The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1718: Chapter 1815: Deadly Mist

After Fang Lin left, the grandfather and grandson’s life remained peaceful, and the jade Fang Lin left behind was no ordinary item. Not only could it bring good fortune and ward off disaster, but it also nurtured the body, keeping one free from illness and pain.

Thanks to this jade, neither the old man nor Ping’an ever fell ill again. Even the elder’s previously limp left leg miraculously recovered within half a year.

Taking advantage of his restored health, the old man took Ping’an down the mountain to visit some nearby towns and broaden their horizons.

Of course, these matters were no longer connected to Fang Lin. The jade he left behind was simply an act of casual kindness on his part.

Having lost his cultivation, Fang Lin could no longer fly through the air. He had to travel on foot to the Extreme North Land. Though it was troublesome, he had no other choice. He couldn’t contact the people from the Sky Swallowing Palace and could only make his way back there himself.

Fortunately, despite his cultivation being sealed, his physical body remained intact. Fang Lin didn’t need much rest and could press forward day and night without pause.

After over ten days of travel, Fang Lin stopped abruptly in the middle of a vast plain. This area was shrouded in a thin, lingering layer of gray fog.

Upon seeing this gray fog, Fang Lin’s expression immediately darkened. Clearly, the Demon Beast had appeared here before, leaving behind this ominous gray mist.

Even with his True Dragon Indestructible Body, Fang Lin dared not rashly enter this deadly fog that could claim lives.

Taking out a Detoxification Pill from his Nine Palace Bag, Fang Lin swallowed it, took a deep breath, and proceeded to step into the gray fog.

As soon as he entered, Fang Lin felt something attempting to invade his body, especially in his limbs, where a faint numb and itchy sensation emerged.

Fang Lin stood still for a moment to carefully sense the effects this gray fog had on him.

Meanwhile, outside the fog, a group of people hid behind a hillside, watching Fang Lin within the gray mist with puzzled expressions.

“Is this guy crazy? Why did he willingly run into that Deadly Mist?” the only woman in the group frowned and said.

“Judging by his appearance, he seems to have consumed some kind of pill,” the eldest member of the group remarked.

“This Deadly Mist is extremely dangerous. Look at the ragged state of this kid—what decent pills could he have? Probably won’t help much,” the young woman scoffed, her tone full of disdain.

The old man with a prominent mole glared at her. “Judging someone by their appearance is the height of foolishness!”

The young woman with notable beauty said nothing further, though inwardly, she remained dismissive.

“Master, this Deadly Mist is so lethal—why are we even here tempting fate?” a middle-aged man asked gruffly.

The elder turned back to his disciples, feeling a surge of mixed emotions.

Among the five disciples, the young woman was undoubtedly the most talented, yet she also had the poorest temperament, causing the elder considerable headaches.

The other four had average talent but were diligent and earnest, qualities that gave the elder some consolation.

The elder was a Pill Refiner—not one from a prestigious alchemic lineage but rather someone who had left the Pill Alliance. He once held the rank of Five Cauldrons Pill Refiner and was respectfully called Grandmaster during his days in the Pill Alliance.

However, after a series of upheavals within the Pill Alliance, the elder had grown disillusioned, choosing to leave the organization and return to his homeland, where he took on these five disciples.

After the Heaven King of the East Pole regained control of the Pill Alliance, he had sought out the elder several times in hopes of bringing him back, but the elder’s lingering mistrust kept him from returning.

This time, the elder had brought his disciples to investigate the source of the Deadly Mist, hoping to find a method to counteract it and prevent further harm to others.

“Master, that man has been standing inside for an hour and still hasn’t died,” the youngest disciple remarked in surprise.

The elder’s eyes also revealed astonishment. The Deadly Mist earned its name because anyone caught within it would lose their life within moments—even martial artists with high cultivation rarely lasted longer than the time it took to drink a cup of tea.

“Could it be that the pill he took is indeed effective against the Deadly Mist?” the elder mused with growing curiosity.

“If that’s the case, why don’t we just grab him and ask what he knows?” the young woman said, sneering coldly.

The other four disciples looked at her with disgust, while the elder’s expression darkened, though he said nothing.

“Let’s observe a little longer,” the elder said. Even as a Master of Pill, he had little means of dealing with the Deadly Mist. Entering to capture someone, as the young woman suggested, was simply not feasible at the moment.

After standing still for a long while, Fang Lin opened his eyes and retreated from the gray mist.

“The Detoxification Pill can resist the mist for a short time, but once the medicinal effect wears off, I won’t be able to stay inside,” Fang Lin said to himself. Spending over an hour within the mist had left him unharmed, but it had also made him keenly aware of its dangers.

This was an incredibly sinister fog. Merely being within it caused it to sap one’s blood and flesh essence, draining life force. Even someone like Fang Lin, with his formidable body, could not fully block its pervasive infiltration.

With his cultivation intact, he might have relied on it to resist the mist’s intrusion, but with his cultivation sealed, he could only depend on the power of pills.

However, the consumption rate of medicinal power in the mist was far greater than usual. A Detoxification Pill that would ordinarily last for a day could barely persist for two hours here.

While Fang Lin still had several Detoxification Pills, there was no telling how far this mist extended. To return to the Sky Swallowing Palace, he’d have to cross the plain. Taking a detour to avoid the mist could mean a journey of a year just to get back.

Additionally, Fang Lin harbored a troubling thought—the mist might gradually adapt to the Detoxification Pill, weakening its effectiveness over time.

This was a very real possibility. For instance, if a martial artist repeatedly consumed the same kind of pill, over time, its effects would diminish.

“Looks like I need to prepare a stronger antidote pill,” Fang Lin thought to himself while staring at the lingering gray mist.

At that moment, the elder and his five disciples approached Fang Lin. He turned to face the six, his expression impassive.

“Hey, what kind of pill did you just take? Hand it over so we can take a look,” the young woman said before the elder could speak, stretching out her hand toward Fang Lin with a tone that brooked no refusal.

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