The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron - Chapter 327

Chapter 327: Chapter 327: Old Rascal

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“Senior, why did you call for me?” Fang Lin asked cautiously.

Ahead in the dim light, there was a figure, but the view was unclear. It was as if a black veil enveloped it, blocking Fang Lin’s sight.

“Let me have a look at that golden beast.” The woman’s voice sounded, carrying a hint of anticipation.

Fang Lin frowned. She called him here just to see that golden beast? What was this woman trying to do? Perhaps she knew the origin of the golden beast?

At the moment, Fang Lin patted his Beast Bag and caught the golden beast.

“Indeed!” A slightly surprised voice came from the darkness.

Fang Lin quickly asked, “Do you know where this creature came from, Senior?”

The woman’s voice rang out again: “You don’t need to know its origin, but you should take good care of it. It’s best if you feed it Essence Pills.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin curled his lip. She wouldn’t even tell him.

“Also, you should be careful with that thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng. It’s extraordinary. Even I can’t tell how profound it is,” the woman continued.

This remark had Fang Lin’s heart sinking. If even this woman couldn’t figure out the details of the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng, that was a bit terrifying.

“Senior, will the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng be harmful to me?” Fang Lin asked.

The woman replied, “It shouldn’t be, but its memory seems to be defective. Do not let it recover its memory.”

Fang Lin nodded repeatedly.

“Your power has increased quickly, but you need to pay attention to stabilize your realm. Don’t become unstable due to rapid promotion. Make sure to lay a solid foundation,” the woman stated.

Fang Lin sneered inwardly. Do I really need you to remind me of this? I understand these principles better than anyone.

“All right, you can go. Remember to look after the golden beast,” the woman said lightly.

But Fang Lin didn’t move; instead, he tentatively asked, “Senior, could you teach me one or two powerful martial arts techniques or give me a treasure for self-defense?”

The woman fell silent for a while before speaking again: “I have sealed a force within you. If you encounter a life-or-death crisis, this seal will open and save your life. But it can only be used once.”

With those words, a faint light emerged from the darkness, instantly disappearing into Fang Lin’s forehead, forming a small black spot.

The black spot was extremely small. Unless someone got up close to Fang Lin’s face, they wouldn’t even notice it.

Fang Lin touched his forehead, not sure whether he was pleased or bitter.

The spot was another seal – in nicer terms, it was left for him as a protective charm, but in reality, it probably gave the woman more control over him. If he did anything to defy her, this seal could probably take his life immediately.

“Don’t you have any spare treasure you can give me, Senior?” Fang Lin asked thick-facedly. After all, he had come all this way and shouldn’t leave empty-handed. He had to get some benefits.

“You have a lot of nerve,” the woman’s tone turned cold, tinged with mockery.

Fang Lin rubbed his nose. “Senior’s words… I’m not pushing any boundaries here. I’m serving you and even if I don’t have merit, I am putting in hard work. If you rewarded me with a few treasures, wouldn’t I be even more motivated when working for you?”

“I have my seal in you, do you dare not to be motivated?” the woman chuckled coldly.

Fang Lin pursed his lips. So much for ‘Senior’s words,’ she is just being stingy. Wouldn’t even hand over a few treasures.

“You’ve got the Demon Saint’s corpse and his sword, aren’t you still unsatisfied?” the woman suddenly asked.

Fang Lin was startled, and a smile full of embarrassment appeared on his face. “I don’t dare to move the Demon Saint’s corpse. What can it do for me? As for the sword, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Apart from drawing a bit of blood occasionally, it’s pretty much useless. I truly lack treasures.”

If the woman wasn’t trapped inside, she would definitely come out and slap Fang Lin across the face, hard.

Nobody could comment on the Demon Saint’s body, but the sword was an artifact of the Demon Saint, unpredictable and powerful. Even she was tempted by it, and if she wasn’t trapped here, she would have taken it all for herself.

“The Demon Saint’s sword is mighty; you just haven’t grasped the way to use it. Feed it with your blood for a month, and this sword will recover its spirits,” the woman retorted.

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin nodded repeatedly.

“Alright then, you can go now,” the woman ordered.

Fang Lin didn’t move, standing there as a sheepish grin spread across his face. “Senior, are you sure there are no spare treasures that I could use?”

The woman was silent for a moment before gritting out one word: “Scram!”

Before Fang Lin could even respond, a gust of wind blew over, sending Fang Lin flying out of the cave.

Fang Lin rolled out of the ancient cave like a tumbleweed, tumbling around several times before regaining his stability. He quickly got up and looked around calmly. Noticing that no one had observed his embarrassing predicament, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Um, how did you get blown out?” asked the one-eyed old woman at the side in surprise.

Fang Lin looked embarrassed. He made a fist salute before turning to leave.

Back in the courtyard, Fang Lin immediately retrieved the blood-colored long sword and cut his wrist.

The blood-colored long sword initially had no reaction, but after a while, it began to glow faintly.

Right after that, Fang Lin could feel the sword absorbing his blood. Although it was very slow, he could feel it very distinctly.

After it absorbed some of his blood, Fang Lin put the sword away. One cannot bleed too much each time; otherwise, it would deplete his energy.

Then, Fang Lin refined a batch of Essence Pills and fed them to the golden beast.

After eating dozens of Essence Pills, the golden beast instantly fell into a deep sleep and passed out on Fang Lin’s lap.

Fang Lin put it into his Beast Bag and began to meditate.

The next day, Fang Lin left his courtyard to visit Han Luoyun.

Today, Fang Lin was going to visit the Purple Mist Treasury to choose a treasure.

When Fang Lin became a True Disciple of the Purple Mist, Han Luoyun had promised him that he could freely choose a treasure from the Purple Mist Treasury.

Fang Lin had not gone there yet. Now that he had some free time, he thought it was a good opportunity to visit and see the supposed Purple Mist Treasury.

The Purple Mist Treasury was divided into three sections; Heavenly, Earthly, and Human. Heavenly Origin Martial Artists could enter the A Treasury, Earth Origin Martial Artists could enter the B Treasury, while Human Origin Martial Artists could go to the Human Treasury.

These three Treasuries had completely different standards. The rarest and most precious treasures are kept in the A Treasury.

Given that Fang Lin’s cultivation was only at the seventh level of Earth Origin, he could only enter the B Treasury.

Even though Fang Lin really wanted to visit the A Treasury, rules are rules. Even Han Luoyun couldn’t bend them for Fang Lin.

With Han Luoyun’s token, Fang Lin arrived at the entrance to the B Treasury. But he found a messy old man lying in front of the gate to the B Treasury.