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

Zhao Gongming calmly pocketed the drop of chaotic causal divine blood essence, which exuded profound causal laws, and felt quite pleased with himself.

He then imbued that look with a childlike charm.

The happy rocking toy with cartoon patterns was handed to Kunpeng.

A detailed operating guide for the social media platform was also included.

"Demon Master, do you understand the usage and side effects now?"

"Once this thing is activated, it can't distinguish between friend and foe."

"Let's all lower our intelligence and call him grandpa together."

Kunpeng took the rocking horse and stroked its smooth plastic shell.

Instead of disgust, his eyes burned with a fierce flame of revenge, and he trembled with excitement.

"I understand, I understand perfectly!"

"Face, what is that? Can you eat it?"

"The important thing is that I can get revenge!"

Kunpeng has been having a really tough time lately.

That scoundrel Dijiang has become addicted to extorting money ever since he got a stretcher.

Go find the River Styx; the River Styx has the Book of Tieba.

He couldn't bear to hear the urgent pronouncements; Dijiang didn't want to suffer that mental torment.

Go find the Eastern King Duke; he possesses the Thousand-Year Killing Technique.

The pain from that single finger was excruciating, and Dijiang didn't want to suffer that physical torment.

Thus, even without any abstract magical artifacts, Kunpeng is still a nouveau riche.

They became easy targets and ATMs in Dijiang's eyes.

They come to extort money every few days, and Kunpeng's resources are almost completely drained!

"Dijiang, you just wait, ancestor!"

"Today is the day when our roles in offense and defense shift!"

Looking at Kunpeng's fanatical appearance, as if he were willing to perish together with others.

The Great Immortal Yang Mei was completely dumbfounded.

He stroked his long eyebrows and asked incredulously.

"No... Little Kunpeng."

"How could you accept such terrifying and shameful side effects?"

"You still want to sing nursery rhymes and call me grandpa? You're a powerful being at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm!"

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng turned his head, a serene smile on his face revealing a profound understanding of the world.

He said earnestly.

"Senior, you're being too attached to appearances."

"In this vast world, when a person loses face, that is true social death, that is being a clown."

"but……"

"When a group of people are making a fool of themselves, when everyone has become a monster..."

"Then everyone is equal!"

"As long as I don't need the dough, I have nothing to fear—that's the answer!"

Master Yangmei: "..."

Yang Mei's mouth dropped open, feeling as if her worldview had been shaken like never before.

"What...what kind of strange customs exist in this prehistoric world?"

"What kind of ideas did Hongjun instill in these children?"

……

At that moment, Kunpeng said no more and held the rocking horse in his hand.

With a flash, he took to the air and arrived above Shouyang Mountain.

He released his aura without reservation.

Sure enough, in less than three breaths, tearing sound, the space cracked open.

Dijiang rushed out in a hurry, carrying that tattered stretcher, and immediately spotted Kunpeng.

"Hahaha, Brother Kunpeng!"

"I was just worried about not having money to buy wine, and you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep!"

Dijiang, his face beaming with the sight of a fat sheep, rubbed his hands together and charged over.

"Come on, hand over all your valuables!"

"Otherwise, I'll just lie down!"

"I can't get up without at least a hundred or eighty magical treasures while I'm lying down!"

As he spoke, Dijiang was about to throw the stretcher to the ground.

However, this time, Kunpeng neither ran away nor paid any money.

He stood on the clouds, watching the rushing Dijiang, and suddenly laughed loudly, a laugh that was both sorrowful and arrogant.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Dijiang, haven't you heard that Heaven always finds a way out?!"

"You really think... I'm completely under your control?!"

"You underestimate me too much! Look at the magic treasure!"

Swish!

Kunpeng suddenly pulled out the flashy, happy rocking horse in his hand.

hum!

A whimsical aura of law instantly enveloped the two of them.

The next moment, under the shocked gazes of countless humans, disciples of the four sects, and the Great Immortal Yangmei below.

Above the sky, a huge, colorful two-seater rocking horse appeared out of thin air.

Before Dijiang could react, he was forcibly pressed into the seat on the left by a force of cause and effect.

Kunpeng sat on the right with a look of resignation to his fate.

"What is this?!" Dijiang exclaimed in surprise.

Before he could even struggle, the rocking horse began to sway back and forth, playing cheerful electronic music.

"Picture picture picture picture picture picture picture picture!"

Immediately afterwards, under the control of the laws, the two quasi-saints, Dijiang and Kunpeng, were...

At the same time, he opened his mouth wide, and clear saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became clear.

The two swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the rocking horse.

They sang that classic children's song loudly together.

Kunpeng: "What's your father's name?"

Dijiang: "My father's father is called Grandpa!"

Kunpeng: "What are Daddy's mom's names?"

Dijiang: "My dad's mom is called grandma!"

His voice was loud and clear, resounding throughout the three realms.

As Dijiang sang, his heart was roaring.

"No, why should I call him grandpa? Why should I drool? Kunpeng, you little brat!"

But the body is very honest, shaking more enthusiastically than anyone else.

……

In the small courtyard below, Master Yangmei watched this scene unfold.

The teacup in my hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

He pointed to the two fools riding the rocking horse in the sky.

He turned to look at Zhao Gongming, his tone extremely complex.

"Little guy..."

"Your ingenious gadget... is actually so bizarre?"

"This is utterly insulting to people's intelligence!"

Zhao Gongming calmly took a sip of tea, displaying the demeanor of a superior person.

"Senior, to gain something, you have to lose something."

"You have to give up something to gain something."

"They lost their intelligence and face, but gained happiness and peace. Isn't that worth it?"

Master Yangmei took a deep breath, stood up, and waved his hand.

"It won't work."

"I am a little confused, and my Daoist mind is somewhat unstable."

"This place is too abstract. I'd better go to Zixiao Palace to discuss the important matter of expanding our territory with Hongjun."

"Only war can soothe my wounded soul!"

After saying this, Immortal Yangmei tore through space and fled from this place of trouble as if escaping.

……

After Yang Mei left, Di Jiang and Kun Peng remained locked in a stalemate in the sky.

Over and over again, the song played, "My father's father calls my grandfather."

Zhao Gongming was too lazy to pay attention to them and was preparing to take a rest.

Just then, a burly figure walked in awkwardly.

It was none other than the Mighty Bull Demon King of the Jie Sect.

At this moment, the Bull Demon King was completely devoid of his usual boldness.

Instead, she seemed a bit restrained, constantly fidgeting with the hem of her clothes.

The cow had a shy blush on its face.

"Um... Senior Brother Gongming."

The Bull Demon King lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhao Gongming, and called out softly.

Zhao Gongming was taken aback and asked curiously.

"Junior Brother Niu, what's wrong?"

"Just say what's on your mind. We're brothers, aren't we?"

"Do you also want to forge magical artifacts? I think your mixed iron rod needs an upgrade."

The Bull Demon King shook his head, mustered his courage, and raised his head.

Looking at Zhao Gongming with those big, bell-like eyes, she asked earnestly and gossipy.

"Senior brother... I just wanted to ask, do you have a Daoist partner?"

boom!

The air froze instantly upon hearing this.

The smile on Zhao Gongming's face vanished instantly, and a row of neat black lines appeared on his forehead.

He thought of Huanglong and Shiji, who had just successfully paired up.

It reminded me of Donghuang Taiyi riding a ghost fire and taking Houtu for a ride.

I recalled my own desolate scene of fluttering snowflakes and howling north wind.

This is rubbing salt into his wound!

Zhao Gongming slowly stood up, his eyes turning dangerous.

He stared intently at the Bull Demon King, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"The Bull Demon King..."

"Are you asking for trouble?"

Don't bring up things you don't want to talk about!

"Don't force me to slap you when I'm really happy!"

"roll!!!"