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

"Something's not right, absolutely not right!"

Just then, several streaks of light descended, just as Zhao Gongming, Yunxiao, and Qiongxiao, who had noticed the commotion, rushed over.

As soon as he landed, Yunxiao stared at the scene before him in disbelief.

Cihang, who was usually arrogant and haughty, was now kneeling respectfully.

He caught Bixiao's holy sword with both hands.

In contrast, Bixiao's expression was quite abstract, as she wiped away non-existent tears.

"You unfilial son, how cruel your heart is!"

"My heart aches so much for me, it hurts so much!"

Qiongxiao rubbed her eyes and murmured.

"Big sister, I feel like my cultivation has damaged my eyes."

"What on earth is Second Sister doing?!"

Yunxiao also took a deep breath, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

"Our elder brother didn't lie to us after all."

"This magical artifact sounds abstract, but it's truly terrifying to use."

Zhao Gongming watched this scene, though he had expected it.

But I personally witnessed a powerful Golden Immortal being forcibly pinned to the ground and rubbed against his skin.

He was secretly astonished.

"The system really didn't lie to me; it truly lives up to its reputation as a concept-level magic weapon."

"Even if Cihang is a late-stage Golden Immortal, I still have to kneel!"

Just as Zhao Gongming was secretly sighing.

A faint voice suddenly came from beside me.

"Junior Brother Gongming, I think you're being a bit unfair."

When Zhao Gongming turned around, he saw that the Holy Mother Jinling was looking at him with a sly expression that said, "I understand you, you've been hiding it well."

His eyes were full of the mischievousness typical of onlookers.

"Senior Sister Jinling, I don't quite understand what you're saying."

Zhao Gongming was completely bewildered.

Golden Spirit Mother chuckled, leaned closer, and lowered her voice.

"Junior brother, don't keep pretending in front of your smart senior sister."

"I just saw it with my own eyes. When Cihang knelt down, it was incredibly smooth, without any sign of disobedience."

"If it weren't for the bond of blood, how could Cihang have knelt down so shamelessly?"

"Junior Sister Bixiao is so sad, and Cihang has sincerely acknowledged her, yet you still refuse to admit it."

"I know that you are actually Cihang's biological father, and Junior Sister Bixiao is Cihang's biological mother."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Senior Brother Gongming, I didn't realize that."

"With those thick eyebrows and big eyes, you're quite the ladies' man behind the scenes!"

Upon hearing this, Yunxiao and Qiongxiao, who were standing nearby, froze instantly.

The way he looked at his older brother had changed.

Zhao Gongming felt as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat, and he almost fainted.

God, blood is thicker than water!

That's some seriously fancy stuff!

"Stop! Stop!"

Zhao Gongming hurriedly waved his hand, looking at Jin Ling with a horrified expression.

"Senior Sister Jinling, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!"

"This is a matter of great importance concerning one's reputation!"

"You absolutely mustn't make such a ridiculous joke!"

Jin Ling was taken aback: "What Longli?"

Zhao Gongming's lips twitched, and he subconsciously made a joke.

"Ethics, do you even understand ethics?!"

"Don't make such ethical jokes!"

"This could kill someone!"

Just as the group was pulling at each other, Cihang Daoist in the center of the scene was on the verge of collapse.

His body was firmly locked in place by that strange power of rules.

His knees seemed to be rooted to the ground.

His hands gripped the sword blade like iron clamps, remaining completely still.

No matter how he activated his magic.

Even attempting to burn one's own life essence could not shake this power in the slightest!

What made him even more desperate was that the crazy woman on the other side kept adding drama to her story!

"You unfilial son, say something!"

Why aren't you saying anything?

"Are you feeling guilty?"

Bixiao got so into acting that she even wanted to reach out and pat Cihang on the head.

Cihang was roaring inside.

Hey, you bastard, at least let me open my mouth!

The commotion here was too loud, especially considering the previous argument.

More and more disciples of the three religions are beginning to gather here.

"Look, why is someone kneeling over there?"

"Holy crap, is that Cihang, the senior brother of the Chan Sect?"

"Why did he kneel down before Senior Sister Bixiao?"

Among the Seven Immortals of the Intercepting Sect, Wuyun Xian, Jinguang Xian, and others arrived together.

My eyes nearly popped out when I saw this.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Wan and the other ten Heavenly Lords also arrived at the scene.

When there are many people, there are many different opinions.

Especially in those primitive times when entertainment was scarce.

The speed at which gossip spreads is comparable to the speed of light.

Moreover, extremely bizarre mutations can occur during the transmission process.

A disciple of the Jie Sect, unaware of the truth, grabbed the person next to him and asked.

"Senior brother, what's going on? Why is Senior Brother Cihang kneeling?"

The person next to him had vaguely heard what the Golden Spirit Mother had said, so he lowered his voice and said.

"I heard that Cihang is actually Bixiao's godson; this is a family reunion!"

"Huh? Godson?" The third person came over, looking shocked.

"That can't be right. I heard that Cihang is Bixiao's biological daughter?"

"Look at that kneeling posture, so perfect! That's bloodline suppression!"

"If he's biologically related, then who's the father?"

"Is that even a question? Look over there, Senior Brother Zhao Gongming's face is all red, it must be him!"

Thus, the rumor went through several iterations.

By the time the message reached the disciples who arrived later, it had already become...

"Breaking news! A shocking revelation!"

"Senior Brother Zhao Gongming and Senior Sister Bixiao have already pledged their lives to each other."

"Even her child is so grown up, she's truly a compassionate guide!"

"Today, the family of three is reunited. Cihang, deeply grateful for her parents' kindness, kneels down on the spot to acknowledge her ancestors!"

puff--!

Zhao Gongming kept his ears perked up, listening intently to any sounds.

Hearing this outrageous rumor, I was completely stunned.

He turned around abruptly and roared at the group of disciples who were still whispering among themselves.

"Shut up, all of you, shut up!"

"What do you mean by 'privately engaged' and 'a family of three'!"

"Bixiao and I are siblings!"

"Brother and sister, don't you understand? I don't practice orthopedics, you know?!"

Zhao Gongming was on the verge of tears. What on earth was all this?

He was clearly trying to stand up for his sister and also testing the magic weapon.

How did he become the male lead in a prehistoric ethical drama?

"No, I just casually crafted a magic weapon for Junior Sister Bixiao to protect herself."

"What on earth are you thinking?!"

Zhao Gongming explained, almost in despair.

At this moment, he felt that there seemed to be a reason for the future destruction of the Jie Sect.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Gongming's words of collapse had just fallen.

Countless eyes instantly locked onto Zhao Gongming.

Even Xuandu and Manjushri, who were originally confused, were affected.

At this moment, he stared directly at Zhao Gongming, his face full of astonishment.

Nobody cares anymore what orthopedics actually is.

Everyone's attention was drawn to Zhao Gongming's casual remark about refining something.

The expression of schadenfreude on the face of the Golden Spirit Mother froze.

She pointed to the terrifying scene where Jin Xian was powerless to fight back and forced to kneel down to receive the sword.

He swallowed hard and asked incredulously.

"Junior Brother Gongming, you just said..."

"The reason Cihang knelt down was actually because of a magical artifact you casually crafted?!"