The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

This was Fang Lin’s second visit to Qian Capital. The last time he was here, it was for the assessment of the Pill Alliance, to become a certified pill refiner. This time, however, he came to compete for a substitute position in a grand competition between three countries.

Last time, Fang Lin did not go to the royal city in the center of Qian Capital, only catching a distant glimpse of it.

After all, the royal city is where the foundation of the Daqian royal family lies, heavily guarded and filled with numerous masters. No ordinary person could enter to take a look.

Even approaching the city could get one driven away by the guards.

This time, under the guidance of Han Luoyun, Fang Lin finally had the opportunity to see the majesty of the Daqian royal city.

For this trip to Qian Capital, only Han Luoyun and Fang Lin were present. However, Fang Lin was not worried about his safety. With Sect Master Han here, nobody would dare to harm him within the territory of Qian Country.

Standing in front of the main gate of the royal city, Fang LIn looked up. As expected of the royal city, it was majestic. Standing outside alone made one feel insignificant.

The royal city guards who were wearing golden armor on both sides all stepped back, looking respectful. Han Luoyun, however, maintained a relaxed demeanor with a smile on his face and didn’t indulge in the grandeur of a sect master.

Boom, boom, boom!

After a while, the main gate of the royal city opened, and a group of people came out to welcome them.

The leader, striding mightily, was wearing a five-clawed golden dragon robe, wearing a golden crown on his head, and looking firm with an exceptional aura. He seemed to be in his forties.

Just by seeing that five-clawed golden dragon robe, Fang Lin knew that this man must be the current emperor of Daqian Kingdom, a man of supreme power.

Only a person with the status of Han Luoyun could make the ruler of a country personally greet him. In the whole of Qian Country, there was only one person that deserved to be personally greeted by the Emperor of Daqian, and that was Han Luoyun.

If Li Zhendong from Li Family came, the Emperor of Daqian would not have greeted him with such ceremony, merely delegating someone to receive him instead.

This was not because Li Zhendong’s status was insufficient, but because the royal family of Daqian and the Li family were sworn enemies. Therefore, there was no need for ceremonial greetings between them. It was already pretty good if they didn’t fight upon meeting.

“Brother Han, come, come, follow me inside.” The Emperor of Daqian appeared extremely enthusiastic, immediately linking arm in arm with Han Luoyun. He didn’t carry an ounce of royal aire.

With a bitter smile, Han Luoyun said, “After so many years, you are still the same.”

The Emperor of Daqian laughed, “I can’t help it. I used to be under too little discipline, and now it can’t be changed.”

The members of the royal family who were behind him all showed speechless expressions and appeared quite embarrassed. Everyone was thinking, ‘you are our emperor, can’t you behave like one? Although we all know that you have a good relationship with Han Luoyun, there’s no need to disregard your image entirely.’

However, there was nothing they could do. After all, he was the emperor, and he did as he pleased.

Fang Lin was surprised. He hadn’t known it before. Now seeing this scene, he finally understood why the royal family and the Purple Mist Sect had a decent relationship.

Why Han Luoyun had such a good relationship with the emperor, Fang Lin did not know. The cause of this relationship is a story of its own.

When Han Luoyun and the emperor were both teenagers, they met. It was a relationship forged in battle. One was a prince from the royal family, young and energetic, while the other was a rebellious genius from a large sect.

When these two collided, a fight naturally broke out. As a result, Han Luoyun beat the then prince, now the Emperor of Daqian, black and blue.

However, the two also liked each other at first sight and began their friendship. On one occasion, the Emperor of Daqian was surrounded and attacked by masters from the Li family. Han Luoyun arrived in time and risked his life to save the severely injured Emperor of Daqian. Since then, the Emperor of Daqian had always regarded Han Luoyun as an older brother, and greatly respected him.

This relationship continued even after Han Luoyun had succeeded the position of Purple Mist Sect Master and the Emperor of Daqian ascended the throne.

“Eh? This kid is Fang Lin that Pojun mentioned, right?” At this time, the Emperor of Daqian noticed Fang Lin who was following Han Luoyun and asked in a slightly surprised tone.

Fang Lin rolled his eyes. How did he become a kid? He was tall and handsome, okay?

At this moment, Fang Lin saluted, “Junior Fang Lin, pay respects to Your Majesty.”

Yang Jianye stretched out his big hand and patted Fang Lin’s head, with a few traces of approval on his face: “Not bad, not bad, the kid is very polite, much better than my sons.”

Fang Lin was speechless. It seemed that in the eyes of His Majesty, he was just a child.

At this time, Fang Lin also saw Yang Pojun, who was standing not far away among the many members of the royal family. He was also smiling at Fang Lin.

There was also Yang Qingyao, that thoughtless girl. However, she obviously still did not have a good impression of Fang Lin, and did not even glance at Fang Lin.

Except for these two people, Fang Lin did not know any of the other members of the royal family, but some of them had their eyes on Fang Lin.

There were surprise, disdain, indifference, and even some hostility.

Fang Lin just glanced over and immediately memorized the faces of these people.

“Come here, come here,” Yang Jianye beckoned to the members of the royal family. Immediately, three young men came forward.

These three young men bore some resemblance to Yang Jianye. Although they each had their unique features, anyone could tell at a glance they were Yang Jianye’s sons.

“These are my sons, Fang Lin, get to know them,” Yang Jianye said with a smile.

Fang Lin looked at the three young men and greeted, “Fang Lin pays respects to the three princes.”

The young man standing on the left had a thin face and a slightly dark skin, the smallest of the three.

He smiled and said, “You don’t need to be so respectful, Brother Fang Lin. My name is Yang Jianfeng, and I’m the sixth in line among my brothers.”

The young man in the middle was handsome, more so than the other two if compared.

“My name is Yang Fengchi, and I’m the fifth in the line,” said this handsome young man. His attitude wasn’t particularly friendly, but there was nothing wrong with it. However, anyone could see that he didn’t have a good impression of Fang Lin.

The one on the far right had a pretty ordinary look, but he seemed spirited and had a hint of stubble on his chin, making him look older than the other two.

“Hehe, my name is Yang Wanshan, and I’m the second in line. I should be a few years older than you, Brother Fang Lin,” he said with a smile, leaving a good first impression.

Fang Lin also showed a smile, “I’m honored to meet the three princes today.”

“Where is Xuanfeng? Why didn’t I see him coming over?” Han Luoyun suddenly asked.

Upon hearing the mention of ‘Xuanfeng,’ the faces of the three princes all slightly changed, and Fang Lin noticed.

Yang Jianye shook his head, “That boy is in closed-door training, preparing for the Three Countries Competition.”

“Humph! You people are chitchatting here. How much longer do you want my Li family to wait?” At this time, a group of people walked in. The one leading, with a gloomy face and sharp aura, was Li Zhendong, the head of Li family.