The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron-Chapter 817 - : Battle Against Strong Enemies Again

Chapter 817: Chapter 817: Battle Against Strong Enemies Again

Fang Lin looked at the vast herb garden before him, a great joy naturally filling his heart, and within this garden, he even found another main ingredient required for refining the Nirvana Pill—the Seven Star Begonia.

“Who would have thought that within this garden, there would actually be a Seven Star Begonia, with this, the main ingredients needed to refine the Nirvana Pill are only missing the Phoenix Spirit Jade Branch,” Fang Lin thought silently to himself.

Once all four main ingredients were collected, he could basically start refining the Nirvana Pill.

But acquiring that last Phoenix Spirit Jade Branch was no easy feat, for that medicinal ingredient was very special and hard to find. Without a Medicine-seeking Raccoon, it was probably left to chance whether or not he could obtain it.

However, Fang Lin was not in a hurry, as the Old Dried Corpse was still asleep, and even if the Nirvana Pill were refined, he would not be able to take it.

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There and then, Fang Lin plucked all the poisonous substances from within the herb garden, and then took great care to tend to it properly.

After all, the garden had not been tended to for a long time, and although the growth of the medicinal plants was exceptional, it still appeared somewhat unkempt.

After tidying up, the herb garden looked much neater, and a thoroughly satisfied Fang Lin considered this trip to be extremely worthwhile.

“In another two months, the period for the Ancient Alchemy Prohibited Area will come to an end, and it’s time for me to resolve some matters,” Fang Lin said silently to himself.

“What are you going to do?” Dugu Nian asked.

“Kill,” Fang Lin replied indifferently, his tone extremely casual.

Dugu Nian’s beautiful brows furrowed slightly, “There won’t be any danger, will there?”

Fang Lin laughed, “No worries, Old Pickle will be with me.”

As he spoke, Fang Lin pulled out the Millennium Corpse Ginseng from the Nine Palace Bag.

“Kid, didn’t I tell you not to disturb me?” the Millennium Corpse Ginseng said, extremely displeased.

Fang Lin did not speak, but simply pointed towards the herb garden not far away.

The Millennium Corpse Ginseng looked in the direction of the herb garden and immediately its eyes widened in excitement.

“Let me go; I wish to bask in the sea of Ancient medicinal herbs, let me go over there!” the Millennium Corpse Ginseng flailed about, trying to break free from Fang Lin’s grasp.

“When you’ve done the task for me, I’ll reward you with one Ancient medicinal herb,” Fang Lin said.

“You said it, don’t deceive the pure and kind-hearted me,” the Millennium Corpse Ginseng glared at Fang Lin.

Fang Lin and Dugu Nian felt a chill, for this old creature was shameless, claiming to be pure and good-hearted, which was really nauseating.

“Come on, last time that pretty boy, this time we’ll deal with him together,” Fang Lin said.

Hearing that they were going to confront the white-robed youth, the Millennium Corpse Ginseng immediately became enthusiastic. Stimulated by the lure of ancient medicinal herbs, it was extremely eager for the fight.

“Beat up the pretty boy!” the Millennium Corpse Ginseng repeatedly shouted.

“That pretty boy isn’t easy to deal with; we’ll need to use some tricks,” Fang Lin thought to himself, already having a plan in mind.

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A hurricane of sand whirled across the sky, and the white-robed youth walked amidst the swirling sands, an invisible aura emanating from him, preventing the slightest grain of sand from sticking to his body, maintaining his untarnished and snow-like appearance.

However, the expression on the white-robed youth’s face was quite gloomy, as the three Soul-loss Nails in his chest were causing him a dull pain.

“It seems that I shouldn’t engage in combat with anyone for the time being, nor can I casually use the martial arts of the Supreme Saint Hall.” The young man in white looked at the three black nails in his chest, his eyes filled with a venomous hue.

“If it weren’t for you driving three Soul-loss Nails into me, I wouldn’t have suffered this century of torment. Once I am freed from these Soul-loss Nails, I’ll make sure you pay the price,” the young man in white said, harboring deep hatred for the person who had inflicted the nails upon him.

The sandstorm grew increasingly intense, showing signs of becoming a full-blown storm. The figure of the young man in white flitted away like the wind, quickly disappearing from the spot.

“Hmm?” Soon, the young man in white sensed something unusual—it seemed someone was following him, and his Supreme Remnant Volume was also reacting.

“Is it him again?” The young man in white gritted his teeth, his Spirit Eye opening on his forehead, scanning the surroundings with a slightly grim expression.

“Hey pretty boy, we meet again?” A boisterous laugh sounded as the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng transformed into the shape of Fang Lin and charged straight at the young man in white.

“Who are you?” the young man in white frowned. He did not recognize this person, but the tone of voice was very similar to that of a middle-aged man he had fought before.

“You can’t recognize me with a new face, can you, pretty boy?” the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng laughed, and without further ado, swung a punch directly at the young man in white.

“You’re courting death!” the young man in white cursed angrily, counterattacking with a punch of his own, the two fists colliding like a pair of unyielding stones.

With a thud, the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng was forced to step back repeatedly, while the young man in white stood with a face as cold as frost, a terrifying aura emanating from within him.

“Ouch, how come you seem much stronger than before, pretty boy?” the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng, taking on the appearance and voice of Fang Lin, shook its arm and spoke lewdly.

“It’s just that you’re too weak,” said the young man in white coldly, his figure stirred, and a torrential Inner Strength surged forth.

“Watch me beat the life out of you!” the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng shouted, employing Kylin Fist—an imagery of a mighty Kylin Phantom appeared with its punch.

“Kylin martial arts?” The young man in white showed a hint of surprise, but mostly confusion. The last time they fought, the opponent clearly wasn’t this figure, their realm and martial arts completely different, yet their mannerisms and demeanor were identical.

Nevertheless, for the young man in white, defeating the person before him was all that mattered. He didn’t need to ponder the rest.

The young man in white exhibited even more astonishing strength than before, as if he hadn’t really been using his full power previously.

“Kylin martial arts may be formidable, but the person employing it is too pathetic,” the young man in white sneered. With a wave of his hand, the spectral image of an ancient tree materialized, enveloping his body and filling the space with a vast and boundless aura.

“Holy shit, you’re actually a tree spirit, pretty boy!” the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng shouted deliberately loudly.

The young man in white remained silent as the ancient tree phantom, carrying the aura of the vast ancient times, thundered towards the Kylin Phantom.

The Kylin Phantom roared but was unable to withstand the surge of power unleashed by the ancient tree phantom and kept retreating.

Seeing this, the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng panicked. Its Spirit Eye opened and a blue light swirled about, transforming into a fist print.

“Insignificant trick!” the young man in white scoffed, pointing out a finger which instantly gathered an extremely concentrated Inner Strength.

Bang!

The fist print dissolved and the residual force of the finger strike hurtled towards the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng.

Caught off guard, the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng was struck by the finger strike and sent flying with a scream, seemingly badly injured.