Yuanshi is crying and poaching? Tongtian: Old bald man, take your dirty hands off!

The hustle and bustle of the Kunlun Mountain plaza gradually faded.

Zhao Gongming was preparing to return to his cave dwelling to thoroughly study that pool of Three Lights Divine Water.

Suddenly, he heard the voice transmission from Sect Master Tongtian in his ear.

"Gongming, come to Biyou Palace quickly to see me."

Zhao Gongming froze, muttering to himself.

"Summoned alone?"

"Could it be because the awesome sound I just made was too loud, damaging my reputation, and Master wants to lecture me?"

With a nervous heart, Zhao Gongming rode the clouds to Biyou Palace.

However, as soon as he stepped over the threshold of the main hall, before he could even get a clear look at the situation inside.

A figure clad in Yuqing robes.

With an agile speed completely unfitting for a sage, instantly rushed before him.

Immediately after.

A pair of warm and powerful hands tightly gripped Zhao Gongming's hands.

Zhao Gongming was stunned. He looked up and was instantly so terrified that his soul nearly flew out of his body.

He saw his second senior uncle, Yuanshi Tianzun, who was always dignified and rigid, valuing rules above all else.

At this moment, his eyes were red, and his vision was blurred with tears.

He gazed at Zhao Gongming affectionately, with the look of someone seeing a son lost for many years.

"Wuwuwu..."

"Why! Why!"

Yuanshi Tianzun's voice choked, filled with grief and despair.

"Why is such a good disciple not from my Chan Sect?"

"Such exquisite talent in the Way of Artifacts, such a peculiar way of thinking."

"He's practically tailor-made for my Jade Void Palace!"

"Gongming, if you had joined my sect, I would have let you play with the Pangu Banner!"

Not far away, Sect Master Tongtian, seated on a cloud bed, had his eyes wide open like copper bells, completely dumbfounded.

"Holy crap?!"

"Second Brother, are you insane?!"

Sect Master Tongtian jumped up, pointing at Yuanshi Tianzun and yelling.

"You were perfectly normal outside just now, how did you start crying faster than Medicine Master bleeding the moment you entered the room?"

"Are you trying to poach disciples right in front of me? Do you have any sense of a sage's dignity?"

"Let go, let go of him quickly! Zhao Gongming is my disciple, Tongtian's disciple, and no one can take him away!"

Zhao Gongming was also taken aback by this sudden display of affection.

He used all his might to slowly pull his hands free from Yuanshi Tianzun's iron grip.

Although he was secretly pleased, being fought over by sages.

Zhao Gongming still put on a righteous and loyal facade.

He took a step back, cupped his hands in a salute, and said with extreme厚脸皮 (thick skin):

"Thank you for your kind regard, Second Senior Uncle!"

"But this disciple's heart already belongs elsewhere."

"This disciple is of the Jie Sect in life, and a dead ghost of the Jie Sect in death!"

"The Jie Sect is my home, and Master is my... well, you know, I'm definitely not switching!"

Hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun wiped away his non-existent tears with a look of regret and sighed.

Sect Master Tongtian, however, was first delighted, then his expression changed.

He rushed forward and slapped Zhao Gongming on the back of his head.

"Pah pah pah!"

"May your words be as if they were never spoken, blown away by the wind!"

Sect Master Tongtian glared and cursed.

"What 'dead or alive,' so inauspicious!"

"You are destined to achieve Hunyuan, stop saying such unlucky things!"

Just at this moment of deep master-disciple affection.

Daoist Zhun Ti, who had been silent beside them, suddenly coughed twice.

He leaned in with a smile, twirling the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand, and spoke with a compassionate look.

"Cough, cough, actually..."

"This Humble Daoist feels that nephew Gongming has a deep connection with our Western Teachings."

"If you join the Western Teachings, This Humble Daoist is willing to grant you the position of Vice Sect Master. This treatment..."

Clang--!

Before he could finish speaking.

Four immortal swords exuding murderous intent instantly hovered behind Sect Master Tongtian, the Immortal-Slaying Formation diagram faintly visible.

Sect Master Tongtian gripped the Azure Pine Sword, glaring fiercely at Zhun Ti.

"Old bald donkey, shut your filthy mouth!"

"It's one thing for my second brother to mess around with me, but you actually dare to have ideas?"

"Believe it or not, I'll flatten your Mount Sumeru?!"

Zhun Ti flinched in fear, quickly took two steps back, and waved his hands.

"Just kidding, just kidding!"

"Senior Brother Tongtian, calm down. Do you want to destroy the peaceful and stable Primordial World?!"

Seeing that the situation was about to spiral out of control, Laozi, who had been calmly observing, finally spoke.

"Alright, everyone, settle down."

Laozi waved his whisk, and a force of non-action smoothed over the murderous aura in the hall.

He looked at Zhao Gongming with a gentle expression and got straight to the point.

"Gongming, I've called you here today for an important matter."

"Your talent in the path of artifacts is excellent. Although the magic treasures you refine are... unique, they greatly benefit your fellow disciples and can even resolve tribulation energy."

"We Saints have discussed it, and for this journey down the mountain for training, we want you to lead the team."

"Have Xuandu, Cihang, and Medicine Master accompany you."

Zhao Gongming was stunned.

"Lead the team? Where to?"

Laozi's gaze was profound as he looked to the east.

"The Human Race."

"This Humble Daoist has deduced the heavenly secrets. This Witch-Demon Tribulation seems to have a significant connection with the Human Race as well."

"The Human Race was created by Junior Sister Nuwa, and it is also the foundation of This Humble Daoist's teachings."

"Now that the Human Race is newly born and weak, they are in danger of utter annihilation during this tribulation."

"Xuandu originated from the Human Race, so he should go back to look after them."

"The four of you will travel together and look out for each other."

Upon hearing the words "Human Race," Zhao Gongming's heart trembled.

He naturally knew the original history of the Primordial World.

During the Witch-Demon Tribulation, the Human Race was practically the biggest victim.

The Demon Race, in order to refine the Witch-Slaying Sword that could counter the Witch Race's physical bodies.

They massacred the Human Race on a large scale, extracting their souls. The scene was simply a living hell.

"Witch-Slaying Sword... the great tribulation of the Human Race..."

Zhao Gongming's eyes narrowed slightly.

Since he had arrived in this Primordial World and gained this ability.

If he were to stand by and watch the Human Race be slaughtered, how could his Dao Heart remain at peace?

What's more...

Zhao Gongming glanced at the System panel.

"Xuandu, Cihang, Medicine Master..."

"These three are all big customers!"

"If I can trick them... cough, if I can help them refine a few more magic treasures, wouldn't the System rewards pour in?"

With this thought, Zhao Gongming immediately clasped his hands and said solemnly.

"This disciple accepts the order!"

"To maintain peace in the Primordial World and protect the safety of the Human Race, this disciple is duty-bound!"

Seeing Zhao Gongming agree, Sect Master Tongtian breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he still couldn't rest easy and held onto Zhao Gongming, entering "mother hen" mode and giving repeated instructions.

"Disciple, remember this."

"The Jie Sect is your home. There are many bad people outside."

"If anyone tries to fool you or make empty promises, you absolutely must not believe them!"

"If you ever feel wronged, just call for backup, and I'll come rescue you with the Immortal Slaying Sword!"

Yuanshi and Zhun Ti, standing nearby, rolled their eyes.

"Alright, alright, Tongtian, do you have to be like this?"

"Who's going to actually eat your precious darling?"

A moment later, Zhao Gongming bid farewell to the saints and walked out of Biyou Palace.

Outside the palace gates, three figures had already been waiting for a long time.

Grand Master Xuandu, clad in a Bagua Daoist robe, had a serene expression, exuding an air of effortless immortality.

Daoist Ci Hang... had already changed back into normal Daoist robes.

But upon seeing Zhao Gongming, his face instinctively flushed, and his gaze darted away.

Pharmacist Daoist, on the other hand, had a ruddy complexion; his blood had returned.

He was still playing with that rattle in his hand, and when he saw Zhao Gongming, he immediately broke into an enthusiastic smile.

"Senior Brother Zhao!"

"Junior Brother Gongming!"

The four met and exchanged pleasantries.

"Since everyone's here, let's set off," Xuandu said.

"The Human Ancestral Land is on the coast of the East Sea, still a considerable distance from here."

"Let's go!"

The four displayed their unique abilities, transforming into four streaks of light and speeding towards the East Sea.

Along the way, Zhao Gongming looked at his companions and couldn't help but sigh.

"One from a human background, one who can transform into a demon immortal, one who can make people stupid, and me, the artifact refiner..."

"This isn't a training mission, this is clearly a group of villains going to cause trouble!"

Several days later, on the coast of the East Sea, near Shouyang Mountain.

This was the Human Ancestral Land, and also the place where humans gathered the most.

However, before the four could even descend from the clouds.

RUMBLE!

A terrifying, sky-obscuring black demonic aura.

Suddenly swept in from the north, instantly engulfing the skies above the entire Human Ancestral Land.

Within the demonic aura, the phantom of a colossal Kun, thousands of miles in size, seemed to be surfacing and submerging, emitting a terrifying pressure at the Quasi-Saint level.

"That's..."

Xuandu's expression changed drastically, feeling a pressure originating from his bloodline.

Zhao Gongming narrowed his eyes, looking at the countless demon soldiers and generals faintly visible within the vast demonic clouds.

And the figure standing in the clouds, sinister and cold, he uttered a name.

"Master of Ten Thousand Demons..."

"Kunpeng!"

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