The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron-Chapter 904 - Return to the Purple Mist Sect in
Chapter 904: Chapter 904: Return to the Purple Mist Sect in Glory
Chapter 904 -904: Return to the Purple Mist Sect in Glory
The red Demon Hand struck, and Fang Lin didn’t hesitate for a moment, slapping the Nine Palace Bag and taking out the ancient spear he hadn’t used for a long time.
As soon as the ancient spear appeared, it released an extremely terrifying murderous aura, as if all beings between heaven and earth were its targets for slaughter.
“Hmm?” The woman in the red dress saw the ancient spear and suddenly her pupils shrank, a sense of indescribable crisis washing over her.
With the murderous aura bursting forth, the pairs of red Demon Hands coming at him seemed to encounter their natural enemy. In the moment they came into contact with the murderous aura, they all disintegrated.
This scene greatly shocked the woman in the red dress, her sense of foreboding growing even stronger.
Meanwhile, Fang Lin grasped the ancient spear, and instantly, the murderous aura enveloped his whole body, with a sense of madness pervading his mind; as if there was a voice in the void tempting Fang Lin to destroy everything before him.
This mad desire to slaughter, Fang Lin hadn’t felt for a long time, as if a lot of time had passed since he last used the ancient spear.
With red hair and crimson pupils, plus an aura of murder around him, Fang Lin at this moment was completely different from his usual self.
The moment he moved his feet, Fang Lin charged at the woman in the red dress like a ghostly apparition, his overwhelming murderous aura chilling her to the bone, as if countless needles were piercing into her body.
The ancient spear thrust forward, aimed directly at the heart of the woman in the red dress.
In that life-and-death moment, the woman in the red dress also reacted extremely quickly, her body barely twisting to avoid the fatal blow.
Thud!
The ancient spear pierced through the woman’s left shoulder, tearing off a complete arm, blood spurting out and drenching Fang Lin, making him appear even more fierce.
The woman in the red dress screamed in agony. Not only had she lost an arm, but the murderous aura continued to ravage her body. If the fight continued, she would certainly have no chance of survival.
Escape!
Now, all the woman in the red dress wanted was to run away, to flee this place, to get far away from the terrifying Fang Lin.
But she saw Fang Lin was already brimming with the intent to kill, not giving the woman in the red dress the slightest chance to escape as he relentlessly pursued her.
“Damn it!!!!” The woman in the red dress cursed angrily, her face pale, her eyes filled with bitter resentment.
She slapped the Nine Palace Bag and pulled out a Jade Slip, crushing it without hesitation.
As the Jade Slip shattered, a red light emerged, wrapping around the woman in the red dress, and in the blink of an eye, she had vanished without a trace.
Seeing this, Fang Lin sighed. After all, he was unable to keep the woman in the red dress from escaping.
However, the woman in the red dress had lost an arm, and there was a great amount of murderous aura from the ancient spear infiltrating her body, so it was unlikely that she would have an easy time even after her escape.
Putting away the ancient spear, Fang Lin returned to his original form, his vision swimming, involuntarily revealing a bitter smile.
He hadn’t used the ancient spear for a long while, and now that he had used it, it seemed he was somewhat unaccustomed to it.
Having nearly exhausted his inner strength and having lost two or three drops of essence blood, Fang Lin was not in good shape. If he were to encounter another attack from the Hidden Kill Hall, he might fall into a life-threatening crisis.
Right then, Fang Lin released Dugu Nian from that sphere, the two of them returning to the Flying Boat, with Dugu Nian steering the vessel, while Fang Lin took Pills and sat cross-legged to recuperate.
Fortunately, in the following three days, they encountered no more people from the Hidden Kill Hall, which relieved Fang Lin and Dugu Nian considerably.
Three days later, the Flying Boat had already entered the territory of the Qian Country.
Fang Lin stood upon the flying boat, gazing at the vast expanse of Qian Country below him, his spirit involuntarily becoming a bit of a daze.
“I’m back,” Fang Lin murmured to himself, as the flying boat didn’t linger and headed straight for the Purple Mist Sect.
This time returning to Qian Country, Fang Lin’s main purpose was to cure Han Yinyue of her congenital disease and to see how the Purple Mist Sect was doing. Once his business was completed, Fang Lin wouldn’t stay in Qian Country but would return to Tiankui Pavilion.
Amidst the continuous mountains stood three peaks towering above the rest: one was Pill Sect, another Martial Sect, and the tallest of them all was Purple Mist Peak.
When the flying boat landed before the gates of Purple Mist Sect, the disciples guarding the mountain immediately noticed.
“Who goes there? Who dares to trespass the Purple Mist Sect?” four disciples holding longswords asked, their gazes vigilant as they looked at Fang Lin and Dugu Nian.
Fang Lin glanced at the four mountain-guarding disciples, all rather young, and noticed from their attire that they seemed to be sword-carrying disciples, which were the lowest rank disciples in Martial Sect.
“Do you not recognize me?” Fang Lin asked the four mountain-guarding disciples with an odd look in his eyes.
All four young men were startled for a moment then sized up Fang Lin, but still shook their heads.
“Haha, it seems your popularity isn’t that great, coming back to Purple Mist Sect and no one recognizes you,” Dugu Nian ridiculed without any hesitation from the side.
Fang Lin felt somewhat helpless and could only say to the four, “I am Fang Lin.”
As soon as the name Fang Lin was mentioned, the four were immediately shocked. Within the Purple Mist Sect, Fang Lin had become a personage of legend, with his deeds circulating in both Pill Sect and Martial Sect.
What filled them with the most pride was Fang Lin’s consecutive defeats of talented martial artists from the other two countries at the Grand Competition of the Three Kingdoms and being recognized as the number one alchemy prodigy in the Lower Three Kingdoms.
Finally, the four recognized him, as Fang Lin’s appearance was very similar to the descriptions given by their senior brothers and sisters.
“Are you really Fang Lin, brother Fang?” the four asked, still feeling somewhat incredulous.
Fang Lin smiled, took out the identity token that Han Luoyun had given him.
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Once the token appeared, the four mountain-guarding disciples immediately believed him, as such tokens could only belong to Purple Mist’s True Disciples and could not be faked.
Immediately, one of the mountain-guarding disciples rang the golden bell nearby, the sound spreading throughout the Purple Mist.
“Brother Fang has returned!!!”
Fang Lin wore a helpless expression; he hadn’t wanted to create such a commotion, but now it seemed unavoidable, so he could only stand there and wait.
Before long, the entire Purple Mist Sect was boiling with excitement!
Only a few, such as Han Luoyun, were aware that Fang Lin would be returning to Purple Mist Sect soon; the majority were completely unaware.
Now, knowing that the pride of the Purple Mist Sect had returned, many disciples from both Pill Sect and Martial Sect rushed to the gate to catch a glimpse of Fang Lin’s grace.
Some newly joined disciples of the Purple Mist Sect were still somewhat confused, but seeing so many disciples heading towards the gate, they too ran towards it.
Sect Master Han Luoyun, followed by a host of high-ranking officials, soon appeared at the gate.
Han Luoyun, as always, looked the same, barely changed, and by his side followed the gentle and serene Han Yinyue, looking at Fang Lin with a hint of excitement.
There were many familiar faces too: Yan Zhengfeng, the head of Pill Sect, Xing Tianxiao, the head of Martial Sect, Meng Wuyou, Mu Yan, Elder Qian, and others, all came forth to welcome Fang Lin back to the Purple Mist Sect.
“Disciple Fang Lin, pays respects to Master,” Fang Lin bowed in salute, as Han Luoyun, in name, was still his master.
