The audience, though unfamiliar with the tools of an Array Master, could tell at a glance that the pen and ink prepared by Little Snail and Mountain Snake were extraordinary. Their Formation Pens were forged from pure gold, shimmering with a dazzling luster under the sun. The ink resembled flowing golden sand, clearly of immense value.
From the judges’ seats, Luo Tian turned to Big Snail and Sea Snake. "What exactly are these pens and this ink that your sons are using?"
Big Snail smiled and replied, "I prepared the pens. Finding one from the Heavenly Pen List is nearly impossible, but these two are quite special in their own right. Each was forged and compressed from eighty-two jin of gold. You can imagine the density of the gold within them."
Sea Snake added proudly, "As for the ink, that was my doing. It was refined from one hundred jin of gold, pressed into a liquid, and mixed with a few other ingredients to create the ink an Array Master requires."
Such extravagance surprised even Luo Tian. He turned to the crowd and announced, "Behold! The president and vice-president of the Domain of Myriad Demons’ Array Master Association are using Formation Pens and ink forged from pure gold! It seems the Domain of Myriad Demons is determined to win this friendship competition!"
In the arena, Little Snail and Mountain Snake exchanged a proud glance. As president and vice-president, they cooperated seamlessly, without any friction. They had come here for one thing: the championship. Their fathers had also prepared a two-pronged strategy. The first was the extravagant pen and ink. The second was a secret deal their fathers had made with Su Peng to rig the competition. In fact, Big Snail and Sea Snake had planned that if their sons were about to lose, they would expose the deal. The Domain of Myriad Demons was going to win the championship, one way or another.
Su Peng, however, was completely unaware of this scheme. He sat leisurely in the judges’ seats, still confident that his son was guaranteed to win.
"Now, let’s see what Zhao Tian, the president, and Su Kai, the vice-president of the Artifact Domain’s Array Master Association, have prepared," Luo Tian announced.
All eyes focused on Zhao Tian and Su Kai.
Zhao Tian was very modest, having his team member bring out a pen and a bottle of ink that Luo Tian himself had once used. It was a pen from the Heavenly Pen List, ranked one hundred and second: the Entering Cloud Brush. Contained within this brush was cloud essence; when used to draw Formation Patterns, it would make them flow with the graceful beauty of white clouds. The ink, however, was quite ordinary.
Su Kai’s equipment, on the other hand, was entirely different. His pen was the Whirlwind Brush, ranked ninety-ninth on the Heavenly Pen List. When drawing a formation, this pen moved like a whirlwind, granting incomparable speed and adding a wind attribute to the formation itself. As for his ink, it was also created from compressed gold.
From the judges’ seats, Luo Tian glanced at Su Peng and remarked, "I never expected the Whirlwind Brush to appear here." In his past competitions against Su Peng, Su Peng had never possessed such a tool. That Su Kai had it now was a testament to the great price his father must have paid to acquire it. He was clearly determined to win.
In the arena, Little Snail and Mountain Snake exchanged another look. "Our chances of winning are slim," Little Snail admitted.
Mountain Snake chuckled softly. "Don’t worry," he whispered. "Our fathers will report him for cheating."
Hearing this, Little Snail also grinned mischievously.
Soon, Luo Tian’s introduction turned to Wu Tian, his eyes filled with reverence. "Mr. Wu Tian is here today as an assistant. His daughter is the real contestant. I wonder what she has prepared for us?"
All eyes converged on the little girl. Being the center of attention, with the anticipation of the show she was about to put on, made her giddy with excitement. It felt as if her very blood was boiling.
The little one took out her own pen and ink. The ink was Nine-Headed Lion Ink.
The moment the bottle appeared, the crowd erupted in an uproar. Many were stunned, including Su Peng and Su Kai. They never imagined that this child would possess such fine ink. When their eyes fell upon the brush in her hand, however, their brows furrowed slightly before they let out a collective sigh. It was clear they felt the brush was utterly unworthy of the ink.
"That ink... it’s just too good." Su Kai’s brows knitted tightly. He wanted to scream. Why? Why is this happening? Nine-Headed Lion Ink! Why can’t I ever find such a treasure?
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Luo Tian shared the same opinion as Su Peng, Big Snail, and Sea Snake. How could such a brush deserve such fine ink? But he didn’t dare say it aloud.
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