Lin Jing had shown everyone the right way to buy Mechanism Bamboo Guns. One was only the beginning; buying dozens or hundreds was the finish line!
"I told you, catch a mountain full of monkeys and give each monkey monster two machine guns. They'd be fierce!" Gao Sheng had never forgotten his original ambition.
"What is wrong with these examiners?!" Some candidates were panicking now. An examination meant to showcase their mastery of spells had been forcibly led astray, turning into a clash of resources!
Every examiner had a Mechanism Bamboo Gun, and Lin Jing himself had five or six. Even the only candidate who had won had used a Mechanism Bamboo Gun. Were they unworthy of taking the examination without one?!
"What are you doing?!" One candidate's elder suddenly saw his sect's genius beginning to pile on armor: a treasured robe underneath, beast armor outside. Even that was not enough; he actually wanted to put on another suit of battle armor and carry a shield.
"Martial Uncle, the Academy examiners' firepower is too fierce! If I don't prepare, I'm afraid I won't last a single round up there!" The candidate looked troubled.
"They can use those things, but you can't!" the elder said angrily. "They're examiners, and you're a candidate. The Academy scores you on your own mastery of spells, not your wealth. You didn't refine those artifacts, and your way of using them is crude. You'll only lose points like this. Stick to the spells our sect taught you and find a way!"
"Didn't that Gao Sheng use a whole pile of magical treasures too?!"
"His maternal grandfather is a Spirit Transformation venerable. What the hell are we?"
After cultivating for several years, this genius had only just left his sect, only to learn how treacherous the Cultivation