The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Even in the Endless Dungeon, after facing countless near-death experiences, Fang Lin had never shown such shock. His hands trembled as if devoid of strength.

The painting was ancient, its canvas yellowed with age and exuding a musty aura. Yet, the figure within remained clear.

In the painting was a woman, clad in cyan robes, holding a simple oil-paper umbrella. Her back was turned, standing atop a mountain, seemingly gazing into the distance.

Though it was just an outline, Fang Lin instantly recognized her. That figure belonged to his mother.

Not his mother in this life, but his mother from when he was a Pill Sovereign in his past life–the wife of Martial Lord Fang Qingye and his mother, Bai Qingxue.

The figure of his mother was deeply imprinted in his memory, a fragment of warmth that never faded, even in his current reincarnation.

Fang Lin found it unbelievable that a painting of his mother would be in the treasury of the Purple Mist Sect.

In his past life, Bai Qingxue, Fang Lin’s mother, had been the daughter of a martial arts titan, bestowed with extraordinary talents and a dazzling beauty, earning her the title of the world’s number one beauty.

The number of suitors Bai Qingxue had could form a small nation if exaggerated.

Yet Bai Qingxue, arrogant by nature, viewed men with indifference, declaring that she would only marry a man who could defeat her.

Bai Qingxue’s father even set up a challenge, inviting young men everywhere to defeat his daughter. Whoever emerged victorious could marry Bai Qingxue.

Consequently, it stirred the whole world, attracting countless challengers.

However, the outcomes shocked everyone.

Bai Qingxue’s power was formidable, those who arrived to challenge her consisted of talented and skilled men, but none could rival her.

‘The Lady of the Bai family, Qingxue, is invincible!’

After Bai Qingxue defeated hundreds of prodigious talents who sought to challenge her, she acquired the moniker ‘Bai the Unbeatable.’

Until one frail youth ascended the stage and challenged Bai Qingxue.

At the time, no one held high hopes for the youth. Even Bai Qingxue paid him no mind.

Yet the outcome left everyone stunned.

With merely ten moves, Bai Qingxue lost to the youth – a crushing defeat.

This battle brought a new name into everyone’s attention – Fang Qingye.

Bai Qingxue lost. She lost to Fang Qingye, under the watchful eyes of the public. If she didn’t wish to become his wife, there was only one way out.

To run!!!

Indeed, Bai Qingxue fled. She wasn’t prepared to wed Fang Qingye. Her pride refused to accept defeat. Even when beaten, she yearned to reclaim her glory.

Fang Qingye wasn’t angry or annoyed. He quietly left, without even mentioning the matter of marriage. It was as though his only purpose had been to defeat Bai Qingxue.

A year later, after venturing through treacherous mountains, Bai Qingxue returned, greatly empowered. Her first action was to seek Fang Qingye, intending to redeem herself.

However, in the ensuing battle, Bai Qingxue was defeated again. This time, it took only thirteen moves for Fang Qingye to conquer her.

Again, Bai Qingxue vanished following her defeat. She found it unacceptable that she had been defeated by the same person twice. In her determination to become stronger, she decided to venture into the Demon Clan’s territory alone. After facing a series of deadly ordeals and honing her strength, she returned, battle-hardened.

On her return, Bai Qingxue was more formidable than before, outmatching any of her peers.

Yet, when she dueled with Fang Qingye again, she still lost.

Her third loss.

Even though she lasted seventeen moves, a loss was still a loss. Whether it was losing a single move or a hundred, the result was the same.

Bai Qingxue was a very prideful individual, but she had now lost thrice to the same person. It was something she refused to accept at any cost.

Therefore, Bai Qingxue ventured into the incredibly dangerous Great Wasteland Forbidden Zone, pursuing the legacy left behind by the ancient predecessors.

When Bai Qingxue made her reappearance, she had already surpassed her father.

She sought out Fang Qingye and challenged him for the fourth time.

In that battle, Bai Qingxue gave her all and so did Fang Qingye. After two days and nights of battle, Fang Qingye deliberately lost one move, allowing Bai Qingxue to emerge victorious.

However, such a victory wasn’t something that Bai Qingxue could accept. She craved an utter and genuine victory.

Bai Qingxue yearned to improve herself further, but realized that Fang Qingye’s face had already ingrained itself in her heart. Regardless of where she went or what she did, she couldn’t forget him.

When they met for the fifth time, no challenges were issued. Instead, they held hands.

Thereafter, Fang Qingye and Bai Qingxue got married, both being illustrious figures of their generation, they eventually ended up together.

Soon after, Fang Lin was born.

Now, countless years had passed since Fang Lin’s reincarnation. The world had already experienced a sea of transformations.

Fang Lin didn’t know whether his parents were alive. However, when he saw this painting, his heart started pounding rapidly.

Perhaps his parents were still alive.

However, why this painting was in the treasury of the Purple Mist Sect remained a mystery. Fang Lin calmed down, put the painting in his sack. This item, he had to take. He also needed to ask Han Luoyun about the origin of this painting.

Leaving the treasury, Fang Lin immediately spotted the grim-faced old man sitting on the ground. Seeing Fang Lin’s emergence, the old man shot to his feet.

A wry smile crossed Fang Lin’s face, “Do you still want to come at me, old man?”

The old man really wanted to rush up and give Fang Lin a good beating. However, as Fang Lin had already come out of the treasury, beating him was pointless.

“Scram… Scram far away. I don’t want to see you again,” said the old man, impatiently.

Fang Lin bowed slightly before departing hastily.

Afterwards, the old man entered the treasury. A swift glance told him that the Shenlong Cauldron was missing.

“This boy has a keen eye,” muttered the old man. But then he felt something was off.

“Sigh, old age has indeed affected my memory,” the old man shook his head, struggling to figure out what was troubling him.

Meanwhile, Fang Lin headed straight to the Purple Mist Peak after leaving the treasury. He intended to ask Han Luoyun about the origin of the painting.

As he neared the Purple Mist Great Hall, he realized something was amiss. Several people had gathered within the hall and the atmosphere seemed unusually tense.