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

Inside the main hall of Biyou Palace.

An eerie, awkward, and bloody smell filled the air.

The Tongtian Sect Leader's lips twitched wildly as he watched the scene unfold before him.

"That kid Zhao Gongming..."

"They actually have this kind of ability?"

"Can it ignore Duobao's defenses and forcefully inflict damage?"

At this moment, the Taoist Duobao, who had been cleaved away by a sword, stood up unsteadily.

Although his chest was stained with blood and his face was slightly pale.

But as the senior disciple of the Jie Sect, Duobao's stubbornness also came out.

He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes hardening.

"I refuse to accept this!"

"I refuse to believe that this unorthodox swordsmanship can keep breaking through my defenses!"

"Junior sister, keep going!"

Golden Spirit Mother was now getting into the swing of things.

The thrill of each critical hit is simply irresistible.

Without saying a word, she struck that classic pose and roared again.

"If you're a brother, come and chop me up!!"

boom!

boom!

boom!

Several sword strikes were unleashed in succession.

Duobao Daoist was like a red ball, being hacked and slashed all over the place.

The string of bright red "-99999" special effects above their heads.

Like firecrackers during the Lunar New Year, they popped and crackled out.

A moment later.

Daoist Duobao was covered in blood, and his Daoist robe was stained red.

It looks like a blood gourd that has just been pulled out of a pool of blood.

"Senior Brother, stop hitting him!"

Our Lady of Wudang and Our Lady of Guiling could no longer bear to watch.

They quickly stepped forward to stop Duobao, who was still trying to hold on.

"You're covered in blood! If you keep hitting him, someone will die!"

Daoist Duobao, panting heavily, waved his hand, his face full of defiance.

"It's alright!"

"This magical artifact looks scary, but it just makes me vomit blood a few times."

"We haven't seen any substantial, fundamental damage yet!"

"I have a high health bar, I can withstand it!"

however.

The Tongtian Sect Leader, seated high on his cloud bed, shook his head, his expression turning solemn.

"Duobao, you're wrong."

"You are at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, with a profound foundation and boundless energy and blood."

"Naturally, I don't feel any pain or itching from this injury."

"But if you think about it from a different perspective..."

"What if the person wielding the sword were facing a late-stage Golden Immortal with ordinary background?"

"Each of these sword strikes forcibly deducts a fixed amount of vital energy."

"Ten swords? A hundred swords?"

"Even a Taiyi Golden Immortal would eventually be worn down and killed if they were constantly attacked like this!"

"This is... the terror of true damage!"

Hearing Master's analysis.

Duobao, Wudang, and Guiling then realized what was happening.

He suddenly took a breath of cold air.

Yes!

Ignore defense and force damage.

This is an absolutely shameless and relentless way of playing!

"only……"

The Tongtian Sect Leader looked at the flashy sword in Jin Ling's hand and couldn't help but complain.

"Why is this magical artifact so abstract?"

"And what's with all this 'Zha Zha Hui' stuff... What is all this nonsense?"

Golden Spirit Mother quickly explained on Zhao Gongming's behalf.

"Master, Junior Brother Gongming has spoken."

"Heaven's way is impartial; for every gain, there is a loss."

"Since the magic weapon possesses heaven-defying, concept-level attributes."

"Then one must inevitably bear the corresponding causal consequences."

"This shameful slogan is the price we pay."

As she spoke, the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit seemed to remember something and added something else.

"Actually, this is not so bad."

"Master, you didn't see the sword that Junior Sister Bixiao was holding earlier..."

"That would mean making Cihang kneel down in public and call him a rebellious son!"

"What?!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader and his other close disciples were shocked once again.

"Cihang? Kneel down before Bixiao? Call him a rebellious son?"

The Tongtian Sect Leader stared wide-eyed, his face full of gossip.

"This... could it be that Gongming and Bixiao really have some kind of relationship?"

"Otherwise, how could they have created such a...family drama-like magical artifact?"

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit had a strange expression on her face and shrugged.

"Master, this is all thanks to the magic weapon."

"However..."

"I think the relationship between Junior Brother Gongming and Junior Sister Sanxiao is indeed unusual."

"That atmosphere, wow."

Upon hearing this, the Tongtian Sect Leader was not angry at all.

Instead, he rubbed his hands together excitedly and chuckled.

"It's good that it's not ordinary, as long as it's not ordinary!"

"I've long wanted to have a grand-disciple to play with."

"We shouldn't let the good stuff go to outsiders!"

"Looks like I'll have to have a good talk with Gongming another day to see when we can get things done."

Upon hearing this, the four disciples exchanged bewildered glances.

Master, isn't your focus a little off?

……

Meanwhile, inside Zhao Gongming's cave.

[Ding! Congratulations, host!]

[The Holy Mother Jinling defeated the Taoist Duobao using the Dragon-Slaying Sword!]

[Critical hit reward triggered! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the divine power: Samadhi True Fire!]

boom!

A surge of true fire essence suddenly merged into Zhao Gongming's body.

Zhao Gongming opened his mouth and spat out Samadhi True Fire.

"Samadhi Fire!"

Zhao Gongming's eyes were filled with surprise.

This is one of the most powerful divine flames in the primordial world.

Even at what level was Niu Shengying in later generations, he was able to make Sun Wukong suffer a setback by using the Samadhi True Fire.

This shows just how terrifying the power of this divine fire truly is.

Water cannot extinguish it, and soil cannot stop it.

It is a top-tier divine power for alchemy, weapon crafting, and combat!

"With the Nine Dragon Cauldron and the Samadhi True Fire added to the mix, the path of weapon crafting will indeed be invincible from now on."

Zhao Gongming was happily playing with the flame in his hand.

Just then.

Boom boom boom!

A series of urgent yet hesitant knocks came from outside the cave.

Who... is knocking on my window?

Zhao Gongming extinguished the flames and waved his hand to break the barrier.

The gate slowly opened.

The moment he saw the person who had come, he froze on the spot.

The newcomer was dressed in white, with a fair complexion and tear stains still visible at the corners of his eyes.

It was Cihang, the direct disciple of the Chan Sect, who had previously died in a frenzy.

Holy crap!

Zhao Gongming subconsciously took a step back, his internal magical power circulating secretly.

"Brother Cihang, I know you might be dissatisfied."

"But this is Jie Sect territory, and I'm the senior disciple of the outer sect. Be careful, or I'll call for help!"

To be honest, Zhao Gongming was somewhat guilty.

After all, it would be acceptable to defeat the opponent through normal means.

The problem is that the cost of death is too high, making it hard not to think that Cihang came for revenge.

Unexpectedly, Cihang showed no signs of wanting to fight or kill.

Instead, she wore a pitiful, aggrieved expression.

He stomped his foot slightly and spoke in a soft, sweet voice.

"Junior brother, losing is losing, but... I don't want the name of Xiao Nanliang."

Cihang raised her head, her large, watery eyes staring intently at Zhao Gongming.

"Junior brother, that magic weapon you crafted is really powerful; I want one too."

"Please, help me forge a magical artifact."

"Please, junior brother~~(*╹▽╹*)"

Zhao Gongming: "???"

Looking at Cihang in front of her, who seemed to be possessed by a young Nanliang, she was struck by his presence.

Zhao Gongming felt his scalp tingle and goosebumps all over his body.

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