The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Just as Han Xiaoxing was about to speak, Fang Lin interjected, “Miss Han, I have something I wish to discuss with you.”

With a furrowed brow, Han Xiaoxing snapped harshly, “Speak.”

Already used to her indifferent attitude, Fang Lin lowered his voice and said, “I would appreciate it if we could speak privately, and it would be best if Brother Qing Jianzi could join us.”

Hearing this, Qing Jianzi had an idea of what Fang Lin wanted to discuss. He turned to Han Xiaoxing and said, “Han, let’s hear what Fang Lin has to say.”

Qing Jianzi’s words carried more weight than Fang Lin’s, so Han Xiaoxing gave a slight nod, and the three of them walked to a more secluded area.

Dugu Nian, unaware of her rudeness, had intended to follow but was abruptly dismissed by Han Xiaoxing.

Seeing the trio walking away, Huang Yongtian paid no mind, his only concern was to ensure Fang Lin’s safety back to the Purple Mist Sect. He wanted no part in any other matters.

Wang Tianmu, on the other hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had been concerned that Han Xiaoxing would cause public trouble for him. Fortunately, Fang Lin intervened in time and the worst of his fears did not come to pass.

At that moment, Wang Tianmu was actually somewhat grateful to Fang Lin.

The trio’s conversation lasted for a while before they returned, though, Han Xiaoxing’s expression remained gloomy throughout.

Yet, Han Xiaoxing said nothing more. Seeing this, Fang Lin cast a smug look at Wang Tianmu.

Wang Tianmu returned a look of gratitude. It was as if their roles were completely reversed, Fang Lin the elder and Wang Tianmu the disciple.

Dugu Nian was curious as to what they discussed but she feared Han Xiaoxing most of all. Her previous beating at the Pill Sect by Han Xiaoxing still horrified her, she dared not attract Han Xiaoxing’s attention.

By this time, daylight fully revealed itself, bringing an end to the bloody and dangerous night.

The group continued their journey.

The way forward was incredibly peaceful, with nothing out of the ordinary occurring and no one attempted to hinder or ambush them.

Upon reaching the domain of the Purple Mist Sect, Huang Yongtian parted with Fang Lin to return to his duties.

Fang Lin naturally expressed his gratitude to Huang Yongtian and presented him with some gifts.

Huang Yongtian accepted these without hesitation. Who wouldn’t accept free gifts? Refusal would be foolish. After all, he did safeguard Fang Lin’s safe return to the Purple Mist Sect. Accepting a few gifts was nothing.

And Fang Lin was by no means foolish. How could he give his own belongings away? Wang Tianmu did give him four Nine Palace Bags, filled with numerous valuable items. It was only fitting to give some to Huang Yongtian as a token of his gratitude.

Watching Fang Lin present the gifts, Wang Tianmu was faced with a mixture of emotions, a subtle perplexity looming over his face.

After Huang Yongtian departed, Fang Lin and company continued their journey. Now that they were in the territory of the Purple Mist Sect, the Li Family members who hadn’t arrived to assassinate them, were highly unlikely to try now.

Considering this and wishing to avoid any risks, Wang Tianmu chose to return to the Purple Mist Sect ahead of Fang Lin and the others.

He had snuck out on his trip to the Martial Sect and if he were to return with Fang Lin, it might arouse suspicion.

Fang Lin was not worried about Wang Tianmu plotting anything. After all, Fang Lin held leverage over Wang. If Wang Tianmu tried anything, Han Xiaoxing would be the first to stop him before Fang Lin could even say a word.

Upon arriving at the gate of the Pill Sect, they saw someone standing at the foot of the mountain from afar.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Han Yinyue.

Faced with a personal welcome by Han Yinyue, they couldn’t possibly disrespect her. The trio quickly approached and greeted Han Yinyue respectfully.

With a smile on her face, Han Yinyue’s hospitality made everyone feel utterly welcomed. Her first impression was one of kindness and purity.

“You’re back.” These simple words of greeting filled their hearts with warmth.

“Thank you for coming to greet us personally, Miss Han, and thank you for your help,” Fang Lin said in a respectful tone.

On their journey back, Fang Lin had learnt of why Han Xiaoxing and Qing Jianzi had come to his aid. They were under Han Yinyue’s instructions.

All of Wang Tianmu’s secretive actions during his departure from the Martial Sect had been known to Han Yinyue.

If not for Han Yinyue sending Han Xiaoxing and Qing Jianzi to help Fang Lin, he probably wouldn’t have been able to return so easily to the Purple Mist Sect, or return at all for that matter.

Although Fang Lin was aware that Han Yinyue’s help was aimed at his future support for her and Han Xiaoxing, he was still deeply grateful towards her.

“No need for formalities. If you want to thank someone, thank Xiaoxing and Qing Jianzi. They are the ones who made the trip, not me,” said Han Yinyue kindly.

Fang Lin took these words with a grain of salt, knowing that she controlled every move within the Purple Mist Sect.

Han Yinyue and the others briefly chatted and paused near the entrance of the

Pill Sect mountain. Han Xiaoxing followed Han Yinyue away, Qing Jianzi

returned to the Martial Sect, and Fang Lin and Dugu Nian entered the Pill Sect together.

Han Xiaoxing and Qing Jianzi had fully briefed Han Yinyue about their excursion with Fang Lin, leaving no detail untold.

Upon hearing that Fang Lin had not only incurred Wang Tianmu’s favor, but refrained from blaming him, Han Yinyue’s face bore astonishment and helplessness.

“This Fang Lin is truly something. He accepted Wang Tianmu’s offerings as if it were the most natural thing. It seems like he’s used to these situations,” said Qing Jianzi with a bitter smile.

Han Xiaoxing grunted in agreement, “He and Wang Tianmu are cut from the same cloth. ”

Looking at her sister with slight helplessness, Han Yinyue was unsure why Han Xiaoxing was so repelled by Fang Lin.

However, Han Xiaoxing’s assessment was indeed accurate. On some level, Fang Lin and Wang Tianmu were very much alike.

“Qing Jianzi, in six months, the Endless Dungeon will open. You need to be prepared. This time around, not only our Purple Mist Sect, but the Li Family, Daqian Royal Family, and other smaller factions from Qian Country will be involved,” Han Yinyue said, her demeanor suddenly turning serious.

Upon hearing this, Qing Jianzi nodded in understanding.

“Let’s put the matter of Fang Lin aside for now. Keep a close eye on the operations in the Martial Sect. Wang Tianmu may not dare to do anything reckless, but it doesn’t mean others won’t,” Han Yinyue added.

Qing Jianzi agreed and took his leave.

Looking at her sister, Han Yinyue asked, “Did you kill Li Songwen from the Li Family?”

Han Xiaoxing confirmed with a simple grunt. Straightforward and clear-cut.

No words of blame escaped Han Yinyue’s lips, she simply stated calmly, “It’s done, and you did the right thing, Xiaoxing.”

Meanwhile, Fang Lin and Dugu Nian returned to their residence and promptly closed the yard’s gate, effectively refusing visitors.

As it turned out, their decision to seclude themselves was a wise one. They had barely returned when a wave of people arrived at their door, hoping to pay a visit to Fang Lin..