Chapter 3120: Iron Edge Needle

Looking at Wang Tieshu snoring like thunder and sleeping soundly, the elder's mouth twitched.

Normally, he could just let Wang Tieshu sleep, wait a while then wake her up, and casually get past it.

By then, you'll be fine, I'll be fine, everyone will be fine—all will be happy.

But he is also a stubborn person; even though he was reluctantly persuaded by Hong Zun, since he had agreed, his nature wouldn't allow him to just go through the motions.

This elder wasn't an old man from the Dao Yi Shengdi before; he was born in the Immortal Realm, later joined the Dao One Immortal Sect, entered the God Sword Hall, and became an elder.

Before joining the Dao One Immortal Sect, he was already a well-known loose cultivator in the Immortal Realm.

Having no background or connections, he nevertheless made a name for himself in the Immortal Realm relying solely on a heavy black-iron sword in his hand, which shows his temperament.

So at this moment, his stubborn nature surfaced; with a dark face he woke Wang Tieshu.

"Senior, senior, wake up."

"Ah, I didn't sleep."

Hearing that, Wang Tieshu blearily opened his eyes and blurted out; hearing that, the elder's face darkened further, "You damn still not sleeping? This snore can be heard three li away!"

"Senior, do you really want to learn swordsmanship? If not, I'll go tell the hall master right away—worst case, we ……"

I was going to say that if you're unwilling, there's no need to come here and torment each other—no need for Wang Tieshu to go; he could just go explain things to Hong Zun himself.

But before he could finish speaking, Wang Tieshu's eyes widened and he shouted.

"I do want to learn—how could I not want to learn?"

His voice boomed like a great bell, his attitude firm; seeing this, the elder resignedly said.

"Then please take the trouble, Senior, and don't fall asleep during the lecture."

"Okay, I got it."

Speaking, Wang Tieshu took out a beehive-like device from his Space Ring.

He had seen this before; it is a hidden weapon called the Iron Bee Needle.

This item can also be set as a trap; once the preset trigger condition is met, countless bee-shaped hidden weapons will fly out, each with a tracking function that is hard to shake off in a short time.

Seeing this, the elder looked at Wang Tieshu with suspicion and said.

"Senior, what is this?"

"I'm afraid I'll fall asleep again, just in case."

Speaking, Wang Tieshu tinkered with it on his own, and after a while looked at the elder and said.

"All right, let's begin."

"Is it that extreme? To prevent myself from dozing off, I even resorted to using the Iron Bee Needle?"

After giving Wang Tieshu a strange glance, the elder said nothing more and silently continued his lecture.

As the lecture continued, Wang Tieshu predictably began to doze off again—she really isn't cut out for this.

And according to her earlier settings, whenever she dozed off, the nearby Iron Bee Needle would be triggered directly, launching an attack.

Thus, with a faint sound, the elder's words cut off; his gaze involuntarily shifted to the Iron Bee Needle, and he silently stepped back two paces.

This was Wang Tieshu's own decision; he naturally wouldn't interfere.

However, what he didn't expect was that, as the Iron Bee Needle was triggered, countless bee-shaped hidden weapons shot out in the next second.

But they weren't headed for Wang Tieshu; instead, they came straight for him.

Seeing this, the elder's eyes widened and he let out an angry roar.

"Are they coming for me?"

He immediately took off running without hesitation, and behind him, the sky-covering Iron Bee Needle pursued relentlessly, like a plaster that won't come off.

"Get out of the way!"

"Elder, what the—what the hell is this?"

"Elder, you can't play with hidden weapons in the sect—you don't know that?"

"Damn it, that's not me playing with it."

Immediately, the God Sword Hall was thrown into chaos; the sky-covering Iron Bee Needle indeed made everyone's scalp go numb.

The disciples caught up in the chaos all shouted curses, "You're sick! You're messing with Iron Bee Needles in the sect!"

Moreover, the elder felt wronged and even more depressed—the Iron Bee Needle was clearly set up by Wang Tieshu, so why wasn't it aimed at her?

That guy is still there snoring away—is there any law left?

But the Iron Bee Needle is just a hidden weapon—it naturally can't answer questions.

While running wildly, he was still stabbed a few times; the Iron Bee Needle also has the effect that once struck, the poison on the needle paralyzes the body.

Although the elder's cultivation level would allow him to tough it out, his movements would definitely be affected.

As for the disciples below, it was even worse.

Many were innocent victims caught in the crossfire, but fortunately some reacted quickly—either relying on the Formation Disk or on talismans—to escape disaster.

But some unfortunate ones didn't even bring their Space Rings, leaving them in their Dong Fu.

After all, being in the sect, they often don't bother with such precautions, and even just practicing swordplay in the hall, who knew they'd get caught up?

Few of those who hadn't brought their Space Rings could only glare furiously and curse.

"Damn it, I didn't bring my Space Ring."

"Give it my all—watch my fast sword… ah, I'll say it again: from now on, no hidden weapons are allowed in the sect."

Amidst the chaos, the unharmed Wang Tieshu was awakened by the noise, instantly startled and cursed.

"I fell asleep again? Damn it."

He then recalled the Iron Bee Needle; to prevent himself from dozing off, she had set up measures beforehand, but they were utterly useless.

Turning his head to look at the Iron Bee Needle in front of him, he saw the outer shell still there, but the inside was empty.

"Huh???"

Originally I was still full of doubts, but this iron bee needle triggered—why didn't it wake her up?

Suddenly, Wang Tieshu seemed to recall something and slapped his forehead, saying.

"Damn it, I forgot this is something I refined—it won't hurt me."

"You just remembered now?"

"Huh???"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a resentful voice rang out, and immediately we saw the Elder, his face covered in red spots, walking over with a resentful expression.

He had finally dealt with those iron bee needles with great difficulty, and upon returning he heard Wang Tieshu's words, which made him furious.

What the hell were you doing earlier? You're sick, putting your own refined hidden weapon here—are you messing with me?

Normally, when refining disposable hidden weapons, talismans, formation disks and similar treasures, many Artifact Masters, Talisman Masters, and Formation Masters will specially engrave a seal.

The sole effect of this seal is to prevent these hidden weapons, talismans and the like from being used against oneself later.

This can also be considered a means of self-protection.

As for this, Human Race cultivators who buy these items don't mind; it's just a rule everyone tacitly accepts.

Moreover, it actually has no effect unless you use someone else's refined talisman to attack them, in which case there's nothing to be done.

Looking at this rather miserable Elder, Wang Tieshu asked doubtfully.

Huh, Brother Dao, what are you up to?

I was fleeing for my life!