The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Chapter 1192: A Cauldron Suppressing Mountains and Rivers?

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However, Mo Li did not think so. Little Ninth was not someone who did not know the severity of the matter. It was Little Ninth who had taken out the cauldron. He shook his head. “In the past ten thousand years, there has not been a supreme beast tamer, but Little Ninth has done it. Perhaps, others can’t subdue this cauldron, but Little Ninth can!”

Sure enough, at this moment, a burst of arrogant laughter erupted on the stage. The laughter was earth-shattering, and Zhu Lin’s voice entered everyone’s ears. “Beiting Huang, I’m afraid you’re going to lose this round. Obviously, you can’t control this cauldron. The Tungsten Golden Four Beast Cauldron is the number one cauldron in the world, the cauldron of the Mother of the Earth. For tens of thousands of years, I’ve only heard that he acknowledges the wife of the fallen Devil Emperor as his master. I’m afraid it’s impossible for you to make it your subordinate.”

Beiting Huang stood with her arms crossed. She shrugged and raised her eyebrows. “Why do you think so? What makes you think I can’t subdue it?”

Even if she couldn’t subdue it, the small cauldron had already recognized her as its master. If Beiting Huang insisted on controlling the small cauldron, the small cauldron had no choice but to obey. However, Beiting Huang had never bothered to do such a thing.

At this moment, she communicated with the tiny cauldron in her heart. “See, this is the effect you want, right? To let everyone on the entire continent know that you don’t obey me?”

The tiny cauldron was angered to the point of almost jumping up. “Who said that? Who said that? Master, let me tell you. Actually, besides refining pills, I have another skill that can be used as a weapon to attack. Master, have you heard of a cauldron that can suppress mountains and rivers?”

“No!” Beiting Huang already had an ultimate killing technique and the Nine-colored Nirvana Fire. She wasn’t too interested in using a cauldron as a weapon to refine pills, but the small cauldron didn’t allow her to be uninterested. It said to Beiting Huang in her heart, “Master, control me with your mind and hang me above this fellow’s head. Let’s see if he’s still convinced!”

Was there such a thing?

Sure enough, Beiting Huang wrapped the small cauldron with a wisp of spiritual power and actually easily raised it above Zhu Lin’s head. This action instantly stunned everyone inside and outside the arena.

Meanwhile, Zhu Lin’s eyes widened. He looked at Beiting Huang and then at the Tungsten Golden Four Beast Cauldron that almost covered him. A feeling as heavy as a mountain pressed down on him, causing his expression to change. He never expected that Beiting Huang had indeed subdued this cauldron. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to control a small cauldron with his mind.

One had to know that this cauldron was not an ordinary spirit weapon. It had complete intelligence and was once a supreme weapon that could transform into a human form. If not for the death of its master, which caused it to be too sad and sealed its intelligence, it would definitely not have looked like this.

It could be said that Zhu Lin had lost terribly in terms of fire, medicinal herbs, and cauldrons. If he had a chance of winning, it would be his proficiency in tempering. He was a true Divine Realm expert and could use his divine power to temper medicinal herbs. Even if Beiting Huang was a demigod, she only had elemental energy now. However, he might not be able to defeat Beiting Huang with such a method. Even if he could, he could not be so shameless.

He cupped his hands at Beiting Huang. “Your Excellency Beiting Huang, I’ve lost this competition!”

After saying this, Zhu Lin felt a little relieved. In any case, a loss was a loss. As for what kind of impression he would have in Beiting Huang’s heart, he didn’t care. As for the Soul Returning Grass, he would find it elsewhere when he had the chance in the future. His mother had already passed away for so many years. What did it matter if he waited for another hundred years?