attribute: Forced intellectual impairment, like shaking a rattle drum, causing the target's IQ to become negative, resulting in a state of dementia.]

[Symptoms include: a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, drooling, and making a Patrick Star-like laugh.]

[Side effect: Stay-at-home dad. The user puts on a pink apron, holds a baby bottle in his left hand, shakes a drum in his right hand, and loudly sings a nursery rhyme in a soothing tone: "Big-headed son and small-headed dad, a pair of good friends, a happy father and son..."]

At the same time, system rewards also follow.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully crafted a concept-level magic weapon!]

[Critical hit reward triggered! Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Six Ding True Fire!]

A gentle yet enduring flame power merged into Zhao Gongming's body.

The Six Ding True Fire is the divine fire in Laozi's Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Although it is not as explosive as the Samadhi Fire.

But he is most skilled at alchemy and weapon crafting.

It has the miraculous effect of slow cooking over a low flame and transforming all things.

"Excellent items! One for martial arts, one for civil affairs; my fire-based divine abilities are now complete!"

Zhao Gongming was secretly delighted.

He then took the rattle drum and walked up to the Medicine Master.

"I have successfully completed the task."

The Taoist priest took the rattle drum, looking completely bewildered.

"Senior brother, is this for kids?"

Zhao Gongming said solemnly.

"Junior brother, don't judge a book by its cover."

"This treasure is called the Wisdom-Subduing Rattle Drum."

"With just a gentle shake, you can control a person."

"Turn him into a drooling idiot who just chuckles weirdly."

The pharmacist's eyes lit up.

"real?!"

This control effect is much better than any Immortal Binding Rope!

"However..." Zhao Gongming coughed.

"The way to use it is a little complicated."

He then explained in detail the process of putting on the apron, taking the baby bottle, and singing "Big Head Son".

After hearing this, the three—Bhaisajyaguru, Maitreya, and Ksitigarbha—were completely petrified.

"An apron...and a baby bottle?"

"Are you going to sing 'Big Head Son and Small Head Dad' again?"

Maitreya's lips twitched as he stared at Zhao Gongming in disbelief.

"Senior Brother Zhao, is this a legitimate magic weapon?"

"Who uses a legitimate magical artifact like that?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming straightened his chest.

He pounded his chest loudly and said with righteous indignation.

"Junior brother, you're being too polite."

"Go and find out when the magical treasures I, Zhao Gongming, forge will ever be properly made!"

"Can a legitimate magic weapon make Cihang kneel down and call him 'father'?"

"Would a proper magic weapon have made you spew out a fountain just now?"

"Being unconventional is my trademark!"

The three people: "..."

Speechless.

Utterly speechless.

Is that supposed to be a compliment?!

You're quite proud of yourself?!

The Taoist priest looked at the rattle drum in his hand, his expression shifting.

But when I think back to the ring stage...

Bi Xiao's domineering fatherly love, Jin Ling's ruthless cruelty...

Then look at my own magic weapon, even though I have to wear an apron to sing.

At least I don't have to call him "Dad" or be a fountain.

"It seems like it's not entirely unacceptable?"

The Taoist priest was strangely persuaded.

Just then, the Maitreya Buddha next to him suddenly rolled his eyes.

A slight smile appeared on his face.

"Senior brother, since this magic weapon is so amazing..."

"Shouldn't we find someone to test the effect?"

Upon hearing this, the Pharmacist slowly turned his head.

Those bloodshot eyes were fixed intently on Maitreya.

"Junior brother is right."

"You seemed to be having a good time, junior brother, back off the stage just now?"

The smile on Maitreya's face froze instantly.

Watching the pharmacist gradually raise the rattle drum.

A chill ran straight up to the top of his head.

"Master, senior brother?"

Why are you staring at me?

"Senior brother, please don't! I'm your own junior brother!!"

"Senior brother, no!!!"