The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron Chapter 933

Chapter 933: Chapter 933: Intention Chapter 933: Chapter 933: Intention Having been chased for some time, the Silver Fox was relentlessly pursued by the blood-colored longsword.

At last, the Silver Fox was finally overtaken by the blood-colored longsword!

The longsword burst forth with astonishing Sword Qi, decapitating the Silver Fox, who bore a face of unwillingness, resentment, and even more so anger.

Even though it was just an avatar, the creation of this avatar had also consumed a large amount of the original body's strength; having it beheaded like this, the Silver Fox was naturally filled with reluctance.

After beheading the Silver Fox, the blood-colored longsword did not waste any time, plunging directly into the corpse of the Silver Fox, absorbing all its blood essence completely clean.

In the end, all that was left of the Silver Fox was a shriveled corpse, devoid of life, dead beyond any doubt.

After absorbing everything, the blood-colored longsword then changed its direction, returning to search for Fang Lin.

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“Hmm?” Fang Lin, who was sitting cross-legged in the Supreme Saint Hall, felt the aura of the blood-colored longsword and immediately retrieved it.

Seeing the longsword return, Fang Lin was overjoyed, relieved it had not been lost; otherwise, Fang Lin would've been inconsolable.

The blood-colored longsword emitted a buzzing sound, as if it were seeking credit for its actions.

“You killed that Silver Fox?” Fang Lin asked in surprise, noting the longsword's reaction.

The blood-colored longsword buzzed in response, then proudly returned to the inside of the Nine Palace Bag.

Fang Lin's face still showed shock. Although it was just a guess, judging by the blood-colored longsword's behavior, it was very likely that it truly had killed that Silver Fox.

However, this added some worries to Fang Lin, for the Silver Fox was no easy target. To have slain one of its avatars would probably draw the attention of the Silver Fox's original body upon him.

He was already a target of the Hidden Kill Hall, and having one more unfathomable Silver Fox to worry about was truly troublesome.

But since the deed was already done, Fang Lin was not going to dwell on it too much; after all, one should block soldiers with generals and stem water with earth–what was destined to come would eventually arrive.

The events that occurred here were mainly concluded, not resulting in the finding of a Phoenix Spirit Jade Branch but the birth of a flesh aberration that almost wreaked havoc everywhere.

Those who entered this place in search of the Phoenix Spirit Jade Branch suffered heavy casualties, with nearly nine out of ten not surviving; yet, in the end, there were still a few who managed to stay alive.

The powers from the Upper Three Countries would soon learn of what happened here and were bound to be furious.

After all, with so many deaths and nothing to show for it, after such a long ordeal resulting in this outcome, no power would be able to swallow this setback.

The existence of the Silver Fox would likely draw the attention of many important figures as well; after all, such a cunning and powerful Demon Beast appearing in the territories of the Lower Three Kingdoms was an extremely unusual event.

In this incident, Fang Lin had some gains aside from half the body of the flesh aberration; he also captured Gu Hanshan and that woman in the black dress.

Of course, his injuries were not light either. Whether facing the flesh aberration or the Silver Fox, both situations were extremely dangerous.

Had it not been for the numerous treasures in Fang Lin's hands, he might not have been able to handle such scenes.

For seven straight days, Fang Lin remained in the Supreme Saint Hall, healing.

While healing, Fang Lin was also reflecting.

Although Fang Lin's current strength was not weak, capable of sweeping across Martial Artists at the Spirit Vein stage, he still found it difficult to contend with Martial Artists at the Spirit Bone stage.

Even though this was due to a great disparity in realms, Fang Lin still felt his own insignificance.

In the Earth Element realm, in the Heavenly Origin realm, Fang Lin had always felt weak. Even now, having stepped into the Spirit Vein, that feeling of weakness persisted, albeit somewhat diminished compared to before.

But here, having encountered two inheritors of the Supreme Shrine consecutively, and having witnessed many Spirit Bone warriors, Fang Lin still felt that he was too weak.

Without relying on the power of treasures, he stood no chance against Spirit Bone opponents.

Plainly put, it was Fang Lin's own realm that limited his strength.

Fang Lin's physical body, having undergone several transformations, had reached the pinnacle of the Spirit Vein, but it was not possible for him to be stronger than a Spirit Bone martial artist.

Because a Spirit Bone martial artist represents a qualitative leap in physical strength; even if Fang Lin's body was stronger, he would still be stopped at a certain threshold.

Although Fang Lin's martial arts realm could indeed advance to the second or third level of Spirit Vein with the help of pills, it wasn't very meaningful.

The gap with Spirit Bone warriors still existed.

For Fang Lin, the most effective and direct improvement would perhaps still be in his physical body.

Only when his body reached and even surpassed that of Spirit Bone martial artists could Fang Lin face them head-on, rather than relying on the power of treasures as he does now.

Improving his physique was no easy task, and although Fang Lin had many methods at his disposal, most of them were difficult to carry out.

Suddenly, Fang Lin thought of a place–the Dragon Blood Pool.

Once, after the conclusion of the tournament in the Lower Three Kingdoms, Fang Lin, Yang Xuanfeng, and Han Xiaoxing went to the Dragon Blood Pool to undergo the Dragon Blood Tempering, which turned out to be very effective, granting all three of them a certain level of enhancement.

Of course, Fang Lin wasn't thinking of using the Dragon Blood Pool to temper his body again. That place had been utilized once and that was basically enough. Moreover, with Fang Lin's current physical state, the Dragon Blood Pool was no longer sufficient for his advancement.

What Fang Lin thought of was that outside the Dragon Blood Pool, there was a True Dragon statue, which contained a piece of dragon scale within it.

Although it wasn't known whether it was authentic, Han Luoyun had mentioned that a dragon scale did indeed exist within that statue, but it was exceedingly difficult to extract.

Fang Lin exactly had his sights set on that dragon scale.

If it were truly a scale from a True Dragon, then it would be as precious as a celestial and terrestrial treasure. Refining and using it to temper his body would have a tremendous effect.

Of course, that was under the premise that the dragon scale is as Han Luoyun claimed, genuinely belonging to a True Dragon. If not, then its value would be significantly discounted.

“I must make a trip to the Dragon Blood Pool,” Fang Lin made a decision, planning to return to the Purple Mist Sect first, and then set off for the Dragon Blood Pool to find a way to extract the dragon scale there and use it for body tempering.

Once his injuries had healed, Fang Lin left the Supreme Shrine and went straight back to the Purple Mist Sect in Qian Country.

Fang Lin's return eased the concerns of those who had been worrying about him. Han Luoyun had even personally gone to the mountains and rivers to investigate, and seeing the widespread devastation, he was very worried about Fang Lin.

Back at the Purple Mist Sect, Fang Lin checked on Han Yinyue's condition, which was better than he had imagined; she had fully recovered and her constitution was far superior to that of ordinary people.

Afterward, Fang Lin went to see Qing Jianzi in his healing chamber.

Qing Jianzi had also awakened and was recovering well. However, because his meridians were damaged, his martial arts cultivation was considered gone.

Even with all the methods at Fang Lin's disposal, there was no way to reverse the situation.

If it had been within two days of Qing Jianzi's initial injury, Fang Lin would have had a way to preserve Qing Jianzi's cultivation, but with the time that had passed, there was nothing that could be done.

“You're back,” Qing Jianzi looked at Fang Lin, his complexion pale, yet still managing to show a smile.

Chapter end

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