From the Start, Armed with Iron Walnuts, I Suppress Cultivators with Bricks

Su Qingyue, the Holy Maiden of Taihua, hates one person more than anyone in this life.

To knock that lecher unconscious, she spared no effort, even using an ancient artifact-forging manual to ask the master of the Artifact Peak to craft her an unparalleled weapon of destruction:

Cast from meteoric iron, silent and invisible, made to strike the back of the head and knock its target out in one hit.

She named it the Bonk Stick.

But when she set off down the mountain with the Bonk Stick to settle the score, she witnessed an unforgettable sight in the Soulbreak Mountains:

The legendary Primordial Thunder Dragon, which looked down upon countless realms, had a head full of bumps and was bowing meekly to a man.

A red brick hung at the man's waist, and he rolled a pair of black walnuts between his fingers. He turned to her with a smile.

"Fairy, you play with bricks too? What a coincidence, I just used this one to smack a dragon. It's still warm."

Others cultivate immortality by comprehending the Great Dao. He cultivates with bricks.

Others summon flying swords to fight. He strikes them in the face first.

Be it a holy maiden, a prodigy, a demon emperor, or a devil sovereign,

with a brick in hand, the world is his.

Reason?

My reasons are all written on this brick.