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

Kunlun Mountain's Qilin Cliff is the sacred site of the Three Pure Ones.

It is also one of the top blessed lands and grottoes on Kunlun Mountain.

However, the atmosphere is now thick with tension.

Cihang Daoren held the Pure Glass Bottle and looked down at Bixiao from his high position.

His brows were furrowed, and his tone carried a preachy quality characteristic of the Chan sect.

"Junior Sister Bixiao, this is the sacred site of the Three Pure Ones, a place for quiet cultivation."

"Your reckless and disorderly behavior has disturbed the spirit beasts, which is a minor matter."

"But if we offend our teachers, we will disgrace our Uncle Tongtian!"

"Our teachings emphasize following the will of Heaven and responding to the needs of the people, and adhering to the rules and regulations."

"How could you be so rude? You're absolutely infuriating!"

Bixiao had a fiery temper, and she couldn't stand such sarcastic remarks.

Her eyebrows furrowed, she pointed her long sword and shouted.

"Cihang, you androgynous wretch, stop trying to intimidate me with your high-sounding principles!"

"I was just visiting Master's monastery, what right do you have to lecture me?"

"But you, always so high and mighty, don't know how to show off with that broken bottle, huh?!"

The two did not try to suppress their argument, which soon attracted several streaks of light from the vicinity.

The first to arrive was a young man dressed in a Bagua Taoist robe with a lazy expression.

It was none other than the Great Master Xuandu of the Human Teachings.

He was collecting herbs nearby when he heard the commotion and came over to check.

Immediately afterwards, Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of Vast Dharma of the Chan Sect, and the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit of the Jie Sect also descended from the clouds one after another.

"It seems to be Junior Sister Bixiao and Cihang arguing. What's going on?"

Manjushri frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

"These disciples of the Jie Sect are really becoming more and more unruly."

The Golden Spirit Mother's expression turned cold.

In a flash, he landed beside Bixiao.

It subtly suggests a protective stance.

In the arena, Cihang noticed that the number of onlookers was gradually increasing.

He immediately felt embarrassed and his expression turned completely somber.

boom!

A powerful aura belonging to the late stage of Golden Immortal erupted from Cihang, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to surge.

"You're utterly incorrigible! Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of my Third Martial Uncle!"

Upon seeing this, the Holy Mother Jinling knew in her heart that something was wrong.

Although Bixiao had only recently broken through to the Golden Immortal realm, her foundation was still shallow.

Cihang had already been immersed in the Golden Immortal Realm for many years.

He also possesses a spiritual treasure bestowed by the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

If a fight really breaks out, Bixiao will definitely suffer a loss!

"Junior Brother Cihang, why did you go to such lengths..."

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit was about to step forward to stop her.

However, Bixiao was faster than her!

"You think you can lecture me? You're not worthy!"

Bixiao not only did not retreat, but a hint of excited fervor flashed in her eyes.

He immediately drew the ancient longsword that Zhao Gongming had given him.

There were no fancy magical fluctuations, nor did they trigger any unusual phenomena in the heavens and earth.

She simply raised her sword and slashed at Cihang!

"Nonsense!"

Manjushri, who was not far away, sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

"Faced with Junior Brother Cihang's glass bottle, how dare you fight head-on with such a low-grade weapon?"

"Bixiao has utterly humiliated herself and brought this upon herself!"

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirits also felt a jolt in her heart.

Oh no, how could this girl be so reckless!

The Grand Master Xuandu, who had been observing from the sidelines, saw this.

He sighed helplessly, just about to raise his hand and unleash a burst of magic to separate the two.

"Junior brothers and sisters, please wait..."

However, he hadn't finished speaking.

It was abruptly interrupted by a mournful and deeply emotional cry.

Bixiao, who was raising her sword to strike down, suddenly had tears welling up in her eyes.

His expression turned pained and indignant, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

He shouted at Cihang at the top of his lungs.

"The traitor!!!"

"My heart aches for my father!!!"

That shout was earth-shattering, capable of piercing the clouds and splitting rocks.

Xuan Du, who was about to make a move, froze in mid-air, completely dumbfounded.

Manjushri, who was just about to watch the show, almost choked on his own saliva, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Even the Holy Mother of Golden Spirits slipped and looked completely bewildered.

What's going on?

If you're going to fight, then fight. Why are you swearing at people?

And the insults were so... ethically questionable?

"Looking for death!" Manjushri thought to himself with a cold snort.

"How dare they humiliate Cihang like this! Cihang will surely be furious."

"Bixiao is probably going to get beaten half to death!"

Cihang herself was furious.

He was about to activate the Pure Glass Bottle to suppress this arrogant girl.

But in the very next instant...

An indescribable and irresistible force of strange rules descended upon him in an instant.

Cihang was horrified to discover that the magical power within her body had instantly frozen, and her body was no longer under her control!

Swish!

Under the horrified gazes of everyone.

The once aloof Cihang Daoist suddenly teleported out of thin air.

He appeared directly in front of Bixiao.

then.

With a "plop" sound!

Cihang slammed his knees heavily to the ground, his back ramrod straight.

With lightning speed, he raised both hands above his head, palms facing each other.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound of hands clasped together.

Cihang Daoren knelt on the ground, his hands moving with unparalleled precision and utmost devotion...

It caught the longsword that Bixiao was slashing down.

100% success rate in catching a blade bare-handed!

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The wind in the Kunlun Mountains seemed to have stopped.

Bixiao remained in the sword-wielding posture, looking at Cihang kneeling before her.

Although I was mentally prepared, seeing this scene in person still gave me a thrill that sent shivers down my spine.

Cihang, on the other hand, knelt on the ground, holding the sword between his hands.

Looking up at Bixiao, he was completely dumbfounded.

who am I?

where am I?

Why should I kneel down?

The two of them just stared at each other blankly.

The scene was arguably the most abstract and awkward moment since the beginning of time.

The three audience members around him had their worldviews completely shattered.

Grand Master Xuandu gaped, nearly dropping his whisk.

A whirlwind of thoughts raged in his mind.

"Hiss... Cihang actually knelt down?"

"And he knelt down so readily and so skillfully?"

"Could it be... could it be that Cihang is really Bixiao's long-lost junior sister...?"

"Otherwise, how do you explain his immediate bowing after calling me a rebellious son?"

"There must be a profound cause and effect behind this!"

On the other side, the contempt on Manjushri's face had turned into terror.

He watched as Cihang knelt down to receive the sword, and his heart roared with rage.

"Cihang, what are you doing, Cihang?!"

Why are you kneeling down?!

"That's Bixiao from the Jie Sect!"

"Where is your dignity? Where is your pride? Have you gone mad from practicing cultivation?"

"You're insane!"

The most spectacular of all is the Golden Spirit Mother.

She was initially shocked, then her expression gradually turned strange.

Finally, a strong sense of gossip emerged.

She looked at the sword in Bixiao's hand, then at Cihang kneeling upright, and pondered to herself.

Something's not right. Nine out of ten things are definitely not right.

"Bixiao just called me 'Father'..."

"I heard this sword was given to her by Senior Brother Gongming..."

"If Cihang is truly Bixiao's rebellious son, then what about this child's biological father...?"

The image of Zhao Gongming's heroic and resolute face appeared in Jinling Shengmu's mind.

Then look at the clean, white Cihang statue on the ground.

"Hiss... Senior Brother Gongming, you've been keeping it well hidden!"

The scene became completely awkward, with everyone imagining what was going on and Cihang completely bewildered.