The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron - Chapter 441

Chapter 441: Chapter 441: The Fang Family’s Disaster

Fang Lin looked up at Han Luoyun, wondering what he was going to tell him.

Han Luoyun’s face turned grim, he said, “Your family, the Fang Family of Gushui Town, has been annihilated.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin’s face changed instantly. The Fang Family of Gushui Town was where Fang Lin was born in this life.

“Who did this?” Fang Lin took several deep breaths, surprisingly calm.

Han Luoyun looked deeply into Fang Lin’s eyes: “Although there’s no solid evidence, it was probably the Li Family’s doing.”

Fang Lin clenched his fists, his eyes full of hatred: “The Li Family again!”

Han Luoyun patted Fang Lin on the shoulder: “The Ancestral Home of the Fang Family has been destroyed. I have already sent people to collect the bodies of your clansmen. However, we did not find your parents, they might still be alive. You and Fang Yang can go back together to check.”

There were two people from the Fang Family at the Purple Mist Sect, one was Fang Lin and the other was Fang Yang from the Martial Sect, who had once had a disagreement with Fang Lin.

Fang Lin nodded, his mood very low. Although he didn’t care much for the Fang Family, its destruction and the death of his clansmen made Fang Lin feel quite upset.

Especially knowing that the culprit was the Li Family, Fang Lin was even more furious.

“Li Family, this time you’ve completely enraged me! I, Fang Lin, won’t rest until I have wiped out your entire clan. How else can I face those who’ve died of the Fang Family?” Fang Lin said to himself. Since his rebirth, he had never felt such rage.

“If you hold this anger in your heart, I can escort you to confront the Li Family,” Han Luoyun offered.

Fang Lin shook his head: “If it’s only about confronting them, it would let them off too easily.”

Han Luoyun looked solemn: “What do you plan to do?”

Fang Lin didn’t hide his intent at all: “I want the Li Family to atone with the lives of their entire clan!”

Han Luoyun was slightly taken aback, not expecting Fang Lin to say such a thing.

“The Li Family’s roots run deep in Qian Country. Even if Purple Mist Sect and the royal family joined forces, it would still be incredibly difficult to eradicate them,” Han Luoyun cautioned, not wanting Fang Lin to be consumed by his hatred. After all, Fang Lin had a bright future ahead of him, and falling into the trap of hate could throw his life off course.

Fang Lin took a deep breath: “Master, don’t worry. I won’t act recklessly, and I won’t harbor any unrealistic ideas. However, this enmity with the Li Family, I will remember.”

Han Luoyun, understanding Fang Lin’s current emotional state, didn’t dwell on it and let Fang Lin return to his quarters.

Fang Lin returned to his living quarters, his face somber. Unable to suppress the anger in his heart, he smashed the stone table in the courtyard.

The annihilation of his family caused Fang Lin’s hatred for the Li Family to reach a new high. He started to plot a plan to make the Li Family pay.

But Fang Lin also understood the Li Family’s power. A small clan like the Fang Family could be easily wiped out and no one would dare to challenge their actions, no matter how notorious they became. Even if the Purple Mist Sect intervened due to Fang Lin, the most they could do was to worsen their relationship with the Li Family. They couldn’t do anything substantial against them.

The Purple Mist Sect wouldn’t go to war with the Li Family just for this matter. Even though Fang Lin was a True Disciple of the Purple Mist Sect, he didn’t have enough influence to provoke a war.

Compared to the Li Family, Fang Lin’s own power was insignificant, an expert from the Li Family could crush him with no effort.

This resentment was not something Fang Lin could swallow. Even if his parents of this life might still be alive, the many members of the Fang Family had tragically died at the hands of the Li Family. This was a blood feud and Fang Lin couldn’t just let it go.

Revenge is a dish that can wait for ten years!

What kind of nonsense is that about waiting ten years for revenge? First of all, he Fang Lin is no gentleman. Secondly, he believes that revenge should be swift, and taken immediately, not after ten years, when everything would be too late!

At that moment, Fang Lin was contemplating on how to exact his revenge. A direct confrontation wouldn’t be wise. As soon as he tried to storm the Li Family, he would be taken out by their experts.

After much thought, the only method to exact his revenge seemed to be through the use of poison.

Fang Lin had always rejected using poison and would only resort to it when absolutely necessary.

But if the opponent was the Li Family, Fang Lin wouldn’t feel any remorse. Even if he had to poison every single member of the Li Family to death, he wouldn’t feel a hint of guilt.

Once he made up his mind, Fang Lin began to make poison in seclusion.

In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed. Fang Lin stepped out of his quarters and arrived at the mountain gate, where he saw Fu Haixin still guarding the gate.

With less than ten days remaining in her three-month gatekeeping duty, Fu Haixin was now able to face the people coming and going from the Purple Mist Sect with composure.

Seeing Fang Lin, a hint of discomfort flashed through Fu Haixin’s eyes. Clearly, she was still holding on to the defeat she suffered at his hands.

Fang Lin only greeted her and stood quietly on the side, seemingly waiting for someone.

After a while, two people came from the direction of Martial Sect. One of them was Fang Yang.

Behind Fang Yang was an elderly man in a loose gray robe. He had a strong posture and exuded an impressive aura as he walked.

“Elder Fang, I apologize for making you wait,” said Fang Yang as he approached, his expression filled with melancholy as he bowed to Fang Lin.

Fang Yang also knew about the extermination of his family, and the news had caused him a few days of grief. Today, he was to return to Gushui Town with Fang Lin, to see the ruins of their ancestral home.

Fang Lin nodded to Fang Yang and then bowed respectfully to the elderly man in the gray robe: “Thank you for your trouble, Elder Ge.”

Elder Ge sighed: “No trouble at all, only escorting the two of you to Gushui Town. It’s just regrettable that the Li family is still at large.”

Both Fang Lin and Fang Yang remained silent, their hearts full of hatred for the Li Family.

“Let’s go,” Fang Lin said and the three of them left the Purple Mist Sect towards Gushui Town, the location of the Fang Family’s home.

The journey was not far, but for safety’s sake, Han Luoyun still sent Elder Ge, who was one of the top experts in the Martial Sect, just second to Xing Tianxiao, to accompany them. Having him along ensured that there wouldn’t be any danger.

Considering the short distance, Fang Lin and the others only took two and a half days to reach Gushui Town.

Gushui was a small town located between two mountains, truly a backwater place.

Upon entering Gushui Town, Fang Lin and the others could feel an abnormal atmosphere. Many townsfolk were wearing expressions of grief.

“Sigh, the Fang Family really had a terrible fate, they were almost wiped out,” an old man in a small tea shop said to several people around him, shaking his head repeatedly.

“Isn’t it just? I heard that the Fang Family offended a large clan and was slaughtered overnight,” another man replied.

Listening to this, Fang Lin’s and Fang Yang’s hearts ached, while Elder Ge remained silent, following behind them.

They arrived at the Ancestral Home of the Li Family, finding nothing but ruins and signs of fire.