The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1694: Chapter 1791: Elder Situ

The young Taoist stared solemnly at the imposing True Dragon Phantom behind Fang Lin. With a wave of the horsetail whisk in his hand, the massive black sword whistled downward toward Fang Lin.

The great sword was over a hundred zhang long, and solely through the sharp Sword Qi radiating from it, it could slay even Great Longevity cultivators.

If one were to be directly struck by the sword itself, even an Immortal would likely suffer severe injuries.

Roar!!!

The True Dragon Phantom let out a furious roar and directly charged toward the great sword, clearly intent on engaging in a perilous clash with the weapon.

In the next moment, the True Dragon Phantom collided with the sword, and both Fang Lin and the young Taoist let out muffled grunts.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!!

The sounds of collision rang out continuously as the True Dragon Phantom and the sword fiercely opposed each other with immense power, neither emerging victorious after multiple exchanges.

The sheer intensity of the confrontation left every expert present trembling with fear. This was far beyond the battles ordinary martial artists could imagine, and even Great Longevity cultivators dared not interfere.

“Slash!” The young Taoist uttered softly, his horsetail whisk sweeping forth, injecting a burst of brilliance into the great sword, causing its aura to surge even more ferociously.

Fang Lin similarly unleashed the Power of the Sacred Tree, which flowed into the True Dragon Phantom. The phantom solidified, seeming almost as though it had transformed into flesh and blood.

The great sword and the True Dragon Phantom clashed once more. This time, the phantom rapidly dimmed, its body appearing to crack.

Meanwhile, part of the sword’s blade shattered, the broken fragment dissipating into the skies.

A trace of blood emerged at the corner of the young Taoist’s lips, which he nonchalantly wiped away, while Fang Lin’s face grew slightly pale, still looking far better than the Taoist.

The True Dragon Phantom returned to Fang Lin’s body, and the now-powerless great sword was tucked away into the young Taoist’s sleeve. The two seemed to have reached a draw.

“You can’t even slay a mere True Dragon Phantom, yet you boast of slaying dragons? Such bold claims you make,” Fang Lin remarked mockingly.

The young Taoist remained composed, his eyes fixed on Fang Lin from a short distance away. “My Sword Intent is sufficient, but my Sword Qi falls short. If my cultivation were to advance further, you would not withstand this strike.”

Fang Lin’s sneer deepened. “Advance further? I wager this is as far as you’ll ever ascend. Don’t dream of taking one step beyond the pinnacle.”

The young Taoist smiled faintly, unbothered by Fang Lin’s mockery.

“Leave the True Martial Hall Master’s head behind, and I will refrain from taking action against you, allowing you to leave in peace. Besides, I know very well that if you truly intend to retreat, I cannot stop you,” the young Taoist stated plainly.

Fang Lin scoffed disdainfully. “I have no intention of leaving so swiftly. If you have the skill, go ahead and force me out.”

At these words, the young Taoist sighed lightly, then gazed at Fang Lin with solemn eyes. “Even with your overwhelming strength, if you truly infringe upon the bottom line of the Three Teachings, you might find that you won’t have the opportunity to leave at all.”

Fang Lin grinned. “That’s true, isn’t it. I’ve already faced the Buddha Daqian, and now here you stand as an Immortal of the Taoist Sect. But what about Confucianism? Surely Confucianism wouldn’t be so petty as to lack even a single Immortal strong enough.”

At Fang Lin’s remark, the Confucian experts within the Spirit Martial Chess Sect felt deeply aggrieved. Yet, it seemed that indeed no Immortal existed among them, or if there was, they were entirely unknown.

The young Taoist replied, “The Buddha Daqian’s power surpasses mine. As for the Confucian one, I suspect they’re silently observing you now. Should you press too far, or if I fail to stop you, that individual will certainly intervene. Then, you’ll face not one, but two Immortals. What chance will you have then?”

Fang Lin’s expression remained calm, showing little concern for the Taoist’s words. “Two Immortals? Even if I were to face two Immortal powerhouses, could you stop me if I wished to leave?”

“We could,” the young Taoist replied with complete seriousness.

Fang Lin smirked scornfully at his words, but inwardly, he grew cautious. The Taoist’s confidence was unshakable—could the Confucian Immortal truly be that formidable?

“How about it? I am willing to take a step back with you, and I promise never to entangle myself with you again in the future,” the Taoist proposed once more.

Fang Lin furrowed his brows, suddenly looking toward the ocean below with an icy glint in his expression.

“Hiding in the shadows; when will you reveal yourself?” Fang Lin demanded coldly.

Bang!

The surface of the ocean erupted, and a scroll floated gently out of the water. From the scroll emerged a figure clad in a plain white long robe, wearing a jade crown, whose handsome features seemed as though he had stepped straight out of the painting.

Fang Lin let out a snort, throwing a punch directly at the figure.

The figure shifted his sleeve and pushed his palm forward, releasing a vast aura that clashed with Fang Lin’s fist.

The two forces collided violently, and Fang Lin’s body slightly trembled, while the man from the scroll also staggered back two steps.

Another Immortal!

Fang Lin remained impassive, unsurprised in the slightest. After all, this was the Confucian sect’s territory. If even the Taoist Sect’s Immortal had appeared, how could the Confucian Immortal remain hidden?

“What an impressive physique!” The man on the scroll praised aloud. As he lightly stepped forward, the scroll disappeared, and he joined the young Taoist’s side.

“Old friend, you forced me to reveal myself,” the man said to the Taoist.

The Taoist smiled faintly. “I traveled thousands of miles to assist you, yet you’ve remained hidden this whole time. That’s hardly reasonable.”

The robed man glanced at the Spirit Martial Chess Sect in the distance and said, “If it endangers the foundation of Confucianism, I of course would not stand idly by.”

At this moment, the Confucians within the Spirit Martial Chess Sect looked at the robed man with various expressions of confusion, save for Elder Liu of Return to Sea Painting Studio and Master Song of the Spirit Martial Chess Sect, who recognized him.

“Elder Situ!” Elder Liu’s face was filled with shock. The robed man was a legendary figure from Confucianism thousands of years ago, who had vanished long ago—a name now scarcely remembered by anyone within the sect.

“To think Elder Situ still lives. It seems today’s calamity for our Confucian Sect has passed,” Master Song also exclaimed with joy.

Fang Lin glared coldly at the young Taoist and the robed man. Even though both were Immortal-level experts, Fang Lin remained fearless, his eyes brimming with fighting spirit.

Two Immortals? To Fang Lin, even combined, they couldn’t compare to the Pavilion Master of the Sealing Sword Pavilion.

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