blenderwars Chapter 130: A Little Talent? The red light for turning left is the hardest to wait for!!!
Chapter 130: A Little Talent? The red light for turning left is the hardest to wait for!!!
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The crisp, resounding slap echoed endlessly in the chaotic void.
Countless large black hands reached out from the shadows.
He then proceeded to brutally slap Dijiang's rough face.
"Ouch, stop hitting me! Don't hit my face!"
Dijiang was pinned to the spot by this conceptual-level hard control, completely powerless to fight back.
The pitiful head of the Ancestral Witches.
His face was so swollen it looked like a steamed bun.
The lips were swollen high.
He was speaking with a slight lisp.
"I give up, I'm convinced!"
Dijiang cried out and begged for mercy in a muffled voice.
"Brother Haotian... ah, no."
"Grandpa Haotian, stop hitting him!"
"I'll never loiter around the entrance of Zixiao Palace again!"
"Fine, I admit defeat!"
Upon hearing Dijiang yield, Haotian lay on the ground like a pupa.
Only then did the song "The Lone Warrior" stop.
He got up from the ground and dusted off his leather jacket.
He snorted coldly, regaining his haughty and authoritative demeanor.
"Hmph, you're smart to know what's good for you!"
"If you dare bother me again, I'll slap your other cheek until it's swollen too!"
Having said that, Haotian flicked his sleeves.
He turned and walked into the Zixiao Palace, where the gates slammed shut.
Watching Haotian leave, Zhao Gongming, who was hiding in the shadows, put away the recording stone.
He stretched contentedly.
Just as I was about to use the Heaven and Earth Shifting Talisman to leave this place of trouble.
Suddenly, a huge hand, swollen like a bear's paw, appeared.
She grabbed his arm.
"Brother Zhao, don't go!"
Zhao Gongming turned around and saw that Dijiang had a pig's head on his head.
He was no longer as dejected as he had been after being beaten.
Instead, they happily came over.
His eyes revealed a clear folly and fanaticism.
"Uncle-Master, what are you up to now?"
Zhao Gongming retreated slightly, looking somewhat disgusted.
Dijiang rubbed his hands together and said with a thick tongue.
"Brother, I've been thinking about it."
"Now, every Quasi-Saint in the entire Primordial World possesses an abstract magical artifact that you crafted."
"My wheelchair and stretcher are no longer an advantage."
"They control me wherever I go; it's so frustrating!"
"I would like to ask you to forge some magical artifacts for some of the great shamans of our witch clan!"
"After all, only that kid Xiang Liu can retreat, retreat, retreat."
"Other high-ranking shamans are at a huge disadvantage when they encounter abstract magical artifacts in battle!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming stroked his chin.
Big business!
"It's not impossible."
Zhao Gongming started putting on airs.
"But you know the rules, you need to prepare top-quality rare and precious materials."
Upon hearing that there was hope, Dijiang slapped his thigh with delight.
"Don't worry, the rare and precious materials have already been prepared!"
"We're just waiting for you to come and start the furnace!"
"Let's go, let's go to our Pangu Temple!"
……
Buzhou Mountain is the ancestral home of the Wu tribe.
Di Jiangxing angrily pulled Zhao Gongming along.
As soon as I stepped through the gate of the Pangu Temple.
"Dijiang, you bastard, you dare to come back?!"
"Get him!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three terrifying auras erupted instantly.
There stood the three great ancestral witches: Zhujiuyin, Zhurong, and Gonggong.
With red eyes, he didn't say a word.
He rolled up his sleeves and pounced on Dijiang.
They looked like they wanted to devour him alive.
"Holy crap, what are you doing?!"
Dijiang was so frightened that he covered his head and ran away, crying for help.
"Don't hit me, there are outsiders here!"
"I invited Brother Zhao Gongming to forge abstract magical artifacts for the Great Witch brothers!"
"We're here to do serious business!"
Upon hearing the words "Zhao Gongming" and "refining magical artifacts,"
The three ancestral witches, who were about to deliver a fatal blow, suddenly slammed on the brakes.
It stopped abruptly in front of Dijiang.
The three of them snorted coldly in unison and withdrew their murderous aura.
When he turned to look at Zhao Gongming, he immediately put on a warm smile.
Zhao Gongming was completely dumbfounded by what he saw.
He moved closer to Dijiang and asked in a low voice, full of curiosity.
"Uncle-Master... how did you do that?"
"Turning your own brother into a mortal enemy?"
"This level of aggro is being pulled in way too consistently!"
Dijiang touched his swollen cheeks, showing no shame whatsoever.
Instead, he chuckled and said with considerable pride.
"Hey, what's the big deal?"
"I just happen to have a slight talent for being annoying."
Zhao Gongming's lips twitched violently, and he rolled his eyes.
"Who the hell is praising you?!"
"You're really getting out of breath, aren't you?"
At this moment, Gonggong and Zhurong came over happily.
They pulled Zhao Gongming from the left and right.
"Junior Nephew Zhao has arrived! What a rare guest!"
"Come on, come on, we absolutely have to treat you to a good meal!"
"Today we're having roasted monster thighs!"
Zhao Gongming waved his hand dismissively.
He has the dedicated demeanor of a workaholic.
"You're too kind, both of you."
"No rush to eat, I'm here to get down to business."
"Let's refine the magic weapon first; customers come first, after all."
Dijiang quickly walked over and took out two treasures that exuded an ancient aura from his bosom.
One piece is a heavy, ancient meteorite core.
The other one is the Nine Netherworld Blood-Weeping Stone, which shimmers with a red light.
"Hey bro, here are the ingredients!"
"I want to give it to the Great Witch Xingtian and Jiufeng."
"One person can forge one abstract magical artifact!"
[Ding! High-level refining materials detected!]
[Matching Scheme: Can be used to craft magical artifacts that ignore defense/critical strikes and those that deal with sound waves/mental breakdowns!]
"Simple!"
Zhao Gongming took the materials.
They went directly into a secret room next to the Pangu Hall.
……
Forty-nine days later.
As two strange beams of light shot into the sky, Zhao Gongming pushed open the door and stepped out.
He held two magical artifacts with extremely contrasting designs in his hands.
The smile on his face was harder to suppress than an AK.
The first item was a pink, spiked meteor hammer.
A pink bow was tied to the hammer handle.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully refined it!]
[Magic Item Name: Critical Strike Meteor Hammer]
[Rank: Acquired Spiritual Treasure (Conceptual Level)]
[Conceptual Attribute: Ignores Defense - Crushing Blow!]
[Effect: A single hammer blow that ignores all physical and magical defense, forcing a critical strike that deals true damage!]
[Side effect: Macho man acts cute with a little hammer!]
[Restriction: When swinging the meteor hammer, the user must keep their legs tightly closed, twist their body, and shout out the designated lines in an extremely sweet and affected loli voice!]
"Little hammer, let me punch you in the chest!"
"You big bad guy, waaaaah, I'll beat you to death!!"
The second item was one that was flashing red light.
Similar to modern traffic lights.
[Magic Item Name: Red Light for Left Turns]
[Rank: Acquired Spiritual Treasure (Conceptual Level)]
[Conceptual Attribute: Demonic Sound Piercing the Brain, Bleeding from All Seven Orifices!]
[Effect: Unleashing this red light will emit a sharp, piercing, concept-level sound wave!]
[Instantly causes enemies within range to bleed from all seven orifices, suffer mental breakdowns, and even damage to their Dao hearts, plunging them into extreme frenzy!]
[Side effects: Manic episodes, hysteria!]
[Restriction: The user must have distorted facial features, a broken and manic expression, as if suffering an immense injustice, emitting a hysterical, piercing scream!]
"The red light for turning left is the hardest to wait for!!!"
"Aaaaaaah!!!"
……
Zhao Gongming looked at the two magical treasures.
The image involuntarily appeared in my mind.
Xing Tian, a headless, muscular man standing over 12 feet tall.
Holding a pink meteor hammer, she coyly cried out, "Waaah, little hammer, I'll pound your chest..."
The valiant female sorceress Jiufeng is holding a traffic light.
The red light for turning left is the hardest to wait for, with its face contorted in a scream...
"hiss!"
Zhao Gongming gasped and couldn't help but shiver.
"This destructive power is not only directed at the enemy."
"They don't even spare the eyes and ears of friendly forces!"
"Xingtian, Jiufeng, I'm sorry."
"For the sake of this grand, abstract undertaking of the primordial world, I'm sorry to have troubled you!"