The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron Chapter 62 – Chapter 62: Chapter 62: The Misery of Wang Zhen

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: The Misery of Wang Zhen

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“Fang Lin, if you don't explain this matter, don't blame us for falling out!” One of the disciples among the top three shouted, his voice seething with anger.

No one managed to keep calm, and several impetuous Martial Sect disciples were on the verge of rushing forward to grab Fang Lin and give him a beating.

Fang Lin quickly raised his hands and pleaded with a mournful expression: “Gentlemen, it is not that I am mocking you, but the Bone Tempering Pill was forcibly taken away by someone five days ago.”

“What?”

“That's outrageous!”

“That bastard is pissing me off!”

Upon hearing that the Bone Tempering Pill had been forcibly taken away, the Martial Sect disciples were instantly enraged and shifted their anger intended for Fang Lin onto the man Fang Lin mentioned.

“Fang Lin, who exactly took your Bone Tempering Pill?” another top disciple asked coldly.

Fang Lin hesitated for a moment before finally admitting through gritted teeth: “It was Wang Zhen, a disciple of the Martial Sect.”

Upon hearing the name Wang Zhen, the surrounding Martial Sect disciples immediately showed expressions of disgust and anger.

“So it's him!” The three top-rated disciples glanced at each other, understanding mirrored in their eyes.

“Damn Wang Zhen!” “He dares to steal our Bone Tempering Pill! It's as if he has a death wish!”

“This shameless bastard!”

“We have to return to the Martial Sect! Beat this son of a bitch to death!”

Wang Zhen had a notoriously bad reputation within the Martial Sect, with almost everyone holding a grudge against him.

Upon realizing that it was Wang Zhen who had taken their Bone Tempering Pill, the crowd of Martial Sect disciples here were understandably livid.

As Fang Lin lamented out loud, he was secretly overjoyed.

“Wang Zhen, mole and Wang Zhen, the Bone Tempering Pill of mine isn't something you can take so lightly. I wonder what these furious Martial Sect disciples will do. I won't be able to control them,” Fang Lin muttered to himself.

Everyone was cursing and shouting as if they were going to tear off Fang Lin's roof.

One of the top disciples looked around the crowd and declared, “Since Wang

Zhen is the one who stole our Bone Tempering Pill, we can't let this matter go.”

“Right! We can't let it go like this!” “Beat Wang Zhen up and take back our Bone Tempering Pill!”

“Beat him until his teeth are scattered!”

The Martial Sect disciples, who were predominantly fiery young men, usually settled any conflicts with their fists. The actions of Wang Zhen had monumentally provoked them.

“Fang Lin, this is not your fault. Wang Zhen is indeed a rotten person. We will resolve this. It has nothing to do with you anymore.” The top-ranking disciple turned to Fang Lin and said.

“Then, I'll have to count on all of you,” Fang Lin immediately replied, cupping his hands in a salute.

Right then, the Martial Sect disciples, who were making a racket, left Fang Lin's courtyard, each shouting out threatening cries as they rushed back to the Martial Sect.

Fang Lin tidied up his courtyard and began waiting for the good news to come from the Martial Sect.

That evening, news from the Martial Sect reached Fang Lin and he laughed so hard he almost sprained his nose.

Indeed, in the afternoon, a group of Martial Sect disciples had surrounded Wang Zhen's residence. As soon as Wang Zhen came out, the disciples rushed forward, pinned him down, and gave him a beating.

Among them, there were several top-ranking disciples. All of them attacked mercilessly, beating Wang Zhen to the point where he was howling in pain, unable to fight back.

Eventually, the Martial Sect disciples stripped Wang Zhen stark naked and scattered, leaving a beaten, naked Wang Zhen to shiver in the frosty wind.

If it had been anyone else receiving this kind of group assault, some would have stepped in to stop it. However, since the victim was Wang Zhen, no one interfered. Instead, a few Martial Sect disciples who were initially watching the scene jumped in to take a few kicks at Wang Zhen.

No one felt sympathy for Wang Zhen. The onlookers felt only satisfaction and relief.

After the beating, Wang Zhen lay on the ground for quite a while unable to get up. Eventually, his uncle, a senior elder of the Martial Sect, came to his rescue.

Wang Zhen's uncle was furious and vowed to identify the assailants. However, after intensive investigation, he couldn't find anything.

As the saying goes, the law doesn't punish the masses: there were too many people involved in beating Wang Zhen. There were several top disciples involved, and groups of middle and lower-level disciples.

Although Wang Zhen's uncle was outraged, he had no choice but to drop the matter. If he continued, the situation would have worsened providing no benefit to him.

Wang Zhen was beaten up for nothing.

Of course, the eight Bone Tempering Pills that Wang Zhen got from Fang Lin were smoothly taken away by the Martial Sect disciples.

It took Wang Zhen three days to regain consciousness. When he found out that all of his Bone Tempering Pills were gone, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted again.

When the news of Wang Zhen reached the Pill Sect, many of the Pill Sect disciples were elated and cheered.

Only Xu Shangao, apart from being delighted, was secretly surprised, knowing that Wang Zhen's severe beating probably had something to do with Fang Lin.

Inside the main hall of the Pill Sect, a young man, pale and filled with anger and resentment, stood.

“That Shaking Three Mountains technique is a hoax. If I continued practicing it, my meridians would have ruptured,” the young man said coldly. Grand Elder Gu Daofeng stood behind his iron desk in silence.

“I want Fang Lin dead,” the young man continued.

Gu Daofeng glanced at him and asked calmly, “And what will you do about it? Do you dare to kill him?”

The young man sneered, “What's to fear? I'm dealing with just a mere low-ranked disciple. Even if I kill him, who could stop me?”

Gu Daofeng frowned, and the ruthlessness in his refined face deepened as he bore a piercing gaze at the young man.

“Let me tell you, Fang Lin is acquainted with Yinyue,” Gu Daofeng announced in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, the young man was stunned, his face showing disbelief and resentment.

“How could Yinyue know Fang Lin? That's impossible!” the young man exclaimed through gritted teeth.

Gu Daofeng sighed, “Not many people know this, but I'll tell you, Yinyue even went to Fang Lin's courtyard and had a long conversation with him.”

The young man's previously angry face immediately calmed down, his expression revealing a cold ruthlessness.

“By telling me this, you've just fueled my desire to kill Fang Lin,” the young man said with a grim smile, looking completely ruthless.

“But now is not the time to kill him,” Gu Daofeng said simply.

The young man scoffed and walked out of the main hall.

“Grand Elder, it seems like our young master is extremely displeased,” the elderly man from the Pill Pavilion, who was dressed in white, walked over from the side, speaking with a faint smile.

Gu Daofeng smiled in response, “Let him be.”

The elderly man laughed, “With the Grand Elder's favor shining on the young master, and no matter how talented Fang Lin is, he's merely a stepping stone in our young master's path. He's not worth worrying about.”

“Indeed.” Gu Daofeng nodded in agreement..

Chapter end