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

On the arena at Kunlun Mountain Square.

Seeing Duobao put away his whip, looking like he hadn't had enough, I couldn't stand it anymore.

With a dark expression, he waved his whisk and announced in a deep voice.

"Duobao wins this battle."

"Furthermore, in order to ensure the fairness and entertainment value of the discussions and exchanges."

"In the upcoming competition, the use of those...strange magical artifacts crafted by Zhao Gongming is prohibited!"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

But to everyone's surprise, they were not disappointed. Instead, they looked at Zhao Gongming with even greater enthusiasm.

Although the side effects of those magical artifacts are terrible and perverse.

But... who wouldn't want to own a magical artifact personally crafted by Zhao Gongming?

After all, its power to ignore defense and force hard control is undeniable!

What does pride matter as long as we can win?

Duobao put away the Lightning Five-Strike Whip with some regret, but he had won a match, so he could at least vent his anger.

The competition continued, but many people's minds were no longer on it.

On the Chan Sect's side, Guang Chengzi, sporting an afro, was pulling along Yu Ding Zhenren and Taiyi Zhenren.

She crept up to Zhao Gongming, her face full of flattery.

"Junior Brother Zhao, look..."

"That magical artifact I mentioned earlier... the one that can break the Five-Strike Lightning Whip..."

Zhao Gongming smiled and agreed.

"Sure, sure!"

"Don't worry, fellow disciples. As soon as the Kunlun Grand Ceremony concludes and the materials arrive, I'll start the furnace immediately!"

"As for the materials... everyone can try their best to compete; there are rewards for consecutive wins!"

"We can just ask our master, senior uncles, and senior masters for top-tier rare and precious materials!"

"This is called 'the wool comes from the sheep's back'!"

Upon hearing this, Guang Chengzi and the others' eyes lit up instantly.

"That makes sense!"

Then, the style of the ensuing fight took a sudden turn.

The disciples, who had originally intended to spar, were now filled with fighting spirit and were fiercely battling for the raw materials.

……

Several days later, the Kunlun Grand Ceremony came to a successful conclusion.

Lao Tzu sat upright on the cloud platform and announced in a loud voice.

"The Kunlun Grand Ceremony has concluded."

"First place, Xuan Du, nineteen consecutive wins."

"Second place, Duobao, seventeen consecutive wins."

"Third place, Guang Chengzi, fifteen consecutive wins..."

With the rankings announced, it was time for the most exciting part: the awards ceremony.

Lao Tzu looked at his outstanding disciples below and smiled.

"You have performed exceptionally well. Just tell us what reward you want."

"Whether it's an innate spiritual treasure or a supernatural secret technique, anything that's suitable is acceptable."

Several saints took out the treasures they had prepared, ready to bestow them upon the saints.

However, Xuandu stepped forward first and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Master, this disciple doesn't want a finished spiritual treasure; this disciple desires a top-tier natural treasure imbued with the power of creation!"

Laozi was taken aback. Although he was puzzled, he still gave him a piece of innate creation jade marrow.

Immediately afterwards, Duobao stepped forward.

"Master, this disciple desires a piece of Geng metal essence!"

Guang Chengzi: "Master Uncle, this disciple desires a piece of ten-thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood!"

The disciples behind them were all the same type.

"I need the materials!"

"I need the materials too!"

"Just give me the materials!"

Lao Tzu: "..."

The sages were completely baffled.

Why would they refuse perfectly good innate spiritual treasures and insist on using raw materials? What's wrong with this generation of disciples?

Laozi glanced helplessly at Zhao Gongming, who was grinning from ear to ear in the crowd, and instantly understood the reason.

Zhao Gongming felt the sage's gaze, but instead of panicking, he straightened his hair and sighed inwardly.

"Why……"

"My damn, irresistible charm."

Cihang, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Junior brother, can you please stop being so narcissistic? Can you tone it down a bit?"

Zhao Gongming turned to stare at Cihang and grinned wickedly.

"Oh, senior brother has a problem with that?"

"Then I'll have to take back your God King Magic Wand, after all, it's the culmination of my hard work..."

Upon hearing this, Cihang's expression changed drastically. He quickly and tightly protected the magic wand in his sleeve, shaking his head like a rattle drum.

"No, no!"

"I've already died so many times, and I've finally gotten used to the rhythm of this magic weapon."

"I even kind of like it... cough, anyway, I can't take it away!"

"There's no reason to take back what's given away!"

Zhao Gongming chuckled.

"Just kidding, look how scared you are."

……

At this moment, Xuan Du, having received his reward, held the piece of innate creation jade marrow and pondered for a moment.

Lao Tzu focused his gaze on his eldest disciple and nodded with satisfaction.

"Fortunately, Xuandu is a calm and composed child, unlike the others who are impetuous."

"I'm relieved that I didn't embarrass myself in the ring."

However, the next second, Lao Tzu's smile froze on his face.

Xuandu suddenly looked around and then skillfully produced a pair of bright orange gloves—the gloves of the Helan people!

Xuandu went to great lengths to improve the quality of this chalcedony.

He cupped his face in his hands, making an extremely cute and adorable flower-like gesture, twisting his body, and opening his mouth to reveal that familiar taste.

"Awesome magic (，，＞᎑＜，，)!!

"It smells so good! ★!!"*

"Even immortals would praise it! Hot and delicious! Spicy and fragrant! So good! ૮₍♡♡₎ა!!"

"It tastes even better now! ★!!"

"Is it good or not?! It's so awesome, I can't even describe it!!"

boom!

As the incantation was finished, the jadeite shone brightly, its quality instantly upgraded by a level.

But I felt terrible.

He nearly snapped the whisk in his hand, and let out a long sigh.

"It's over..."

Even Xuandu has fallen.

"After today, Zhao Gongming's magic weapon will likely dominate the entire prehistoric world... Can the world's atmosphere still be salvaged?"

Upon seeing Xuandu's successful amplification, the surrounding disciples instantly erupted in excitement, swarming around Zhao Gongming.

"Senior Brother Zhao, I have the materials. Please refine one for me!"

"Me too! I want that spicy soup too!"

Zhao Gongming's face was beaming with joy.

"Alright, alright, one at a time, line up!"

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I coughed heavily twice.

"Ahem!"

"Go back to your caves and digest today's insights!"

"If you want Zhao Gongming to forge a magic weapon, a couple of days won't be too late. Dismissed!"

After the sage spoke, the disciples reluctantly dispersed.

……

The Kunlun Grand Ceremony has officially concluded.

Nuwa stood up, her face beaming, and gave Tongtian Jiaozhu a thumbs up.

"Third Senior Brother, your disciple is truly a talent!"

"This event is much more interesting than before!"

The Master of Heaven waved his hand with a chuckle, his face beaming with pride:

"It's just so-so, it's all thanks to my good teaching."

"A good teacher produces outstanding students!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable beside him looked at Tongtian with a completely bewildered expression, his lips twitching.

"You really know how to pat yourself on the back, don't you?"

"What's it to you? Besides causing trouble, what have you contributed?"

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the saints departed one after another.

However, as they left, each of the sages lingered on Zhao Gongming for a moment, their eyes filled with meaningful glances.

Those quasi-saints and powerful beings felt the same way, looking at Zhao Gongming as if he were a walking treasure trove.

The Styx Ancestor was preparing to transform into a beam of blood and depart.

"Ouch!"

A figure rushed to him with practiced ease, threw the stretcher on the ground, and lay down.

It was none other than the Ancestral God Emperor Jiang!

Dijiang rolled over on the stretcher, pointed at the Styx Ancestor, and shouted righteously.

"You hit someone!"

"The Styx Ancestor has hit someone!"

"I demand both the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords as compensation; not one less!"

The sudden turn of events caused all the powerful beings who hadn't gone far to stop and watch with expressions of amusement.

Styx was stunned, completely dumbfounded.

"What's going on?"

"You dare ask for the Yuan Tu A Bi? That's my innate spiritual treasure! How dare you take it?"

"Begging for money? Are you crazy?!"

Styx cursed under his breath, not wanting to pay any attention to this madman, and turned to leave.

Boom!

A bolt of purple lightning struck down, causing Styx to stagger and his face to turn black and gray.

"???"

Styx was momentarily stunned, then realized what was happening and looked at the stretcher in horror.

"This...this is also a magic weapon crafted by Zhao Gongming?!"

Not far away, Di Jun, Dong Wang Gong, Hong Yun, and Zhen Yuan Zi nodded in unison, their faces showing the vicissitudes of life.

"Yes, that's right."

"We've all suffered, we'll get used to it."

Just when Styx was about to explode with anger.

Suddenly, a pale white hand reached out and grabbed Dijiang's ear.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

Houtu, the ancestral witch, blushed deeply and, filled with shame and indignation, dragged Dijiang off the stretcher:

"Brother, don't embarrass yourself!"

"Get out of here! You've completely disgraced our witch clan!"

Dijiang fears neither heaven nor earth, except for the anger of his youngest sister.

He dared not disobey Houtu, so he could only chuckle, pack up the stretcher, and before leaving, he didn't forget to utter some harsh words to the Styx River.

"Styx, you wait!"

"Wait until I go to the Netherworld Blood Sea to find you; this isn't over!"

After saying that, Houtu twisted Dijiang's ear and led a group of ancestral witches who were too ashamed to show their faces away from Kunlun Mountain.

……

The farce has finally come to an end.

Zhao Gongming returned to the Kunlun Mountain Jiejiao Dojo in high spirits.

Duobao, Jinling, and Bixiao traveled together.

Duobao was still praising it.

"Junior brother, that whip of yours is really useful!"

"Would you upgrade me again next time?"

Jin Ling and Bi Xiao, on the other hand, felt somewhat disappointed.

"What a pity, I couldn't get a chance to shine this time. My Zha Zha Hui Sword is itching for a fight."

Just as the group was chatting and laughing...

Zhao Gongming paused in his steps.

Not far ahead, three disciples dressed in the attire of the Jie Sect could be seen.

He was surrounding another disciple of the Jie Sect who looked somewhat thin and timid.

The three men had malicious smiles on their faces, pushing and shoving each other, seemingly...bullying?

"Um?"

Zhao Gongming frowned slightly.

[I am Dijiang, I'm lying down now, don't leave unless you urge me to update! ᕙ༼ຈلﻝ͜ ຈ༽ᕗ!]