Chapter 121 - Strange Metal Tool Magical Treasure Please Subscribe

The Golden Core Elder on the stage, upon witnessing Lai Jianlin’s robust abilities, felt tempted to take him on as a direct disciple.

The audience below, who had been watching nervously just moments ago, now burst into applause, finding this match far more thrilling than the previous two.

Many people who were unfamiliar with Lai Jianlin couldn’t help but clap their hands.

Mo Wen and Ding Ling, previously tense, slightly relaxed their taut nerves.

The competition on the First Martial Platform had not ended because of this; the short disciple who had been pressed under the mountain had the ability to burrow like a mouse and quickly emerged from a hole he had made under the small hill.

The short disciple’s face and body were smeared with mud, yet he paid no heed and summoned his magic artifact once more.

He hurled flame after flame at his opponent, each filled with the strong scent of gunpowder and containing a type of metallic hidden weapon.

Lai Jianlin did not know what capabilities this kind of hidden weapon had but was aware that hidden weapons could be very powerful.

He wondered if people in the Cultivation World, if struck in the heart by such a weapon, would die.

But he wouldn’t take that risk; he needed to preserve his strong body for the many more matches to come.

He threw out a seed, and a large tree sprouted upward.

Climbing up the tree, he began hurling wall after wall of large rocks at his opponent.

The small hill, as if it had eyes, kept moving and smashing towards his opponent.

The short disciple, seeing Lai Jianlin high up in the tree, activated his Flying Treasure to ascend higher, dodging the barrage of rock walls, while continuing to fire his magic artifact towards the opponent.

However, his magic artifact had a flaw; after dozens of hidden weapons were shot in a burst, they needed to be reloaded, and even though the reloading took but a flash, Lai Jianlin saw the weakness.

Lai Jianlin scattered handfuls of seeds, and the large tree’s roots grew across the small hill like vine whips, constantly attacking the opponent.

At the moment when the opponent was reloading his hidden weapon magic artifact, he too might have thought of this weakness.

During that slight interval, he launched a poisonous needle attack at Lai Jianlin.

Many things were affected by this liquid, but there was one thing that was not.

That was mud—the poisoned needles could not penetrate the forceful mud of the hill, and once again the short disciple was pressed under the hill.

The roots on the hill, like ropes, wound around the short disciple, binding his entire body so he couldn’t move, resembling a human rice dumpling trapped beneath the small hill.

The short disciple wasn’t actually that short, standing at an approximate height of 1.6 meters, appearing a head shorter next to the much taller Lai Jianlin, who was over 1.8 meters.

His plump figure made him look even shorter.

Tied up by the root whips, he used his spiritual energy to break them, and as the roots re-entangled him, he employed the Bone Strengthening Spell to break free once more.

In that brief moment of freedom, he fired needles filled with liquid at Lai Jianlin and used an Invisibility Spell, hiding himself under the mound of mud.

Lai Jianlin, not seeing the man and unable to bind him with the vine whip, deployed his Golden Magic to turn the mud and gravel of the hill into a golden mountain.

The golden mountain solidified around the objects beneath it, and he used the roots to bind the opponent once again.

As the opponent was being bound, Lai Jianlin quickly pressed on the man’s acupoints, rendering him unable to use spiritual energy or speak.

He extracted the man from the golden mountain using a suction spell and held him in his hand.

The short disciple, previously invisible, was now exposed, covered in shimmering gold, resembling a golden Buddha statue.

Only this golden Buddha statue was bound with vine whips, vine whips that were now golden in color.

The Golden Magic used by Lai Jianlin turned both the roots and the vine whip golden.

The martial contest came to an end, and the competitors on the other three Martial Platforms had already finished their matches.

The contestants who had just fought in the martial arts competition missed the thrilling scene, but after stepping off the platform and hearing their fellow sect brothers discuss it, now witnessing such a spectacular final moment, they joined the audience in applauding.

After his victory, Lai Jianlin gathered the mud and rocks back into his storage bag and ring.

However, he didn’t release the person bound by the vine whip.

Grasping the captive with one hand, he jumped out of the First Martial Platform and headed towards the seats of the Golden Core Elders.

The audience below the platform didn’t understand Lai Jianlin’s actions.

Having already won, why wouldn’t he let the other person go?

Could it be that this person also sought to retaliate?

The bound individual glared fiercely at Lai Jianlin, unable to believe that after so many years hidden within the Immortal Sect, his identity had been exposed today.

He had thought his hidden weapon would turn his opponent into a liquid, leaving them unable to speak even if they had a mouth.

Yet, it became the flaw that led to his exposure.

Now, he could only glare bitterly, having been struck on the mute acupoint and unable to speak, his greenish face flushed with suppressed anger.

Lai Jianlin approached the Golden Core Elders and relayed to them what he had felt and come to know, sharing his experiences and knowledge with the Elders.

The high platform had eight Golden Core Elders, who, after hearing Lai Jianlin’s account and revisiting what they had witnessed, agreed that the other party’s hidden weapon was indeed sinister and vicious.

It greatly resembled the venomous methods of the Demon Sect.

Such brutal tactics were not permitted in the disciples’ competitions within the Immortal Sect.

They perceived the individual as a dangerous element, and pondered upon Lai Jianlin’s words, wondering if the Immortal Sect could possibly be harboring a member of the Demon Sect.

After discussing it amongst themselves, the eight Golden Core Elders concluded that, since the person had already been eliminated, there was no need for them to participate in subsequent matches, and they couldn’t be allowed to appear in front of the sect’s disciples anymore.

They needed to investigate who this person was and why they possessed such vicious tactics.

One of the Golden Core Elders was a Law Enforcement Elder.

Informed of the situation, he personally took the suspect into custody.

They all recognized the gravity of the situation.

If indeed the individual was from the Demon Sect and had infiltrated their Immortal Sect, then during competitions with other sects, if this disciple used such vile tactics, it could result in the condemnation of the Immortal Sect by the entire Cultivation World.

They also feared such a person lurking within the Immortal Sect could wreak havoc on all the disciples.

Not every disciple had the means to counter such ruthless tactics; it was a method one simply couldn’t guard against.

The Golden Core Elders wondered if they themselves would be able to evade an assassination attempt by this individual.

Lai Jianlin returned to the martial arts field, receiving concern from Ding Ling and Mo Wen.

Many disciples, both acquainted and unacquainted, approached him to discuss the exciting events that had just transpired.

Lai Jianlin merely smiled.

Only he knew the peril he had just faced: a misstep could have meant certain death, not merely a simple loss in the competition.

“Senior brother, how were those powerful hidden weapons created?” asked Ding Ling, voicing a question many had on their minds.

“Not sure…” Lai Jianlin had never seen anything like it before and was unable to answer.

“Junior brother, I was really sweating for you just now, nearly thought I’d never see you again.

I didn’t expect you’d face an even tougher opponent than I did,” said Mo Wen, expressing his genuine concern in his tone.