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

Outside the Demon Emperor's Palace, Lu Ya, who had just shed his catgirl form and returned to his heroic youthful appearance, was rushing back in a great hurry.

"I think I sensed the murderous aura of those barbarians from the Twelve Ancestral Witches just now. Father and Second Uncle, we mustn't suffer any losses!"

Lu Ya was anxious and transformed into a golden crow, covering tens of thousands of miles in an instant.

However, before he could even get close to the Lingxiao Palace, a strange and intoxicating sensation struck him.

The voice that made him blush drifted into his ears on the wind.

"Keep going, hurry up and push! Have you guys not eaten?!"

"Come and hit me, you idiot!"

Lu Ya's body stiffened abruptly, and he almost fell from the sky.

That voice... why does it sound so much like my father's?

But how could his father, who was so majestic and domineering in his memory and ruled over all demons, make such a sound?

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Lu Ya peeked out.

Before the Lingxiao Palace, Di Jun, clad in golden armor, stood with his arms outstretched.

He actually looked like he was enjoying it; he was the epitome of perversion.

Boom!

Lu Ya felt his worldview completely shattered, reduced to dust.

"Father...Father Emperor?"

"My father, who was usually tall and imposing, and who taught me to have the dignity of a king..."

"In private, he's actually this kind of... this kind of filthy pervert?!"

"Is this what the adult world is like? It's terrifying!"

The Emperor, who usually reigns supreme and rules over all, actually has this strange quirk in private?!

At that moment, Di Jun was completely immersed in the pleasure of absolute defense.

Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure, and our eyes met.

Di Jun saw the deep shock and disappointment in Lu Ya's eyes, as well as the despair of "I'm not clean anymore."

"Well……"

Di Jun felt as if something was stuck in his throat.

The sentence that was about to be uttered was not strong enough and was forcibly swallowed back.

That is, this momentary pause.

The pink light on the armor vanished instantly, and the defensive mechanism failed!

Boom! Boom!

Zhu Rong's Divine Fire Fist and Gong Gong's Sunflower Water Palm landed squarely on Di Jun's chest.

"puff!"

Di Jun screamed in agony as he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the ruins.

"Cough cough cough..."

Di Jun got up, covered in dust and dirt, ignoring his injuries, and pointed at Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, cursing them angrily.

"Damn it!!"

"Didn't you see I didn't shout any slogans? The magic weapon has failed, and you're still attacking?!"

"Don't you have any sense of martial ethics?!"

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong exchanged a glance, scratched their heads somewhat embarrassedly, and gave each other a simple, honest smile.

"Hehe, sorry Di Jun."

"I'm used to it. It's mainly because I want to attack you whenever I see your face."

"Besides, you were so annoying just now, I couldn't control myself. Please understand, please understand."

Di Jun was so angry that his liver hurt, but he couldn't care less about arguing with these two barbarians.

He darted to Lu Ya in a flash, grabbed Lu Ya's shoulder, and frantically explained.

"My son, listen to your father's explanation!"

"This isn't Father's true nature, and this is a magical artifact—a magical artifact crafted by Zhao Gongming!"

"Father was forced into it; Father is suffering greatly!"

After hearing the explanation, Lu Ya looked at Zhao Gongming, who looked completely innocent, and then reluctantly believed it.

Immediately, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Another magic weapon?"

"Senior Brother Zhao's talent in weapon crafting... is it really that terrifying?"

"Even this kind of rule can be implemented through a magical artifact?"

Faced with everyone's praise, Zhao Gongming straightened his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly.

"So-so, third in the Primordial Era."

"There's nothing special about it; it's simply a matter of practice makes perfect."

Xuan Du, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but mutter a complaint under his breath.

"Junior brother...you're really showing off."

"But this act of showing off... was certainly well done."

Just then, Dijiang, who had been silent all along, suddenly appeared carrying the tattered stretcher.

He strode up to Donghuang Taiyi, who was about to leave.

"Hey, you scraggly bird, don't go!"

Dijiang shouted loudly.

Donghuang Taiyi frowned.

"Dijiang, what are you doing? Haven't you had enough?"

Without saying a word, Dijiang threw the stretcher on the ground and lay down on it with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, this head of the ancestral witches acted like a shrew from the marketplace.

He started rolling around wildly on the stretcher, kicking his limbs erratically, completely disregarding his image, and howling at the top of his lungs.

"They're hitting someone!!!"

"Donghuang Taiyi is hitting someone!!!"

"Ouch, my back! Ouch, my legs! This is murder!!"

"Don't even think about leaving without paying! I can't get up without a primordial spiritual treasure!!"

The entire venue fell silent again; everyone was stunned.

Only the Medicine Master of the Western Sect was so excited that he trembled all over, his eyes gleaming, and he couldn't help but shout out loud.

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"

"This magical artifact is practically tailor-made for my master!"

"This art of extortion... no, this art of demanding compensation, is truly a quintessential example of Western religion!"

Zhao Gongming glanced at the pharmacist speechlessly, thinking to himself.

"Goodness, you actually know that your two saints are shameless? Does that count as official confirmation?"

At this moment, Donghuang Taiyi looked at Dijiang, who was throwing a tantrum on the ground, his forehead veins bulging and his face full of black lines.

"Neuropathy!"

"I don't have time to waste on your madness!"

Taiyi snorted coldly and turned to transform into a streak of light and leave.

However, at the very moment he took a step...

Boom!

Without warning, a bolt of purple lightning appeared out of thin air and struck Donghuang Taiyi squarely on the forehead.

"hiss!"

Taiyi staggered from the blow, his hair standing on end, staring blankly at the sky.

"Holy crap?!"

"Heavenly punishment?!"

"No compensation...you really won't let us leave, huh?!"

Taiyi looked at the broken stretcher in shock, only then realizing the wickedness of this conceptual-level magic weapon.

This is a forced sale at the level of causality!

He looked at Dijiang, who was still rolling on the ground, peeking at him through his fingers, and was so angry that his teeth itched.

"Fine, you're ruthless!"

"What do you want?!"

Dijiang immediately stopped rolling around, sat up, and pointed at the top of Taiyi's head.

"I want the Chaos Bell!"

"roll!"

The Taiyi Chaos Bell trembled, emanating a murderous aura.

"Want me to slap you across the face?!"

Dijiang shrank back, realizing that the request was excessive, and rolled his eyes.

"Then...give me that hibiscus branch you just put away!"

Those were scraps left over from Di Jun's weapon forging, but they also contained the essence of the true fire of the sun.

"Take it and get out of here!"

Taiyi casually tossed the branch to Dijiang, as if dismissing a beggar.

Dijiang happily accepted the stretcher, immediately put it away, patted his bottom, stood up, and looked righteous.

"Since His Majesty the Eastern Emperor is so kind, then let's just drop this matter."

Seeing this, Di Jun and Di Jiang's eyes met once again.

Both of them keenly perceived the enormous strategic potential contained in Zhao Gongming's magic weapon.

Dijiang had just opened his mouth, about to speak.

"Young friend Zhao, why not come to my Witch Clan..."

"Lu Ya!"

Di Jun suddenly shouted, interrupting Di Jiang before he could finish speaking.

"Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, don't just sit around doing nothing!"

"Quickly take your disciples, the Sages, around the Demon Court and have some fun, to show them the hospitality of a great host!"

"Especially young friend Zhao, we must treat him well; we'd have to pluck the stars from the sky to make him happy!"

Lu Ya understood immediately and pulled Zhao Gongming and the others along.

"Senior brother, come on, come on, I'll take you to a great place!"

Zhao Gongming was also enjoying himself, after all, he hadn't had a chance to properly appreciate the magnificent and resplendent Demon Court yet.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, junior brother."

As Di Jiang watched Zhao Gongming and the others leave, his face darkened.

He turned to look at Di Jun and asked in an annoyed tone.

"Did he do that on purpose?"

Di Jun straightened his disheveled armor and arrogantly raised his chin.

"So what if it was intentional?"

"This is my demon court; I can keep guests here whenever I want!"

Dijiang, enraged, laughed and pointed at Dijun's nose, cursing.

"Di Jun, I'm telling you!"

"You're just a bunch of scheming, rotten birds!"

Di Jun retorted without backing down.

"Dijiang, I'm telling you!"

"You're just a muscle-bound brute, don't push your luck!"

The two men clashed like fighting cocks, spitting as they spoke.

Not far away, there were four people: Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, Donghuang Taiyi, and Kunpeng.

They huddled together in perfect unison, and some even took out sunflower seeds.

"Tsk tsk, here we go again."

"These two are like children arguing. They've been like this since they first met at Zixiao Palace, and they haven't gotten tired of it even after millions of years."

Kunpeng sighed and concluded with a sigh.

"A love-hate relationship, huh..."

"What a tragic couple."

……

Deep within the Demon Court, in a grand hall with extremely luxurious decorations and a rather ambiguous style.

Lu Ya led Zhao Gongming, Xuandu, Cihang, and Yaoshi in.

"Senior brothers, please have a seat!"

Lu Ya invited everyone to sit down. The chairs here were made of ten-thousand-year-old warm jade, and the table was filled with fine wines and innate spiritual fruits.

"Junior brother, where is this?"

Zhao Gongming looked around curiously.

Lu Ya smiled mysteriously, said nothing, and clapped his hands lightly.

Snapped!Snapped!

As applause erupted.

A fragrant breeze suddenly wafted out from behind the main hall.

Immediately afterwards, two rows of beautiful fairy maidens of the demon race, dressed in thin gauze, with graceful figures and stunning appearances, walked slowly in.

They may be from the fox clan, the cat clan, or the peacock clan.

Each one of them was incredibly beautiful, and they lined up in a row, bowing gracefully to the group and calling out in a sweet, coquettish voice.

"Welcome to the Demon Court, disciples of our sages!"

"This is our Demon Court's Supreme Service~~"

puff!

Zhao Gongming, who had just taken a sip of the nectar, immediately spat it out.

His eyes widened as he stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene before him, his jaw practically dropping to the floor.

"Holy crap?!"

"That familiar standing position...that familiar welcoming speech..."

"You demon court... you even have a clubhouse?!"