Chapter 117 - Western Immortal Sect Inner Sect Competition Please Subscribe

“Okay, see you tomorrow.” Lai Jianlin waved to Ding Ling and returned to his cave abode.

Tomorrow was competition day, and after eating, Lai Jianlin did not practice any other spells or cultivation techniques.

He simply meditated for a few moments before sleeping in bed like an ordinary person.

It had been a long time since he had properly slept, and he found sleeping to be a form of relaxation.

On the second day, Lai Jianlin got up and purified himself.

He ate the food delivered by the Servant Disciple and, using his footwork, headed to the Martial Arts Plaza.

The past days had been filled with competitions for the Servant Disciples and Outer Sect Disciples, and today was the Inner Sect Disciples’ turn, which was even more lively than the previous two events.

Lai Jianlin had also watched the competitions of the Servant Disciples and Outer Sect Disciples and found that many of them were very experienced.

Their state was quite similar to his when he first entered the Sect.

The times he and his senior brother Mo Wen practiced together were usually the days of repair after the competitions.

Today was the Inner Sect Disciples’ competition, and standing in the center of the plaza ready to draw lots were all Inner Sect Disciples.

Lai Jianlin stood among them, alongside him were Mo Wen, Ding Ling, and a few familiar brothers and sisters.

Regardless of whether they were opponents in today’s draw, they were all friendly at this moment, chatting together without seeming like they were about to engage in intense competition.

“All competitors below, come and draw lots.”

An Elder with a Golden Core cultivation boomed with a deep voice, amplified through internal energy, so it could be heard throughout the entire plaza.

Lai Jianlin and his acquaintances stopped chatting and went to draw lots with the other Inner Sect Disciples.

Lai Jianlin drew the third match on the First Martial Arts Stage.

With four martial platforms in total, those in the first match began to take the stage.

Ding Ling was unfortunately drawn for the first match on the fourth platform, making her the first to go on stage, and her opponent was also a female cultivator.

“Hmph, Junior Sister, I didn’t expect to be competing against you, how lucky.”

Upon hearing this senior sister’s words, Ding Ling recognized her; she always seemed to be very wealthy, acting as the boss among certain brothers and sisters.

Perhaps she was the daughter of a large clan, usually surrounding herself with a group of sisters and speaking to her with sarcasm, belittling her for having no ability and being poor, leading others to isolate her.

In the Immortal Sect, Ding Ling didn’t have many female friends, all because she was poor and also due to this senior sister’s instigation.

She thought that it was fine not to have friends; after all, her purpose in the Immortal Sect was solely to cultivate.

The disdain of others wasn’t important, and she could devote more time to her cultivation.

Hearing the senior sister speak like this, perhaps it was destiny’s arrangement that they would confront each other someday.

She usually avoided them, but today was a competition she had to face.

“Senior Sister Bian Shasha, let’s talk with our abilities.”

Ding Ling executed her Flowers Flying in the Sky spell.

Having an Ice Spirit Root as her Single Spirit, the cultivation techniques and spells she practiced were all in harmony with her Spiritual Root.

On the fourth platform in the air, white snowflakes began to drift down, but to the right of the Martial Platform, the falling snowflakes turned into sharp weapons, targeting the opponent’s head and body.

Bian Shasha, possessing a Gold-Fire Dual Spiritual Root, wielded a golden hairpin as her Magical Treasure.

Her hairpin could fly and attack the opponent.

Both at the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage, upon seeing the snowflakes above her, Bian Shasha remained calm and used the Solidifying Gold Spell and the Fire Flame Spell.

Utilizing the Solidifying Gold Spell, she turned the opponent’s white snowflakes into glittering golden beans with her magic, and the Fire Flame Spell then melted the golden beans into liquid.

This was a confrontation between cold and heat that prevented the opponent’s ice and snow from hitting her.

Then she counterattacked with her golden hairpin.

At the fourth Martial Platform, it was a realm of ice and fire—suddenly cold, then suddenly hot—making it quite uncomfortable for anyone.

Ding Ling dodged the hidden weapons flying towards her when her snowflakes failed to deal with the opponent’s Twin Spiritual Root.

She launched her spell, commanding her flying sword to defend and kill, then it was a play of knife and sword shadows, with the Blood Knife and Snow Sword pressing towards Bian Shasha amidst her Solidifying Gold Spell and flames, unable to melt them quickly as she advanced step by step.

Bian Shasha retreated two steps, seizing the moment to scatter a handful of Spirit Talismans from the Storage Bag on her body, not caring about whether it was a waste in her annoyance.

In the first match, she had to win, willing to pay any price to become a Direct Disciple today.

Ding Ling had anticipated the opponent would use many talismans, and she dodged swiftly, “Boom, boom, boom,” shaking the Martial Platform with loud blasts, which would have collapsed if not for the supporting array.

The audience beneath the stage watched the four Martial Platforms, each presenting its own kind of excitement.

Ding Ling also had a Magical Treasure, only it was slightly less functional than Bian Shasha’s.

For this competition, she had gone to great lengths, visiting shops on the streets outside and buying a Bone-Piercing Umbrella.

The umbrella’s material was somewhat transparent, able to defend against the opponent’s attacks when used, and could also counterattack, serving both offensive and defensive functions.

Bian Shasha, seeing Ding Ling dodging, unleashed a sky full of flames to attack Ding Ling.

Ding Ling summoned the Bone-Piercing Umbrella, deflecting all the attacking flames onto the Martial Platform.

Taking advantage of this moment, she retaliated with a flurry of knife and sword shadows.

Bian Shasha, seeing her flames blocked by the opponent’s Magical Treasure, gritted her teeth, not expecting this poor ghost to have such a formidable artifact.

She refused to believe that she could not win.

So it was a matter of using Magical Treasures, was it?

Then they would see who was wealthier.

Bian Shasha initially planned to take the first match easy, only truly showcasing her prized Magical Treasure in the final round after the elimination round.

Yet she hadn’t expected to have to use a large number of talismans right from the start, becoming so furious now that she didn’t care about revealing her Heavenly Reaching Tower, a treasure her family gave her for protection.

It was capable of attacking the opponent and could also capture them inside, dealing with enemies who were cultivating practitioners more advanced than her.

“Go…”

The Magical Treasure that Bian Shasha summoned was only as big as a fist, and it suddenly expanded.

The pagoda was golden, radiating golden light all across the sky.

“Whirr, whirr, whirr…”

The golden light emitted from the pagoda was like the sound of a windmill spinning, the golden rays instantly transforming into sharp weapons, attacking Ding Ling.

Ding Ling, sensing the danger, used a spell to form an ice wall capable of blocking the opponent’s golden light, momentarily.

Continuing to defend with the Bone-Piercing Umbrella, she also launched Snow Mountain Suppressing, as large chunks of ice suddenly fell from the sky, enveloping Bian Shasha and her Magical Treasure within, attempting to bury Bian Shasha and the treasure under a snow mountain.

Bian Shasha knew the severity of the ice and snow, using her flames to quickly melt the ice.

But chunks of ice, larger than stones, were not something flames could melt in an instant, and they fell like rocks in large, heavy pieces.

Bian Shasha had the pagoda defend, absorbing those ice chunks into the tower, its golden light also capable of melting the ice and snow.

On the platform, white and golden colors clashed continuously in the struggle, neither willing to concede, with no clear victor in the short term.