The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Behind him, there were countless grey-clad individuals, all with twisted faces, blood flowing from their orifices, their expressions extremely horrifying.

“OMG! This could scare the crap out of me, besides these guys don’t look tasty at all.” the Corpse Ginseng patted its chest and said.

Fang Lin looked grim. These grey-clothed people were filled with deathly aura, their sheer number making them resemble an army.

“Old Pickle, I’m leaving these guys to you. They look pretty delicious.” Fang Lin, without another word, immediately tossed the Corpse Ginseng towards them.

“You damned jerk! I’m not finished with you!!!” Corpse Ginseng screamed as it got thrown into the midst of the grey-clothed people.

Fang Lin, after throwing the ginseng, started running, quickly putting quite a distance between him and the grey-clothed figures.

Dammit! I’ll fight all of you!”

“I eat! I’ll keep eating! Eat, eat, eat!”

“I eat everything! Bring it on, I can take it all!”

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The voice of the Corpse Ginseng kept echoing, causing chaos among the grey-clothed figures. Several of them were drained of their deathly aura by Corpse Ginseng, turning into ashes.

Seeing this, Fang Lin couldn’t help but smirk. It seems like Corpse Ginseng was really handy when dealing with these creatures formed entirely by deathly aura.

This was just like the law of nature where every creature has its nemesis. The Corpse Ginseng was a spirit born from the deathly aura. And these grey-clothed people, formed by deathly aura, were the perfect nourishment for him: the more he absorbed, the more it benefitted him.

“Heh, you say you don’t want it but your actions betray you,” Fang Lin smirked.

“Kid, wait till I’m full, then I’ll settle accounts with you!” the Corpse Ginseng responded grumpily, then continued its task of consuming the deathly aura.

Fang Lin watched from afar without getting involved when suddenly, a hand slapped him on the shoulder.

Fang Lin jumped in fright, leaping into the air before throwing a kick backwards at whatever was behind him.

Boom!

The next moment, Fang Lin was thrown back by a tremendous force, one of his legs feeling numb as if he just kicked a mountain.

Fang Lin looked in the direction of the force and saw a towering man, pale in face and permeated with deathly aura. However, his body was as hard as black iron, incredibly strong. Fang Lin’s kick had landed on this robust man.

The man was tall as a tower but moved with surprising agility, nothing like the grey-clothed people’s stiffness.

Boom!!!

The towering man threw a punch, full of aggression. The fist itself hadn’t reached Fang Lin yet, but the rushing wind it produced was already suppressing him.

Without any hesitation, Fang Lin also tightened his fist, using both the Power of Breaking Peak and the White Elephant Trampling Mountain Strength simultaneously.

Bang!!!

With a muffled noise, Fang Lin’s arm shook, and he stepped back. The towering man, however, only swayed and took a step back.

After this round, Fang Lin had a better sense of the man’s power. He had used both the Power of Breaking Peak and the White Elephant Trampling Mountain Strength, and even at his peak, he was barely able to stay even.

However, Fang Lin did notice that although the man’s strength and physical constitution were impressive, he didn’t have Inner Strength. He was using pure physical power.

Given this, Fang Lin was assured. Without Inner Strength, relying purely on physical power to defeat him was unrealistic.

At this moment, Fang Lin threw a punch, and a surge of formidable Inner Strength was released.

The towering man’s face remained expressionless, seemingly following some command, and punched back.

The two exchanged blows continuously. In a short span, they had each landed dozens of punches. Thanks to his Inner Strength, Fang Lin gradually gained the upper hand, but only just. This towering man’s physical prowess was too robust. It was like a human-shaped Demon Beast. Even with Fang Lin’s body tempered by the Hundred Flowers Spring and integrated with a drop of Immortal Blood, he was still inferior.

“Hmm?” Suddenly, Fang Lin noticed a faint trace of deathly aura on his fists.

Although it wasn’t a big deal, Fang Lin felt a sense of unease. If he continued to fight this towering man, he might suffer a great loss.

The deathly aura was an extremely dangerous atmosphere. If flesh and blood touched it, it would gradually be consumed by the deathly aura, devouring vitality.

The seriously affected ones could even suffer a loss of years to their life.

Fang Lin did not want to be touched by the deathly aura, he immediately released the Soul Commanding Pill Flame, burning away the deathly aura on his fist.

Seeing the Soul Commanding Pill Flame on Fang Lin’s fist, the towering man immediately retreated several steps, appearing extremely agitated.

Fang Lin grinned. He had been wanting to use the Soul Commanding Pill Flame for a while, he was simply testing out to what extent he could fight this guy.

Then, Fang Lin shrouded his fists in fire and rushed at the towering man.

The towering man screamed in horror, retreating continuously, emitting a sharp noise. Fang Lin didn’t let up, his flame-covered fists relentlessly striking the man’s body.

The naked eye could see that with every punch Fang Lin landed, a large amount of deathly aura would emanate from the towering man’s body. And whenever the aura touched the fire, it would instantly disappear.

Fire was one of the nemeses of deathly aura, and the Soul Commanding Pill Flame restrained the deathly aura even more.

With the Soul Commanding Pill Flame by his side, Fang Lin was brave enough to venture into Ghost Mountain, filled with deathly aura. Otherwise, he would need more preparation to deal with the pervasive deathly aura in the mountains.

The towering man was continuously weakening, not able to stand a chance against Fang Lin at this moment, primarily because Fang Lin’s Soul Commanding Pill Flame was too hot, causing the man’s deathly aura to keep dispersing.

The deathly aura was the source of the towering man’s strength and also what his body was composed of. Without the deathly aura, he would gradually disappear.

Soon, under the burn of the Soul Commanding Pill Flame, the towering man turned into a pile of dry bones. Fang Lin noticed that the man’s bone was black from head to toe.

“That’s a Physical Martial Artist for you. It seems he had refined his bones to a certain level.” Fang Lin admired him silently and also felt a sense of pity for such a figure who had fallen here.

Not far away, the Corpse Ginseng was still entangled with the grey-clothed people. The Corpse Ginseng was incredibly robust and could take a beating. Even though it was being attacked by numerous grey-clothed people, it was merely groaning in response and wasn’t getting hurt.

Meanwhile, it kept absorbing the deathly aura, grey-clothed people were disappearing continuously under its voracious absorption.

“You shouldn’t have come here.” A vaguely discernible voice sounded, as if from the sky and also like it was right next to the ear.