CHAPTER 433: CHAPTER 282: DOG PULLING LILY_3

Moreover, Lily was different from the other Thousand Mechanism Cultivators before; she didn’t bring any strange gauntlets or Thousand Mechanism Magical Artifacts.

As for what she intended to do, Song Chang couldn’t tell.

On the other side of the stands, Chen Qin was also leaning on the railing, but she was watching Zhang Ze.

Li Yueqi stood beside her, criticizing her own brother.

"Can you be any more embarrassing? You just went up there and were taken down immediately."

"What can I do? I can’t understand their gauntlet at all. Our Beast Taming Sect specializes in body cultivation; it’s pretty normal to be outmatched."

"Doesn’t Dan Dan know what that gauntlet is?" asked Chen Qin, turning back.

"I asked, Dan Dan said he didn’t know. That thing should probably be something Lily secretly concocted," Li Jue sighed and slumped back into his seat.

After sitting for a while, seeing no one paying attention to him, he stood up again and went to the railing, pretending to be professional, "Who do you think will win?"

"Senior Brother, of course."

"Zhang Ze, obviously."

"I think Junior Brother Zhang should win."

The two girls turned back to look at Li Jue, then turned to glance at Lu Ning, who appeared out of nowhere.

"Don’t mind me, I’m just passing by."

Lu Ning politely smiled at Li Yueqi and Chen Qin, then returned to her seat, quietly waiting for the spar to begin like a true bystander.

Li Jue was momentarily at a loss for words; he sat back in his seat and took out a small walnut.

Upholding the principle of integrating fun with learning and stealthily making money, the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion started gambling businesses under the Qinghe Association’s radar, under the guise of Fried Shide.

All participants of this spar had odds set by the Pavilion. If you wanted to place some bets, you could directly contact Fried Shide.

They even set up a chat group.

The gambling group was currently discussing the ongoing match in front of them.

The odds between Zhang Ze and Lily weren’t disproportionately large.

On one hand, even though Lily was rumored to be weak, today the Thousand Mechanism Cultivator’s methods had taught everyone a lesson.

And although Zhang Ze was a Sword Sect disciple, he was too young, and most people were unfamiliar with his reputation.

Li Jue looked at the small walnut, pondering, deciding to go big.

Where are the kids who lose every day, where are the old guys who lose every day, only those who dare to fight can win.

"All on Lily!"

...

In the VIP room, familiar elders gathered, shirking the responsibility of being the referee.

Yet after indecisively discussing for ages, they reluctantly resorted to drawing lots.

Due to the presence of the Thousand Mechanism Cultivator, this referee position became a troublesome task.

To ensure the cultivators’ safety, the elders watching around the arena had to be ready to intervene at any moment.

Usually, this was a glamorous duty, since those disciples would not go all out, and their actions were traceable, allowing the elders to intervene while boasting casually.

But the Thousand Mechanism Cultivation was different, whether it was their strange gauntlets, or those Thousand Machine Cannons, and Thousand Mechanism Puppets, none required raising hands, and their powers were uncontainable.

Unless missed, otherwise the hits could result in serious injury or death.

The elders overseeing the matches needed to remain extremely vigilant to prevent anyone from losing limbs after the spar.

In the VIP room, once the unlucky elder left to fulfill his duty, Li Guanqi also stood up intending to leave.

"You’re not watching?" asked Wang Buyu.

"You know Zhang Ze and Lily, between these two kids, one is surely going to make a fool of themselves. I’d rather find a quiet place to stay and avoid being interrogated by those old guys later."

Wang Buyu wholeheartedly agreed after hearing Li Guanqi’s words.

"Indeed, let’s find another spot; we shouldn’t tag along only to be humiliated."

....

In the arena.

Zhang Ze tilted his head, observing Lily riding on Maomao.

"You’re in Foundation Establishment, what are you doing here? Isn’t it only Golden Core level cultivators allowed to register?"

Zhang Ze observed for some time; Lily’s aura hadn’t changed at all, still like the same weakling she used to be.

"It’s not me who’s registered, it’s Maomao." Lily rubbed Maomao’s head, "Good dog."

"Then what are you here for?" asked Zhang Ze.

"I’m Maomao’s accessory," Lily puffed her chest out proudly.

Though there seemed nothing to be proud of.

"Then carry on," Zhang Ze stepped back a few paces, waiting for Lily to take the initiative.

But Lily didn’t bring out her secret weapon; instead, she pulled out a small notebook.

"Boss, hold on a sec, let me say something harsh first."

"Ahem ahem, thirty years on the eastern shore, thirty years on the west, don’t look down on a poor Lily, the grudge of yesteryear will be settled today, now you and I battle at Qinghe’s peak, sorry."

Finished speaking, Lily climbed down from Maomao, striking a pose of a First Generation Grandmaster.

"Isn’t this still the first round? Where did this Qinghe peak come from?" Zhang Ze asked.

"Ah, this is just preparation for the finals; what can I do, bumped into you in the first match."

Having found a peaceful spot, Li Guanqi shrugged at his old friend, indicating his foresight.

In the arena.

After having talked nonsense for long enough, Lily finally took out her secret weapon.

As she said earlier, she was only Maomao’s accessory.

"Just a heads-up, when I’m transforming, I’m invincible, so you’re not allowed to hit me."

While speaking, Lily threw a thumb-sized Thousand Mechanism Cocoon into the air, as it transformed, Lily was absorbed into it.

At the same time, the collar around Maomao’s neck changed, the Thousand Mechanism Armor unfolded in a very cool manner along Maomao’s back, covering its limbs and head.

As the Spiritual Qi filled inside, Maomao’s smooth fur grew longer, fluttering in the wind, giving off a very imposing aura.

That’s assuming Maomao didn’t bark like a dog.

Amidst Maomao’s barking, the Thousand Mechanism Cocoon containing Lily connected to Maomao in a unique way, floating around Maomao.

Like a Floating Cannon.

"You see, Boss, this is the Thousand Mechanism Divine Dog Combat Technique!"

Zhang Ze clapped perfunctorily without speaking his thoughts.

He felt a name like "Dog-Driven Lily" would be more fitting.

But the transformation wasn’t over.

Gold light flowed around the Thousand Mechanism Cocoon; two special model Sword Spirits and three Thousand Mechanism Puppets were released by Lily, along with dozens of floating Thousand Mechanism Floating Cannons.

All these Sword Spirits and Thousand Mechanism Puppets were equipped with those special gauntlets.

Unlike Xiaomei, who because of her inexperience could only transform herself into a fortress turret, Lily showed no hint of unfamiliarity while controlling so many gadgets.

As if these gadgets were her own limbs.

Maomao provided mobility and acted as the vehicle, whereas Lily, as the operator, focused entirely on controlling these Thousand Mechanism Magical Artifacts.

"Boss, now is the time to surrender."

Lily’s arrogant voice came from the Thousand Mechanism Cocoon.

Zhang Ze looked at Lily, who had transformed into a human Thousand Mechanism core, and couldn’t help but admire Lily’s wild imagination; only she could accomplish such a bizarre feat.

No wonder she’s the ace pilot of the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.

In the audience, Song Chang watched the fully transformed Lily, his thoughts racing, seemingly seeing a different path of Artifact Refining, with many inspirations fleeting.

The path of Artifact Refining has always been about assimilating objects into oneself, making the artifacts a part of oneself.

But why couldn’t a cultivator become part of the artifact?

Artifact on the outside, cultivator on the inside.

Cultivation itself is the process of honing oneself in pursuit of perfection, isn’t the path of Artifact Refining the same...

Song Chang clutched the railing, his fingers turning white, as these unconventional ideas kept lingering, although absurd, he couldn’t shake the feeling these ideas had potential.

"The Path of Artifact Refining, the Path of Artifact Refining..."

Song Chang wasn’t the only one whose thoughts were racing.

Zhuge, who hadn’t left Xiaomei’s side, was also contemplating how he might win against Maomao who was now running, yet after much deliberation, he couldn’t find any particularly good strategy.

Only a fierce battle awaited.

As for Li Jue, he has no particular aspirations; he watched Lily finishing her ultimate move, then glanced at the closed betting, clenching his fists, "Profit!"

And Zhang Ze, took a step forward.