The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1752: Chapter 1849: Return to Purple Mist

The middle-aged man in brocade clothing arrived anxiously and left as if a close relative had passed away, his whole demeanor distraught.

As for the alliance, the middle-aged man in brocade clothing was aware that it was completely impossible. The Sky Swallowing Palace’s Hall Master had no intention of this at all. Moreover, it seemed that the Hall Master harbored great resentment towards the Head of the Ling Family, Ling Changhe. Not only was an alliance out of the question, but he didn’t even know when the Hall Master might act against the Ling Family.

After leaving the Sky Swallowing Palace, the middle-aged man in brocade clothing felt helpless and secretly cursed that Ling Family. Nowadays, who doesn’t know that Fang Lin is also a member of the Sky Swallowing Palace? Considering Fang Lin’s past grievances with the Ling Family, it was indeed unlikely for the Sky Swallowing Palace to ally with the alchemy family.

"Ling Changhe, oh Ling Changhe, your Ling Family has always been arrogant and domineering, and now that the Sky Swallowing Palace is fixated on you, no one can save you." The middle-aged man in brocade clothing glanced back at the towering Sky Swallowing Palace amidst the vast snow before returning to the Gongsun Family.

Inside the Sky Swallowing Palace, Dugu Nian looked at Nangong Shoujian.

"What are your orders, Hall Master?" Nangong Shoujian asked.

"As allies of the Pill Alliance and the Long Family, we must also take action. Tell the Wu Family, the Zhu Family, and the Gongsun Family that if they wish to ally with our Sky Swallowing Palace, the Ling Family must be eliminated," Dugu Nian said coldly.

Nangong Shoujian understood and immediately left the Sky Swallowing Palace to handle this matter.

Afterward, Dugu Nian waved her hand, signaling to everyone that they could leave.

Inside the grand hall, only Dugu Nian remained seated on the cold throne, still worried about Fang Lin’s condition in her heart.

She wanted very much to see how Fang Lin was doing, but feared disturbing him, so she could only patiently wait for Fang Lin to emerge.

Three days later, Fang Lin finally walked out of the Pill Refining Room and came before Dugu Nian.

Fang Lin’s appearance hadn’t changed since entering the Pill Refining Room; his temples were still graying, and his face bore the marks of time. However, the continuous loss of life energy seemed to have been greatly mitigated, almost to the point of being imperceptible.

"Your body?" Dugu Nian asked.

Fang Lin smiled, "It’s no longer a problem, at least my life energy won’t keep draining away."

Dugu Nian said nothing, placing her hand on Fang Lin’s chest to feel for herself, the simplest and most direct method.

Moments later, Dugu Nian withdrew her hand, letting out a small sigh of relief. Indeed, the life energy within Fang Lin was no longer dissipating. Although there was still a slight sense of loss, it was negligible. After all, Fang Lin possessed the Reviving Dead Wood Body, and his life energy restoration rate had exceeded his rate of loss, which would not affect him.

"What about your lifespan?" Dugu Nian asked again, more concerned now with how many years Fang Lin had left than the loss of life energy.

Fang Lin chuckled, "There should be over two hundred years left, I suppose."

Dugu Nian looked deeply at Fang Lin, uncertain if his words were true, but she hoped they were. Even though two hundred years is fleeting, restoring the lost years should be feasible.

In truth, Fang Lin was not telling the truth. If the loss of life energy hadn’t occurred, Fang Lin indeed would have had two hundred more years.

Due to the recent days of life energy depletion, Fang Lin probably had only a little over a hundred years remaining at best.

Fang Lin, already a martial artist of Great Longevity, felt the changes in his lifespan very clearly. As of now, Fang Lin felt like an elderly man approaching the end, with just over a hundred years remaining.

The reason for not telling Dugu Nian was he didn’t want her to worry. Besides, to Fang Lin, whether it was a hundred years or two hundred years, it made little difference. Fang Lin was confident he could restore his lifespan.

"Having just recovered your vitality, don’t rush into refining pills again. Let Zhong Wuwei help you," Dugu Nian advised.

Fang Lin shook his head, "Pill refining is best handled personally, and besides, the pills I want may not be something Zhong Wuwei can refine."

Dugu Nian suddenly thought of Yu Cuilian and said, "The person you brought back from the Seven Seas, from the Pill Saint Palace—her alchemy skills should surpass Zhong Wuwei’s. Can she not assist you?"

Fang Lin considered this, and it seemed feasible. Yu Cuilian was from the Pill Saint Palace, and he had already inquired she had indeed reached the level of a Seven Cauldrons Pill Refiner. This was considered merely excellent in the Pill Saint Palace back in the day but was among the top-tier in today’s world.

Since Fang Lin had only just regained his vitality, it wasn’t advisable for him to undertake everything himself.

Thus, Fang Lin went to see Yu Cuilian and explained the pills he needed to refine.

Without hesitation, she agreed, quite excitedly as well. For Yu Cuilian, assisting someone with the status of Pill Sovereign like Fang Lin in pill refining was a great honor.

After handing over the pill refining tasks to Yu Cuilian, Fang Lin left the Sky Swallowing Palace for a place he had long wanted to visit but hadn’t had the opportunity to—the Purple Mist Sect.

Nowadays, the Purple Mist Sect was naturally not within the borders of Qian Country but had been relocated to the depths of the Extreme North Icefield.

Worried that Fang Lin’s adversaries might harm the Purple Mist Sect, it never returned to Qian Country and remained in the Extreme North Land for safety.

When Fang Lin arrived at the Purple Mist Sect, Han Luoyun, Han Yinyue, and some old comrades of the Purple Mist Sect came out to greet him.

"Why do you look so haggard?" The old members of the Purple Mist Sect noticed the change in Fang Lin’s appearance. Han Luoyun frowned and asked with some concern.

Fang Lin smiled, "Just a minor injury, nothing serious."

Han Luoyun nodded without further inquiry. Han Yinyue, standing by, lightly compressed her lips, her eyes fixed on Fang Lin, showing a mixture of complexity and loneliness.

Fang Lin pretended not to notice, walking side by side with Han Luoyun, with the old members of the Purple Mist Sect trailing behind.

"So many things have happened over the years," Han Luoyun said with a sigh.

Fang Lin nodded, "I’ve owed the Purple Mist Sect."

Upon hearing this, Han Luoyun shook his head with a smile, "You have already done more than enough for the Purple Mist Sect. Doesn’t everyone here feel grateful for your kindness? No need to mention it."

Fang Lin fell silent. Deep down, he felt differently because it was due to him that the Purple Mist Sect had to leave Qian Country for the desolate Extreme North Land, unable to return to their homeland.

Yet on the other hand, if not for Fang Lin, the Purple Mist Sect might have ceased to exist long ago. After all, it was merely a sect from the Lower Three Kingdoms, surviving amidst the major upheavals of the Nine Countries Seven Seas, which was quite remarkable.

"Although I don’t know what’s happening in the world outside, I imagine your burden is heavy. We can’t do much to help you, but we will do our best not to burden you further," Han Luoyun said, his tone laced with self-deprecation.

ps: Third update has been posted, continuing to write. I have finally adapted to this damned keyboard, even though it still isn’t as smooth as a laptop.

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