Chapter 309: The Might of the Night Rain Demon

Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Crack.

After the main hall endured this blow, a crack suddenly appeared on its surface.

As soon as the crack appeared, it rapidly spread, extending almost from the bottom to the roof!

This time, even the cultivators inside the Turning Point Secret Pavilion felt the impact of this strike.

The pavilion shook violently, and the ground trembled as if the mountains were quaking.

After the calm returned, the cultivators, still in shock, were astonished to find that the restrictions suppressing them had weakened considerably.

"My connection with the outside world has been restored to a great extent."

"Though the restrictions are still in place, my cultivation has recovered to the Foundation Establishment level!"

"Not only that, but I can also use the items I carry with me."

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit was cornered by the fire whip, shrinking back into its shell, enduring the relentless blows.

It had grown even weaker.

As the spirit of the palace, it was closely tied to the Lava Immortal Palace, and with the palace suffering such a severe blow, it was certainly not doing well either.

However, the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit was overjoyed!

It realized that it could now secretly send messages to all the cultivators in the palace trial.

It quickly sent a message to Meng Chong, warning him of the sudden change and that Yang Chanyu was about to recover her strength, reaching the Foundation Establishment level, urging him to retreat quickly.

Meng Chong was shocked and instinctively chose to obey.

Yang Chanyu snorted coldly, feeling somewhat unwilling. "He runs pretty fast! Should I go after him?"

Sun Lingtong shook his head. "This isn’t good!"

"Something must have happened outside. Perhaps the beast tide has already broken into the inner circle of the Immortal Palace."

"The Lava Immortal Palace is like a spent arrow, showing clear signs of decline."

"The restrictions are gradually failing, and our advantage is rapidly diminishing. Let's quickly regroup with Ning Zhuo!"

Sun Lingtong was deeply worried.

His cultivation had recovered to the Foundation Establishment stage, but even with Yang Chanyu, the two of them chasing after Meng Chong would only give them a slight advantage.

Meng Chong had developed his Wild Sprint Thunderclap technique deeply, and with his innate talent, he could already fight above his level.

"If the situation continues to worsen and Golden Core level combat is restored, Meng Chong will no longer be a concern."

"Xiao Zhuo, where are you?"

"Now that the restrictions are weakening, can you sense me?"

Sun Lingtong had a thread of life hung by Ning Zhuo.

As if hearing Sun Lingtong's call, in a certain Turning Point Secret Pavilion, Ning Zhuo suddenly paused, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes. "The restrictions are weakening?"

Ning Zhuo secretly activated Life Hanging by a Thread, and suddenly, his senses sharpened, and he was able to detect Sun Lingtong's location.

"Excellent!" He immediately quickened his pace, heading directly toward the door and stepping out.

…

"Cough, cough, cough." Zheng Jianlian knelt on one knee, bent over, and spat out mouthfuls of fresh blood.

Three cultivators had surrounded him the entire time.

The surrounding mechanisms and traps had been completely destroyed by the three of them, leaving Zheng Jianlian with no chance to exploit them.

Zheng Jianlian had tried to retreat, but every method he used was either detected or neutralized.

Booklord had broad insight, Song Fuli had many techniques, and the Golden Core disciple of Zixiao Pavilion was primarily focused on offense. He showcased his talent with the Violet Lightning Strength, with every move carrying an attack of violet lightning, making Zheng Jianlian's life miserable.

The upheaval had also affected this battle.

The cultivators all noticed the weakening of the restrictions, and they each regained part of their strength, with their cultivation only suppressed to the Foundation Establishment stage.

"Is this the mechanism change for the third round of the palace trial? Or is the Lava Immortal Palace falling apart?"

"The situation outside must be dire."

"Let's finish him off quickly and determine the palace master. Otherwise, if this drags on too long, the Immortal Palace will suffer too much damage, and the palace master position will lose most of its value."

The three of them communicated telepathically.

The Golden Core disciple of Zixiao Pavilion unleashed a decisive strike!

The violet lightning was fierce and overbearing, blasting forth, but Zheng Jianlian blocked it.

This surprised the three of them.

When the dust settled, Zheng Jianlian remained extremely weak, still kneeling on one knee, but in front of him, a large mechanical snake had suddenly appeared.

"Hahaha!" Zheng Jianlian, with his hair disheveled, slowly raised his head.

His pupils were bloodshot, and he gazed fanatically and obsessively at the mechanical snake. "Finally, we meet again."

"Night Rain Demon Weapon!" Booklord and the others' expressions changed instantly.

Previously, in the Golden Core battle in Huoshi Immortal City, it was this mechanical sickle that instantly killed a Golden Core disciple from the Taishang Palace, its ferocity unmatched.

The three cultivators hadn’t expected Zheng Jianlian to be able to wield this mechanical sickle while only at the Foundation Establishment stage!

For them, with only Foundation Establishment cultivation, it would have been impossible to activate a magic treasure. Even if they forced it, they could only exert a fraction of its power, making it less effective than a normal magic tool.

"Die, all of you must die!!" Zheng Jianlian screamed, his face filled with hatred and madness.

The mechanical snake hissed, its body suddenly vanishing from its original spot.

"Watch out!" Booklord quickly warned.

But in the next moment, the mechanical snake had already appeared in front of the Golden Core disciple of Zixiao Pavilion, biting down on his arm.

With a slight effort, a cracking sound was heard, and the mechanical snake snapped the Golden Core disciple’s arm.

The disciple retreated quickly!

Blood gushed from the severed limb!

His face was filled with shock. "Be careful, this is no ordinary Night Rain Demon Weapon!"

Zheng Jianlian laughed maniacally. "Hahaha, kill them all!"

The mechanical snake lunged at Booklord.

Booklord's face grew grim. "I'll hold it off!"

"Alright!" Song Fuli immediately charged toward Zheng Jianlian.

…

Lava Immortal Palace, the main hall.

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit continuously sent messages to Meng Chong, guiding him along the correct route.

Before long, Meng Chong pushed open the door and saw the only remaining Golden Core cultivator of the Meng family also entering from the opposite side of the Secret Pavilion.

"Young Master Meng Chong! I finally found you!!" The Meng family's Golden Core cultivator was overjoyed to see Meng Chong.

Meng Chong nodded at him, becoming more convinced that the messages were accurate.

"Quick, tell me, where are the two from the Not-Empty Gate?" Meng Chong asked.

The Meng family's Golden Core cultivator was confused. "Huh?"

Meng Chong waved him off. "I'm not asking you."

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit remained silent for a moment, thinking quickly.

Of course, it wanted to weaken Ning Zhuo’s forces and ultimately eliminate him. Clearly, taking care of Sun and Yang from the Not-Empty Gate ahead of time would greatly weaken Ning Zhuo’s side.

"However, can Meng Chong and the Meng family's Golden Core really have an advantage against Ning Zhuo and Sun Yang?"

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit wasn’t confident.

Although it could send messages inside, this was its absolute limit. The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit still couldn’t lie or reveal information about the cultivators in the trial.

It continued sending messages to Meng Chong, directing him to keep moving forward and guiding him along the safest path.

Meng Chong, however, thought he was following the messages to catch up with Sun and Yang, becoming increasingly excited and rushing ahead.

"Young Master, wait for me." The Meng family’s Golden Core cultivator hurriedly chased after Meng Chong.

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit's face showed worry.

It had noticed that Ning Zhuo was rapidly approaching Sun Lingtong and Yang Chanyu’s location.

"Damn! Is it the Life Hanging by a Thread’s sensing ability?"

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit gritted its teeth and sent a message to Zhu Xuanji.

Zhu Xuanji heard it in his ear, and his expression changed slightly. "You want me to choose the door on the left? This message is suspicious."

"But never mind, I’ll see what kind of trick this is!"

Zhu Xuanji, confident in his skills, chose to follow the message, speeding up his pace as he passed through several Turning Point Secret Pavilions, only to encounter...

"Sun Lingtong, Yang Chanyu!" Zhu Xuanji took a deep breath and laughed lightly. "Very good, very good."

Sun Lingtong cursed, "What terrible luck."

Yang Chanyu narrowed her eyes. "Lord Zhu, you are overly confident. Even though the restrictions have weakened somewhat, we both have Foundation Establishment level strength. It’s two of us against one of you."

As she spoke, she sent a voice transmission to Sun Lingtong. "What should we do now?"

Sun Lingtong curled his lips. "What else can we do? Retreat for now."

…

"Brother Ning, it’s your turn to choose the door next. Which one do you think we should take?" Zheng Shuanggou asked with a smile.

A battle had just ended.

Ning Jiufan and Zheng Shuanggou had joined forces to kill the

Fiery Flame Demon Beast guarding this place.

A Foundation Establishment level demon beast would have been somewhat challenging for Zheng Shuanggou and Ning Jiufan.

But with the weakening of the restrictions, both cultivators suddenly recovered to the Foundation Establishment stage, instantly changing the outcome of the battle.

Ning Jiufan was in the process of dismantling the Fiery Flame Demon Beast, carefully collecting its hide, tendons, bones, and blood. He kept some for himself and shared the rest with Zheng Shuanggou.

After they had met, they proceeded together.

As Ning Jiufan cleaned up the spoils of battle, he said, "It doesn’t matter which door we choose. Hmm, I think that door straight ahead looks fine, let’s go with that."

Zheng Shuanggou nodded. "Alright."

Before he finished speaking, the door in front of them was suddenly pushed open.

Meng Chong, filled with battle intent, charged in, followed by the Meng family’s Golden Core cultivator, who had hurriedly caught up.

The two groups stared at each other.

After a moment of silence, both sides quickly reacted and took up their stances.

Zheng Shuanggou and Ning Jiufan versus Meng Chong and the Meng family's Golden Core cultivator!

…

Ning Zhuo’s pace quickened.

"Something’s wrong!" As he continued sensing, he noticed that Sun Lingtong’s position had remained still for some time.

Now that the restrictions had weakened and the cultivators' strength had partially recovered,

the difficulty of the Turning Point Secret Pavilion had significantly decreased.

"Boss Sun shouldn’t be stuck in one place for so long. It’s very likely that he’s encountered a powerful enemy!"

"I need to meet up with him quickly."

"Hold on, Boss!"

…

Under the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit’s communication, two battles were unfolding.

Meanwhile, the earlier battle was coming to a close.

Booklord, covered in blood and panting heavily, lay on the ground with only his upper half remaining.

He stared intently at the mechanical snake.

The mechanical snake was devouring.

It was swallowing Booklord’s lower body!

"To think, I was defeated by a mere weapon!" Booklord’s face showed desolation as he shook his head.

He weakly spoke, "I admit defeat."

In the next moment, a teleportation circle appeared out of thin air, rapidly engulfing him.

Zheng Jianlian hunched over and looked at Song Fuli. "Now, you’re the only one left."

"Hahaha."

"Snake, go eat him!"

"Damn it!" Song Fuli, severely injured, saw the mechanical snake lunging at him. His face grew tense as he pushed his palms forward, releasing a cloud of smoke.

The mechanical snake charged into the smoke but missed its target.

Its entire body was covered in flexible cloud threads.

The mechanical snake struggled wildly, breaking through the threads one by one, quickly regaining its freedom.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Fuli fled in panic, crashing through a door and entering the next Secret Pavilion.

"You can’t escape! Snake, let’s chase him!! Hahaha." Zheng Jianlian’s depression vanished, and his face glowed with excitement.

After regaining the ability to use his own tools, he had consumed many pills, healing most of his injuries.

With this, the battle temporarily came to an end.

The related news spread among the other cultivators—

"Zheng Jianlian defeats Booklord, Zixiao Pavilion’s Golden Core disciple, and Song Fuli. Booklord and Zixiao Pavilion’s Golden Core disciple have been eliminated!"

(End of this chapter)