The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 629: Chapter 629: Deep in the Ferocious Mountain

“Do you think you got me?” Fang Lin said expressionlessly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Dream Falling Flower furrowed her brows slightly: “You’re in this state already, do you still have any tricks up your sleeve?”

As she spoke, Dream Falling Flower began to walk towards Fang Lin, a murderous intent spread across her face.

In her eyes, Fang Lin was a dead man. To avoid unnecessary complications, she no longer wished to waste time with Fang Lin, and prepared to kill him, retrieve the Sacred Medicine from his body, and take everything he had.

Watching Dream Falling Flower advancing step by step, Fang Lin’s expression turned grim, yet he made no move.

When Dream Falling Flower stood before him, her slender leg was only a few inches from Fang Lin – close enough to be touched.

“By the way, let me tell you before you die. I am not Dream Falling Flower, my real name is Mengyuan.” Mengyuan responded with a brilliant smile, appearing wholly unlike a terrifying, cold-blooded assassin.

Fang Lin also laughed: “Let me tell you something, you can’t kill me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a withered hand suddenly emerged from his Nine Palace Bag.

“What?” Mengyuan was horrified. Witnessing this strange scene, she tried to retreat, but found that her body was completely immobilized.

“What did you do?” Mengyuan cried in astonishment, her eyes filled with terror.

The withered hand slowly approached Mengyuan, Fang Lin smiled triumphantly: “Nothing much, just that you’re about to die.”

Mengyuan was hyperventilating, her face deathly pale. She realized she couldn’t move her body, and it was as if her Inner Strength had frozen solid.

As the withered hand drew nearer, desperation filled Mengyuan’s heart, and she completely crumbled.

“Don’t kill me! I’ll do anything for you! Spare me!” Mengyuan immediately begged for mercy, she didn’t want to die, as a killer herself, she had ended countless lives, yet she was scared of death.

Even the coldest of assassins, feared death after all.

Fang Lin shook his head: “I’m sorry, this thing doesn’t obey me.”

Mengyuan screamed, but the withered hand didn’t stop, it gradually moved closer, until it touched Mengyuan’s head.

At that moment, Mengyuan couldn’t even scream. Her eyes rolled back, her body spasmed, and visibly, her body began to shrivel up, as if her blood and flesh were being drained.

Fang Lin had seen such a scene before. After the Alchemy Tao conference ended, he was pursued by the Hidden Kill Hall and then met Gu Daofeng.

The Demon Saint’s dried corpse had the power to completely drain a person by touch, and that’s what had happened to Gu Daofeng then.

Now, Mengyuan became the second person to have her blood and essence drained by the dried corpse of Demon Saint.

Mengyuan, helpless, looked at Fang Lin, filled with regret. But it was too late for regrets, she would undoubtedly die.

Thud!

Mengyuan’s shriveled corpse toppled over to the ground, lifeless. Once a radiant beauty, now her end was nothing but tragic, eliciting sadness and regret in onlookers.

The withered hand returned to the Nine Palace Bag. Before Fang Lin could react, the dried corpse of the Demon Saint appeared before him.

Fang Lin immediately fell silent, his face filled with tension and fear.

The Demon Saint looked as it always did, shriveled up like a long-dead body. Its dull eyes stared at Fang Lin, its thoughts unknown.

“Senior?” Fang Lin tentatively called out.

“The Unfading Flower of Seven Spirits is inside you.” The Demon Saint spoke in a hoarse voice, harsh and ugly, as if two pieces of old tree bark were rubbing against each other.

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin immediately felt a sense of impending danger, fearing that the old man might be scheming for the Unfading Flower of Seven Spirits. If that were true, wouldn’t he be doomed?

Before Fang Lin could say anything, the Demon Saint reached out to him, just like when he killed Mengyuan.

Fang Lin was petrified and immediately shouted, “Senior, I was the one who brought you out of the Endless Dungeon. You can’t betray me like this!”

The withered hand paused, and just as Fang Lin thought his words were effective, the Demon Saint grabbed again towards him.

Fang Lin was in a state of total despair. He would rather be killed painlessly by Mengyuan than sucked dry by this old creature.

However, just as the Demon Saint’s hand was about to touch Fang Lin’s head, it stopped.

“Forget it, even this Sacred Medicine is of no use to me now.” The dried corpse said with a touch of melancholy.

He retracted his hand, glanced at Fang Lin, and then returned to the Nine Palace Bag.

Fang Lin heaved a sigh of relief, and it was only then he broke out into a cold sweat. It was indeed terrifying just now. If the old creature had truly attacked, he would undoubtedly be dead.

Thankfully, the old dried corpse did not harm him in the end, Fang Lin couldn’t help thanking his lucky stars.

With the crisis averted, Fang Lin quickly took out a Jade Slip and set up an array at the entrance of the cave, and then began to incorporate the Unfading Flower of Seven Spirits into his body.

This was a Sacred Medicine, its medicinal power unimaginable. Although Fang Lin had consumed it, he hadn’t yet incorporated it into his body. If someone killed him at that moment, they could still extract the Sacred Medicine intact from his body.

Fang Lin sat cross-legged, gradually absorbing the medicinal power of the Unfading Flower of Seven Spirits, and his wounds began to heal rapidly.

Three days later, Fang Lin had completely recovered. Even though he had been badly injured, the power of the Sacred Medicine was indeed astonishing. Even if Fang Lin had only a breath left in him, he would have been saved.

This was exactly why the Three-tailed Scorpion, on the verge of dying from old age, desired to consume the Unfading Flower of Seven Spirits. The medicinal power of the Sacred Medicine could even extend one’s lifespan, one can imagine how powerful it is.

With his injuries healed, Fang Lin was going to continue integrating the medicinal power of the Unfading Flower of Seven Spirits to achieve a breakthrough.

However, just as Fang Lin was about to start his training, the Demon Saint appeared again and, without a word, grabbed Fang Lin and disappeared from the cave.

Shortly after, the Demon Saint reappeared on top of a peak, still gripping Fang Lin.

Startled, Fang Lin thought the old creature had suddenly decided to kill him.

“Senior, where are we?” Fang Lin looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings and asked.

The Demon Saint spoke: “This is the deepest part of the Hundred Beast Mountain.”

Fang Lin was startled upon hearing this. The deepest part of the Hundred Beast Mountain? Wasn’t that said to be a deadly place where a Demon King resided?

He had been brought to this dreaded place by the Demon Saint?Nôv(el)B\\jnn

A wild wind whirled around them, carrying terrifying Demon Qi. And within the mist clouding the peak, gigantic figures appeared and disappeared intermittently.

Fang Lin’s face twitched. Such terrifying Demon Qi could only be emitted by a Demon King at the Fifth Transformations realm.

“Senior, why did you bring me here?” Fang Lin asked with a grimace.