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

Zhao Gongming was completely dumbfounded, his head buzzing.

He stared intently at the description of the magical artifact that appeared in the system, examining it over and over, his face filled with disbelief.

"No, something's wrong, there's definitely something wrong!"

"My magic weapon is only designed to be greasy, socially awkward, and hardcore!"

"It doesn't have the power to bewitch people, nor does it have the function of forcibly reducing one's intelligence or making one fall in love!"

"This isn't scientific, this isn't prehistoric!"

Cihang Daoist, who was standing to the side, put away the recording stone. Looking at Zhao Gongming's life-doubting expression, he couldn't help but click his tongue twice and said in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh dear..."

"Who just said they wanted to see their best buddy turn into a clown?"

"Now it seems like someone is the real clown~"

Zhao Gongming subconsciously touched his nose.

"It hasn't turned red, has it?"

Immediately, he realized what was happening and looked at the stage with grief and indignation.

"No... what gives Huang Long the right?!"

"He's a nobody, lacking everything, so how could he possibly win over Junior Sister Shiji?"

"That's Shi Ji, the most beautiful flower of our Jie Sect's outer sect. She's so pretty, and her personality is so gentle and sweet..."

"Tell me this isn't real! It's an illusion! It's a demon in my heart!"

"No~~~~!!"

Zhao Gongming's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, grabbing his hair with both hands and roaring to the sky.

At that moment, it was as if a mournful background music was playing throughout the world.

"Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling"

"The world is a vast expanse of white..."

It's so desolate, so incredibly desolate.

I wanted to see my brother make a fool of himself, but he became a winner in life, while I became a single dog on the street.

……

On the cloud platform, all the saints were also completely bewildered.

This plot development completely exceeded the scope of a sage's predictions.

Yuanshi Tianzun was stunned for a long time, then stroked his beard and revealed a proud, even smug, smile.

"Wow, not bad, not bad."

"It seems the disciples of the Jie Sect have quite good judgment."

"Although Huanglong's lineage is a bit lacking, he is diligent and hardworking in his cultivation, and he also has the blood of the dragon clan, making him exceptionally talented."

"This is a blessing he deserves. Hmm, I approve of this marriage!"

The two Western Saints beside them exchanged a glance, both completely dumbfounded.

Zhunti transmitted his voice.

"Senior brother, is this still the same Yuanshi who disliked creatures with fur and armor, and those born from eggs in damp environments?"

"Wasn't he the one who hated Huanglong the most?"

Jieyin shook his head.

"Maybe... this is double standards."

"As long as they can win, they are good disciples."

Nuwa covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes sparkling with gossip.

"Wow, it's so sweet!"

"I'm totally shipping them! The domineering senior brother and the adorable junior sister, I'll be shipping this couple first!"

"Bang!"

The Master of the Heavenly Sect slammed his fist on the table and stood up, so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

"Second brother, have you no shame?!"

"That damn disciple is my Jie Sect's disciple, my Jie Sect's little cabbage!"

"You disciples of the Chan Sect are openly poaching someone's boyfriend, and you're not going to do anything about it? You're even cheering for it?"

Yuanshi Tianzun glanced at him sideways, calmly turned his head away, and said lightly.

"Tongtian, you're being narrow-minded."

"Mutual affection and free choice in love—how can it be considered stealing someone else's partner?"

"What era are we living in? Stop being so prejudiced! You old-fashioned feudalist!"

"puff!"

The Tongtian Cult Leader nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

That's so damn feudal!

Who is really the most feudal one?!

Blanch!

Tong was furious, but seeing his apprentice's shy and timid appearance, he couldn't lash out and could only sit back down dejectedly.

……

The disciples of the Chan Sect below the stage cheered and jumped for joy.

Cihang Daoren even put his hand to his mouth like a megaphone and shouted at the stage.

"Senior Brother Huanglong, you're awesome!"

"Bring your younger siblings out to hunt ferocious beasts sometime, we'll contribute a gift!"

On the viewing platform, the quasi-saints and powerful beings were also discussing among themselves.

People say things like how great it is to be young, how daring you are, and that this is what youth is all about.

At this moment, Huanglong Zhenren on the arena had completely turned red.

He originally intended to show off, but ended up acting like a husband.

"I...I...I..."

"You...you...you...you..."

"This...this...this..."

Huang Long was at a loss, his mind went blank.

Upon seeing this, Shi Ji's eyes dimmed, and she adopted a sorrowful and weak posture, looking at Huang Long with teary eyes.

"Senior brother...don't you like me?"

"Is Shiji just imagining things? Waaaaah..."

Seeing this, Huang Long no longer cared about saving face and hurriedly tried to explain.

"No, no, no, I like it, of course I like it!"

"Oh dear, junior sister, why are you confessing your feelings at this time?"

"I...I haven't prepared the betrothal gifts yet!"

Zhao Gongming, who was in the audience, also shouted wildly.

"Yes, that's not how Gala Gemu is at all."

"You should have Huanglong give you a gift first to increase your favorability."

"Then confess your feelings during a special event to unlock the hidden CG, Huanglong, you deserve to die!"

However, the two on stage were so engrossed in their own world that no one paid any attention to Zhao Gongming.

Shi Ji instantly went from tears to laughter, her cheeks flushed.

"My senior brother likes me too! That's great!"

The two gazed deeply into each other's eyes, completely ignoring the tens of thousands of pairs of eyes around them.

On the cloud platform, Di Jun watched this scene and couldn't help but sigh.

"What a wonderful and gentle girl."

"Clear eyes and a gentle personality."

"I hope Huang Long will cherish this; there aren't many women like this who don't beat their husbands anymore."

Dijiang, who was picking his toes nearby, heard this and immediately, not wanting to miss out on the fun, shouted loudly.

"Oh, Di Jun?"

"You mean... your two family members aren't gentle?"

"She's a tigress, isn't she?"

"Alright, I've got it. I'll have Houtu go to Taiyin Star and tell Xihe and Changxi that you're disgusted with them!"

Swish!

Di Jun's face turned deathly pale instantly. He grabbed Di Jiang's hands tightly, his eyes filled with pleading, and he almost knelt down.

"Big brother, Brother Dijiang!"

"No, please don't!"

"You promised to be brothers for life! You're trying to kill me!"

"I was wrong, I take back what I just said!"

Seeing this pair of lively characters, Kunpeng and Donghuang Taiyi exchanged a glance.

They sighed in perfect unison and said in unison,

"actually……"

"Being alone is fine too."

"Women will only slow down my speed in drawing my sword (ringing the bell)."

……

On the stage, pink bubbles were practically overflowing.

Huang Long finally remembered the important matter, turned to look at the high platform, and asked weakly.

"Um... Master, Senior Uncle."

"How should we determine the outcome of this battle?"

Yuanshi Tianzun stood up with a cheerful smile and waved his hand.

"What's there to calculate!"

"You brat, you're acting innocent after getting the benefit!"

"Go down there and let's talk properly. Don't get in my way!"

"I've prepared a special gift for you, as well as a greeting gift for Shiji. Go on your way!"

"Thank you, Master!"

Huanglong was overjoyed and quickly pulled the shy Shiji along.

He fled the ring amidst a commotion.

……

In a corner of the audience, Zhao Gongming was still kneeling on the ground, with the background music "Yi Jian Mei" still playing on a loop.

Cihang squatted down beside him, patted his shoulder, and comforted him.

"Junior brother, don't be sad."

"Even though you're still single, even though you've been bombarded with displays of affection, even though you've become a clown..."

"But you still have us!"

Zhao Gongming's lips twitched.

"Senior brother, are you trying to comfort me? Or are you just adding insult to injury?"

Suddenly, Zhao Gongming stood up abruptly, his eyes becoming deep and serious, and asked Cihang in a solemn tone.

"Brother Cihang."

"Tell me... what is the purpose of life?"

Upon hearing this, Cihang pondered for a moment.

He extended a slender, white finger and gently touched his red lips.

He tilted his head slightly, making a cute, thoughtful gesture, just like Nanliang.

After a moment, he blinked and said matter-of-factly.

"Of course..."

"Just to see what kind of fun the next person will have~☆"

boom!

These words struck Zhao Gongming like a bolt of lightning, instantly dispelling his confusion.

Zhao Gongming's eyes lit up, and he instantly regained his strength, clenching his fist.

"That's right!"

"As long as I'm alive, the fun won't stop!"

"Huanglong didn't get wiped out this time, but there are still so many people behind him!"

"I refuse to believe there won't be any entertainment to watch!"

Just then, Lao Tzu coughed on the high platform, drawing everyone's attention back to him.

"Cough cough."

"Although the first match had a bit of a... little hiccup, it was still a happy marriage. Let's wish them all the best."

"Next, who would like to come up on stage?"

The voice just fell.

Swish!

A figure flew onto the arena like lightning and landed steadily.

He wore a brocade Taoist robe, held a five-strike whip with lightning bolts in his hand, and shouted loudly with a confident smile on his face.

"Duobao, the chief disciple of the Jie Sect!"

"We volunteer!"

[Zhao Gongming: No~~~~ I need to urge for more updates to soothe my conscience!]