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

Shouyang Mountain, Humanity Square.

Looking at the chaotic and lively scene of the demons dancing before me.

Zhao Gongming stood with his hands behind his back, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Good, very good!"

"This is the vitality that humanity should have!"

"Everyone is working very hard; the future looks promising!"

Beside them are the three ancestors of the human race: Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi.

His face was now completely black with anger, and his mouth was twitching wildly.

They watched their tribesmen wearing cat ears and meowing.

Looking at those tribesmen who had been demoted to the point of being idiots but were still laughing foolishly.

And then I saw those clansmen drooling over the female version of Dijiang...

"Immortal..."

Suirenshi couldn't hold back any longer and weakly complained.

"Is...is this really okay?"

"Why do I feel that the human race these days... is even more chaotic and demonic than the demon court?"

"Isn't this art style... a bit too ahead of its time?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming turned and glanced at them.

Pointing to the aura of Golden Immortals emanating from them, he asked in a self-righteous manner.

"The three of you have all broken through to the early stage of Golden Immortal. Isn't that a good start?"

"The process isn't important, the result is!"

"If you become stronger, even if you become an idiot... you'll be a strong idiot!"

The Third Patriarch: "..."

I was speechless.

Just as Zhao Gongming was about to continue shouting slogans to cheer on his fellow apprentices who were performing energetically.

"Big brother, help me!"

A mournful yet familiar cry for help suddenly came from the distant clouds.

Zhao Gongming looked up.

Bixiao was seen riding the escape light, looking flustered.

Like a frightened little rabbit, it frantically fled in this direction.

And behind her.

Rumble!

An extremely terrifying, supremely majestic, pressure emanated from a peak Quasi-Saint.

It descended like Mount Tai pressing down, instantly enveloping the entire Shouyang Mountain.

"Hmph, run? Where can you run to?"

A middle-aged man dressed in the Pure Yang Emperor's robe and wearing a purple-gold crown walked through the air, and the void trembled with each step he took.

His gaze was icy as he locked onto Bixiao, then glanced at Zhao Gongming and the others before letting out a cold snort.

"We've finally found your mastermind!"

"How dare you take rare and precious materials from my Celestial Court's territory and even injure my Celestial Court's inspector."

"I, the Eastern King, will settle this score today!"

Bixiao hid behind Zhao Gongming, poked her little head out, and shouted confidently.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"That was a rare and precious treasure that I discovered first. Why should I give it to you?"

"Your Celestial Court are nothing but bandits, shameless!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming immediately understood the whole story.

This Dongwanggong was the head of the male immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor. He established the Purple Palace Immortal Court and ruled over all immortals.

Although not as powerful as the Demon Court and the Witch Clan, they are still considered a regional overlord and have always acted domineeringly.

Logically speaking, in the primordial world, the most precious natural treasures belong to those with virtue, and whoever has the strongest fist gets them.

What Bixiao discovered first, is Bixiao's.

But if the Eastern King Duke says it's his territory, then there's some truth to that.

"This is a classic case of prehistoric extortion."

Zhao Gongming sneered inwardly.

Regardless of who is right or wrong, since you've bullied my sister, then it's your fault!

Zhao Gongming stepped forward, blocking Bixiao's path, and looked directly at Dongwanggong, speaking neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Senior Dongwanggong."

"There might be some misunderstanding here. Since it's a competition for rare and precious materials..."

"At worst, I'll offer you some compensation, and we'll call it even, how about that?"

Dong Wanggong sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

"compensate?"

"Does this man need your meager compensation?"

"This girl not only stole the treasure, but also spoke rudely. She must come back to my Purple Mansion with me today to be punished. No one else can help her!"

"No!"

Zhao Gongming's face darkened.

at the same time.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Several figures appeared beside Zhao Gongming in an instant.

Xuan Du removed his gloves, his expression calm, while Lu Ya removed his crown, his gaze sharp.

Cihang put away her magic wand, her expression unfriendly. Yaoshi put down his rattle drum, clasped his hands together, and Huanglong transformed into human form, looking indignant.

The six stood side by side. Although their cultivation was not as high as that of a Quasi-Saint, their aura was by no means weak.

Zhao Gongming looked at Dong Wanggong, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"Dong Wang Gong, do you know who we are?"

"Do you know how powerful our connections are?"

The Eastern King frowned and said disdainfully.

"I don't care who you are!"

"In this primordial world, I can do whatever I want with anyone except the sages!"

"Okay, you said it!"

Zhao Gongming took a deep breath, focused his energy in his dantian, and began his rapid-fire recitation, which resembled reciting a menu.

Listen carefully!

"Standing before you is Grand Master Xuandu, the chief disciple of the Sage Taiqing!"

"The Jade Purity Sage personally transmitted the teachings to Cihang Daoist, and the Supreme Purity Sage personally transmitted them to Zhao Gongming!"

"The Medicine Master personally taught by the Western Sage of Guidance, Lu Ya, the Crown Prince of the Demon Court, and the Yellow Dragon True Man of the Dragon Clan!"

"Standing behind us are the Three Pure Ones, the Two Sages of the West, the Goddess Nuwa, the Demon Court, and the Dragon Clan!"

"Try touching us, and believe me, five sages will obliterate your celestial palace tomorrow!"

This barrage of titles completely stunned Dongwanggong.

He originally thought they were just a few ignorant rogue cultivators, or outer disciples of some major sect.

Who would have thought...

Is this some kind of direct descendant of a saint?!

Did we stir up trouble in the heart of a saint?!

The Eastern King's imposing aura weakened by three points instantly, and his eyes began to flicker.

However, as the head of the male immortals, in front of these people...

If he's scared off by a few words from a few juniors, how will he ever get ahead in the future?

"snort!"

Dong Wanggong, putting on a brave front, spoke with a fierce but inwardly weak tone.

"So what if he's a disciple of a sage?"

"Does being a disciple of a sage give you the right to act with impunity?"

"Your reputation is one thing, but mine isn't something to be trifled with!"

"You must give me an explanation for what happened today, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?!"

Zhao Gongming interrupted him directly, waving his hand impatiently.

"Alright, stop pretending. Since you're going to confess, then let's stop talking."

"Call for backup!"

Zhao Gongming turned around, gently patted Lu Ya's shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Junior Brother Lu Ya, contact your father."

"Just say that someone bullied you and is going to kidnap you and make you their wife."

Lu Ya's eyes lit up, and he immediately took out a communication jade slip.

"Alright, don't worry, senior brother, I'll start crying my eyes out right away!"

Then, Zhao Gongming looked at Cihang and said meaningfully.

"Brother Cihang, don't just sit idly by."

"Contact the ancestral witch Emperor Jiang."

Cihang was dumbfounded and pointed at himself.

"Why me, the one who contacts the Ancestral Witch?"

Zhao Gongming chuckled, his eyes lewd.

"Because... I really enjoy reading the story of twelve burly men and the Southern Liang Dynasty."

"roll!!!"

Cihang was filled with shame and indignation, but she still obediently took out the communication jade talisman that Dijiang had left behind.

Seeing this scene, Dong Wanggong felt a little uneasy, but he still spoke defiantly.

"Call for help!"

"I'd like to see who you can summon!"

"The sage is high above; surely he wouldn't stoop to help you bully me over such a trivial matter?"

However, the words had barely left his mouth.

Rumble!

Above the sky, the weather suddenly changed.

Two terrifying auras descended almost simultaneously!

On the left, the golden crow cries out, and the true fire of the sun burns the heavens.

Emperor Jun, clad in imperial robes and holding the Hetu and Luoshu diagrams, arrived through the air, exuding imperial majesty.

On the right, malevolent energy soared into the sky, and the laws of space tore through the void.

Dijiang, shirtless with bulging muscles, resembled a demon god; with a single step, the earth trembled.

"Who dares to bully my son?!"

"Who dares to bully young friend Zhao?!"

The two voices were like thunderclaps, making Dongwanggong's eardrums ache.

The next moment, Di Jun and Di Jiang, these two mortal enemies of the prehistoric world.

They stood side by side, their gazes coldly fixed on the Eastern King.

The Eastern King was completely dumbfounded; his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"this……"

"Di Jun, Di Jiang?"

"The Demon Emperor and the Ancestral Witch, how did they end up together?!"

"This script is wrong!"

Di Jun looked at Dong Wang Gong with cold eyes, but still maintained a certain imperial demeanor, trying to reason with him.

"Dongwanggong, as the head of the male immortals, isn't it beneath your dignity to bully a few juniors?"

"These are all distinguished guests of my Demon Court. To harm them is to slap me in the face!"

"If you know what's good for you, get lost!"

But Dijiang, who was standing next to him, was not so easy to talk to.

He was a military general, a rough and brute, and not good with words.

Dijiang stepped forward, pointed at the Eastern King Duke's nose, and uttered a phrase that was considered a national treasure.

"Fuck you!!"

"Dare to touch Zhao Gongming?!"

"Come at me if you dare!!"

"I'll twist your head off and use it as a football!!"

Dongwanggong: "..."

Zhao Gongming: "..."

Cihang: "..."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by Dijiang's simple, unadorned, and tedious cursing.

Is this the true value of the Ancestral Witches?

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