The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron Chapter 33 – Chapter 33: Chapter 33: A Pill Refining Competition?

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: A Pill Refining Competition?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Fang Lin! Stop it now!” Lu Jiuhe yelled out.

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin, reluctantly, had to stop his attack, landing a couple more punches on Kang Lu before he did.

Lu Jiuhe's mouth twitched in irritation. He had already asked Fang Lin to stop, and yet Fang Lin landed two more punches on Kang Lu. Was this not going overboard?

By now, Kang Lu was sprawled on the ground, unable to get up. His entire body was bruised from Fang Lin's assault, his swollen face bearing the most obvious marks. One eye was red and the other was purple. Even those who knew Kang Lu well might not be able to recognize him at a glance.

However, Kang Lu hadn't lost consciousness. His swollen eyes were glaring at Fang Lin with pure resentfulness.

Inside, Kang Lu was devastated. The fact that he could lose to Fang Lin, who had just joined the sect a year ago, was hard to swallow.

Kang Lu was also startled. From their spar, he had figured out that Fang Lin was also a Human Origin Stage 5, which was shocking since Fang Lin had only been a Human Origin Stage 2 a year ago, far inferior to him.

Now, Fang Lin's cultivation level was on par with his. This was utterly unbelievable to Kang Lu.

Lu Jiuhe quickly went over to check on Kang Lu. Upon seeing Kang Lu in such a miserable state, he stared angrily at Fang Lin.

“Fang Lin, martial arts duels should stop at spending enough strength. Look at what you've done!” Lu Jiuhe chastised angrily.

Fang Lin shrugged and said, “Brother Lu, you saw it too. Brother Kang's strength was too formidable. I had no choice but to fight back fully. If I had held back, I'd be the one Ivinq on the qround right now.”

“You've gone too far! Harming a fellow disciple is a serious offense. Do you realize your crime?” Lu Jiuhe disregarded Fang Lin's words, insisting on accusing Fang Lin of harming a fellow disciple.

Fang Lin answered innocently, “Your words are totally misplaced, Brother Lu.

You might see me standing here now, but I've also got hurt, okay? Moreover, I've suffered internal injuries that are invisible. Maybe a few days from now, I'll be bedridden with a severe injury and spitting out blood. By that time, wouldn't Brother Kang have also committed the serious offense of harming a fellow disciple?”

Upon hearing Fang Lin's utterly shameless words, Kang Lu nearly lost it. He hadn't laid a finger on Fang Lin and yet Fang Lin was claiming to have suffered internal injuries!

Lu Jiuhe's face turned even grimmer. “You are completely outrageous!” he exclaimed.

Ignoring Lu Jiuhe's side of the story, Fang Lin asked, “Brother Lu, let me ask you one thing. If I'm the one who got injured by Brother Kang, would you be as anxious and furious as you are now?”

These words silenced all present. Lu Jiuhe wanted to say he would also get angry, but he found himself unable to utter those words.

Fang Lin snorted, uninterested in maintaining a pretense. He said, “That's all I have to say. Brother Lu, you'd better hold back a bit. When the news gets out,

I'm not necessarily the one who will end up worse off.”

Lu Jiuhe's eyes narrowed. “Are you threatening me?” he asked.

Fang Lin shook his head and smiled. “Why would I dare to threaten Brother Lu?

After all, he has Qiufan backing him up, and I can't afford to provoke him. Nevertheless, I'm capable enough to teach Kang Lu a lesson.”

Lu Jiuhe scoffed and said, “Since you are aware of Qiufan's backing, you dare to assault Kang Lu? You have quite the guts.”

Fang Lin gave a light laugh and said, “What do I have to fear? I don't have status or power. If you guys want to target me, go ahead. But I can't just stand by and let you bully me, right? I can't fight you guys, so I can only vent my anger on Kang Lu. Whatever measures you're planning to take against me afterward, you guys can do as you please.”

The crowd fell silent. But upon further thought, Fang Lin did have a point.

Fang Lin is indeed isolated and without allies. He holds no particular high-ranking position and doesn't have any connections. He is clearly in an excessively disadvantaged position.

Since he's already in such a weak position, he's not afraid of the repercussions. You want to bully me? Well, I won't let you do so freely.

Even a clay figurine has a temper, let alone a genius in the path of Alchemy. You want to bully me; of course, I will hit you back.

If I can't beat the stronger ones, I'll beat the weaker ones.

As for the consequences, who cares about the consequences! I'll deal with them later, burdened or not.

Facing an unyielding Fang Lin, Lu Jiuhe felt a sense of powerlessness.

“Fang Lin, you've done very well. But you must be aware of the severe consequences of your actions,” Lu Jiuhe could only offer this warning.

Fang Lin just shrugged and said, “If Brother Lu wants to deal with me, feel free to do so. But before that, shouldn't you hand over the hundred-year Ganoderma to me?”

At this statement, Lu Jiuhe almost cursed out loud. How dare Fang Lin still ask for the Hundred-year Ganoderma under these circumstances?

Yes, Fang Lin's mind was set on the Hundred-year Ganoderma. Everything else was unimportant to him.

“Fang Lin, you've really outdone yourself in terms of thick-facedness. Do you really think I would give the Hundred-year Ganoderma to you? You're delusional!” Lu Jiuhe couldn't help laughing angrily at Fang Lin.

Fang Lin chuckled, “So, Brother Lu, are you backing out on your word now?

You clearly said earlier that whoever wins the duel gets the Hundred-year

Ganoderma. Don't tell me you've forgotten what you said just now?”

Lu Jiuhe clenched his fists tightly, saying venomously, “The Hundred-year Ganoderma will never fall into your hands, no matter what! Get lost!”

That didn't, however, wipe the smile off Fang Lin's face. Instead, he asked casually, “How about this, Brother Lu? Are you ready to bet with me?”

Lu Jiuhe sneered, “And how do you propose we do this? What trick are you planning to pull?”

“It's no trick,” replied Fang Lin with a smile. “I just want to have a little martial arts duel with Brother Lu. If I win, I get the Hundred-year Ganoderma. If I lose, I'll apologize to Brother Kang.”

A look of disdain spread across Lu Jiuhe's face. In his eyes, Fang Lin was simply delusional. For a Hundred-year Ganoderma, he was being utterly reckless.

Lu Jiuhe was at the Human Origin Stage 7, two whole stages above Fang Lin. This difference gave him the absolute confidence that he could crush Fang Lin with ease.

“Since you are so reckless, I will obviously have to indulge you!” Lu Jiuhe sneered.

But then, Fang Lin added, “However, I'm not challenging Brother Lu to a demonstrative martial arts duel. We will compete in the path of Pill Refining.” Lu Jiuhe was caught off guard by this proposition, and so were the others.

Pill Refining?

Fang Lin wasn't silly enough to engage in a martial arts duel with Lu Jiuhe. The difference in cultivation level couldn't be overcome by just experience. If they were to genuinely fight, Fang Lin wouldn't stand a chance even in three rounds against him.

Thus, Fang Lin could only challenge Lu Jiuhe to a pill refining competition. In that domain, Fang Lin was supremely confident. A hundred Lu Jiuhe's couldn't match even half of him.

Lu Jiuhe never expected Fang Lin to challenge him to Pill Refining. However, after a brief moment of surprise, he thought that there wasn't really much to worry about. He was a superior level disciple who once nearly qualified as a One Cauldron Pill Refiner. Although that attempt had failed, he wasn't far from becoming a One Cauldron Pill Refiner. Given another year or two, he was sure to achieve that position.

As for Fang Lin? He was nothing more than a low class disciple who had only joined the sect a year ago. Even if he did have some talent, he was still no match for him..

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