The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Fang Lin hesitated for a long time before he dared to open the letter.

He originally thought the letter would contain some words that would make him struggle, but as soon as Fang Lin opened it, he was stunned.

“Fang Lin, you are a despicable, shameless, nasty scoundrel! All you know is bullying me every day, I refuse to acknowledge you as my master! Also, I don’t even like the crappy flute you gave me! I’m leaving, and you mustn’t miss me, okay? If you really miss me, come to Xuan Country to see me. I’ll make sure my dad catches you and beats you up badly!”

After reading this somewhat short letter, Fang Lin wore an odd expression, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

He thought this girl would leave some heart-wrenching words, but didn’t expect that more than half of it was scolding him. Fang Lin really wanted to tear up the letter, but after hesitating for a moment, he put it in the Nine Palace Bag instead.

Dugu Nian had left, leaving only this letter for him. Although the content of the letter left Fang Lin speechless, it was, after all, the only thing Dugu Nian had left for him. He stored it for the sake of memory, not knowing if he would ever have the chance to see her again.

Fang Lin looked at the vast courtyard, now all alone. He was somewhat unaccustomed to the absence of the mischievous and charming Dugu Nian.

Fang Lin shook his head. She had left after all, why should he dwell on it?

The day to head to the Endless Dungeon was getting closer and closer, and Fang Lin increasingly had more things to do, spending almost every day refining pills and cultivating.

As Fang Lin had become a True Disciple of the Purple Mist Sect, many people came to visit him, hoping to cultivate a closer relationship with him.

However, Fang Lin didn’t see any of them and put a Do Not Disturb sign outside his door.

He needed some quiet time to make all the preparations to go to the Endless Dungeon.

Of course, he still met with some of his old friends.

When Xu Shangao, Wu Mengsheng and others visited Fang Lin, he chatted with them for a while and did not put on any airs of a True Disciple, which surprised them.

Initially, Xu Shangao and Wu Mengsheng were particularly apprehensive, fearing that Fang Lin would ignore them after becoming a True Disciple of the Purple Mist Sect. But now it seemed that Fang Lin was still the same old Fang Lin and his status had not changed him at all.

However, Fang Lin clearly felt that Xu Shangao and Wu Mengsheng showed slightly more restraint and respect during their conversation with him. Although he treated them as casually as before, there indeed was a large gap between their statuses.

This huge difference in status led Xu Shangao and Wu Mengsheng, who understood that Fang Lin hadn’t changed, to involuntarily show more respect.

There was nothing he could do about this, and Fang Lin could only accept it. After all, he had seen too much of this kind of thing in his previous life. Once close brothers had turned into obsequious servants when they met him, such was the impact of a change in status.

Days passed by, and accurate news about the Endless Dungeon gradually became clear.

The selection of the Purple Mist Sect’s delegation to the Endless Dungeon had been finalized, apart from Fang Lin, who was added at the last moment.

The Martial Sect was sending thirty people, the Pill Sect twenty, making a total of fifty people to be led by Qing Jianzi.

Of the twenty people selected from the Pill Sect, apart from Fang Lin and Gu Hanshan, the rest were all superior disciples, thereby representing the elite of the sect.

These disciples sighed in relief when they learned that they were being sent to the Endless Dungeon, feeling very distressed.

There was no help for it. The Endless Dungeon was one of the three deadliest places in Qian Country. Although it held countless opportunities and treasures, it also embodied unimaginable dangers.

Of the group that entered the Endless Dungeon ten years ago, less than half survived, and every survivor was injured, with many becoming disabled as a result.

It could be said that entering the Endless Dungeon was like throwing half one’s life away, with a death rate of over 70%.

A few selected disciples ran to the chief, hoping to escape the fate of going to the Endless Dungeon, but all attempts ended in failure. The list was confirmed and could not be changed.

A few days before the opening of the Endless Dungeon, Han Yinyue visited Fang Lin once and gave him a bottle of pills.

“These are Great Return Pills, one is enough to save life,” Han Yinyue told Fang Lin.

Fang Lin obviously knew about the Great Return Pills. They were a type of life-prolonging pill with very strong medicinal properties. They could be taken when severely injured, and could save a life.

Fang Lin understood that Han Yinyue gave him the Great Return Pills because she was worried that he would die in the Endless Dungeon, leaving no one to treat Han Xiaoxing’s eyes.

Still, Fang Lin thanked Han Yinyue. With the Great Return Pills, he felt even more confident.

Han Yinyue also subtly hinted that Qing Jianzi would assist Fang Lin in this operation in the Endless Dungeon.

Fang Lin understood Han Yinyue’s meaning, which was that Qing Jianzi would help him get rid of Gu Hanshan.

In preparation for the trip to the Endless Dungeon, Fang Lin had made all kinds of preparations, including a variety of life-saving pills, as well as a whole pile of peculiar and strange pills.

Finally, the day when the Endless Dungeon would open was almost upon them.

One night, the entire Qian Country seemed to experience an earthquake, as terrifying roars from some place in the south could be faintly heard.

And the south was precisely the direction where the Endless Dungeon was located.

Once every ten years, when the Endless Dungeon opened, the whole of Qian Country would tremble. Although the tremors were not severe, everyone within the territory of Qian Country could feel it.

All forces immediately sprang into action, dispatching their masters to check if the Endless Dungeon was opening normally.

Not until the definitive news arrived, confirming that the Endless Dungeon was opening normally and it was ready to be explored, did people set out for it.

At the Purple Mist Sect, the people selected to go to the Endless Dungeon had gathered in front of the main gate, almost everyone’s face showing a hint of unease and fear.

Especially the disciples of the Pill Sect. Their strength was relatively weak, and going to such a dangerous place meant a higher death rate compared with the Martial Sect disciples.

In addition to the disciples, more than ten Purple Mist Sect experts would be accompanying them, responsible for the safety of these disciples.

Fang Lin saw Gu Hanshan at the mountain gate, who was alone and had a cold face, with nobody bothering to talk to him. On the contrary, many people took the initiative to converse with Fang Lin.

Naturally, Fang Lin was open to all, chatting happily with everyone, forming a stark contrast with the chilly scene surrounding Gu Hanshan.

Even some of the superior disciples who used to curry favor with Gu Hanshan were now distancing themselves from him, acting as if they didn’t know him.

Helplessly, who would care that Fang Lin’s current status was higher than Gu Hanshan’s. People indeed were this pragmatic.

Gu Hanshan stared at Fang Lin, who was surrounded by people, with clenched fists and a faint chill flickering in his eyes.

“Fang Lin, let’s see how long you can be pleased with yourself. Your day of reckoning awaits in the Endless Dungeon!” Gu Hanshan murmured to himself.

Meanwhile, in the great hall of the Pill Sect, Gu Daofeng held a jade slip in his hand, his expression vacillating between gloom and cheer.