The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

The night sky was fading, and a beam of light appeared in the distant east. A new day had begun.

Outside the Imperial Beast Garden, Leader Mo’s face showed signs of exhaustion. The long night had finally come to an end.

For Leader Mo, this night was undoubtedly unbearable, spent almost entirely in anxiety and worry.

It had only been one night, but Leader Mo, who was in his prime, seemed to have aged several years.

“Leader, should we go in and check?” A guard asked cautiously.

Leader Mo pinched his brow, sighed, and waved his hand, quickly restoring all the arrays of the Imperial Beast Garden to their original state.

“Those two should be no more than bones by now,” Leader Mo muttered to himself.

The Steel-backed Bear is known for its savagery and its preference for eating living humans. In Leader Mo’s mind, barring any surprise, those two should have been devoured by the Steel-backed Bear.

However, the Steel-backed Bear must still be rampaging around the Imperial Beast Garden. It needs to be trapped back in its cage, Leader Mo thought. He was about to enter the Imperial Beast Garden with his men when he noticed two figures walking slowly out of the Garden.

When their faces were revealed under the sunlight, Leader Mo, as if he had seen a ghost, let out a horrified scream.

“Impossible! How can you still be alive?” Leader Mo retreated several steps, his face full of shock and disbelief.

Fang Lin! Yang Pojun!

Yes, the two who walked out of the Imperial Beast Garden were indeed Fang Lin and Yang Pojun. Not only did they walk out, but they appeared unscathed.

“Leader Mo, seeing us come out alive seems to surprise you a lot, huh?” Fang Lin sneered.

Yang Pojun let out a sudden roar, rushed over with his golden long spear, all his fury led towards Leader Mo.

“Quick! Everyone, attack! Kill these two!” Leader Mo suddenly let out a hoarse shout, his whole demeanor crazed.

Could he not be driven mad? Fang Lin and Yang Pojun, who were presumed to be doomed, had come out safely. Hadn’t his and Yang Wanshan’s plan completely failed?

The result of a plan failing is only one thing: the annihilation of an entire clan! Not a single survivor!

Leader Mo knew very well, the moment the two were dead, it would be case closed, assuming their plan would still succeed.

Therefore, Leader Mo had to kill Fang Lin and Yang Pojun here and now!

“I’d like to see who dares?” Yang Pojun roared, his gaze sweeping over the guards, his body brimming with fighting spirit.

Sure enough, for a moment, the guards dared not raise a hand. After all, Yang Pojun was a prince, and they were nothing but little henchmen, even with Leader Mo’s command, they wouldn’t dare directly confront Yang Pojun.

“Get them! If they don’t die, we all will! And your families won’t escape either!” Leader Mo roared, drawing his longsword and charging towards Yang Pojun.

The guards around gritted their teeth and drew their weapons, charging as well.

Fang Lin and Yang Pojun were both taken aback. The guards were nothing, but Leader Mo was very strong, a master of Heavenly Origin. If he was bent on killing them, he could easily do it.

“Bastards!” Just then, a furious shout echoed from afar. A giant golden hand appeared, hurtling towards them.

“Father!” Yang Pojun exclaimed, his face filled with joy. He could tell it was the technique of the Emperor of Daqian, Yang Jianye.

Seeing the golden palm print, a bitter smile appeared on Leader Mo’s face. He knew there was no chance for him.

Boom!!!

The golden palm print fell, precisely hitting Leader Mo.

The next moment, Leader Mo, who was a master of Heavenly Origin, was reduced to a pile of meat, completely crushed by the giant golden hand.

Leader Mo’s guards trembled like sieves. In the blink of an eye, Leader Mo was wiped out, leaving these minor henchmen terrified.

Yang Jianye had arrived, and not just him, Han Luoyun was with him, along with a group of royal experts.

Upon his arrival, Yang Jianye first checked on Fang Lin and Yang Pojun. Seeing they were unharmed, he visibly relaxed.

Seeing Fang Lin still alive, the concern in Han Luoyun’s brows faded. However, anyone could see the displeasure in his heart.

“It’s good that you two are alright,” said Yang Jianye, his voice carrying concern.

Yang Pojun immediately knelt down, “Father, Fang Lin and I were set up by Yang Wanshan and trapped in the Imperial Beast Garden. We were nearly killed. Please deliver us justice!”

Fang Lin didn’t say anything and stood coldly to the side.

Hearing this, Yang Jianye helped Yang Pojun up, but before he could say anything, Han Luoyun spoke, “Your Majesty, this matter needs to be explained to the Purple Mist Sect.”

Despite his calm tone, as if talking about an insignificant matter, Yang Jianye, who had a deep friendship with Han Luoyun, knew that the calmer Han Luoyun was, the angrier he must be.

The royal experts behind Yang Jianye all changed their expressions. This was no longer just a struggle between princes. It now involved Fang Lin, which meant they had offended the Purple Mist Sect.

Although the royalty were on good terms with the Purple Mist Sect, and Yang Jianye’s personal ties with Han Luoyun were particularly strong, when it comes to such matters, even strong relationships won’t prevent faces from turning against each other.

If a commoner had been hurt, that would be one thing. But this man was Fang Lin, a True Disciple of Purple Mist, and moreover a direct disciple of Han Luoyun.

If Fang Lin had died in the Imperial Beast Garden, no one could imagine the consequences of Han Luoyun’s wrath. The worst outcome would be the collapse of the Qian Dynasty.

The reason was simple, it was the royalty who had made the mistake. If Fang Lin had indeed died, Han Luoyun couldn’t ignore it and would be furious. At that time, the royal family would have to face not only Han Luoyun’s anger but also the formidable Purple Mist Sect.

The royal family had already made enemies out of the Li family. If they quarreled with the Purple Mist Sect, the Yang family’s domination would be at stake.

The Li family and the Purple Mist Sect also had conflicts, but comparatively, the conflicts between the Li family and the Yang family were deeper. If the Purple Mist Sect allied with the Li family, the Yang family would be overthrown.

And even without allying with the Li family, offending the Purple Mist Sect alone would surely give the royal family a headache.

The Yang family had only held power for a few hundred years, while the Purple Mist Sect had been around for a thousand. When it came to heritage, neither Yang family nor Li family could compare to the Purple Mist Sect.

At this point, Han Luoyun’s attitude was very simple, the Yang family had to give him a satisfactory explanation, otherwise, no matter how deep their previous friendship, they would become enemies from now on.

“Sect Master Han, rest assured, I will give you an answer,” Yang Jianye vowed, his eyes fierce.