The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

This weapon lay quietly inside his Nine Palace Bag and could only be activated by feeding it his blood.

He had already fed it a few times and managed to barely awaken it. However, due to a powerful strike it had endured within the Endless Dungeon, it had been damaged. Even after its awakening, it seemed unable to unleash its previous horrifying power to drain anything it touched.

Now, with the black beast nearly reaching the end of its life, Fang Lin, grasping the blood-red longsword, chuckled and told it, “Listen, I know you can understand me. There’s a demon beast down there that’s lived a long time and it’s full of blood. Go drain it.”

After he finished speaking, the blood-red longsword responded with a hum, freeing itself from his grip and turned into a ray of red light, darting downwards.

Fang Lin waited in silence. After a while, the agonized and angry roars of the black beast echoed up from below.

“Sure enough, this blood-red longsword is eerily unnatural.” Fang Lin thought to himself. Every time he used it, it gave him chills. This weapon defied the heavens and truly was a mystery, he wondered how it had been created by the Old Dried Corpse Demon Saint. The process was beyond imaginable.

The black beast’s roars echoed again and again, as if shaking the entire world in the Cauldron. But with the capabilities of the blood-red longsword, Fang Lin was confident in dealing with a nearly dying demon beast.

As time went on, the roars of the black beast grew weaker and weaker, signaling the beast was close to death.

Just then, the black beast released a final burst of angered roars, as if making its last stand of desperate resistance.

But the very next moment, the black beast’s roars fell completely silent. The dreadful Demon Qi that formerly permeated the place gradually disappeared.

With a whiz, the blood-red longsword flew up from the darkness below, restored to its previous magnificent state when Fang Lin first drew it. It was awash with a pulsating blood-red glow and filled with horrifying evil energy.

Fang Lin was about to smile when he saw the blood-red longsword heading towards him, seeming to want to drink his blood.

With a snort, Fang Lin immediately brought out a millennium-old Corpse Ginseng, regardless of its screaming in protest, and used it to deflect the blood-red longsword.

The impact was solid. The Corpse Ginseng was unhurt despite its piteous cries. However, the blood-red longsword seemed a bit out of sorts from the strike.

“Come here!” Fang Lin roared, seizing the misbehaving blood-red longsword.

The blood-red longsword seemed to resist Fang Lin, continuing to struggle and starting to drain Fang Lin’s blood.

Fang Lin thought to himself in alarm. If it kept absorbing like this, he would become a dried corpse in a short time.

Immediately, Fang Lin fought back, repeatedly smashing the blood-red longsword with the millennium-old Corpse Ginseng, bellowing threats as he did so.

“For not obeying me! For not obeying me!”

“Behave yourself!”

“If you keep sucking, I’m going to destroy your master’s body!”

Perhaps it was the beatings or the threats, but either way, the blood-red longsword finally began to behave. The crimson light dimmed, and the longsword stopped force-feeding on Fang Lin’s blood.

Fang Lin heaved a sigh of relief. This sword was too unpredictable and better used sparingly in the future.

For now, he put the blood-red longsword back into the Nine Palace Bag and closed his eyes. The next moment his consciousness returned to his physical body and when he opened his eyes, he found himself back atop the altar.

“Look! Fang Lin is the first to wake up!”

“Oh, my god! It really is him!”

“The changes on the altar must be related to him!”

Around him, there were numerous exclamations of shock and surprise from the crowd.

Fang Lin let out a sigh. Despite staying in the world in the Cauldron for only a short time, he felt as if he’d been gone for ages.

He stood up and glanced at the other two. Su Xiaotong and Zhao Shenkong were both still tightly shut their eyes, their faces pale and sweating heavily, clearly still trapped in the world in the Cauldron.

But Fang Lin knew they would be out soon because Luo Haisheng, who had been in the world in the Cauldron, was no longer there, indicating that the Cauldron world’s trial was no longer applicable.

“Fang Lin, how do you feel?” Elder Su asked with concern.

Fang Lin smiled: “I feel fine.”

At those words, everyone exchanged glances, this kid was really strange. He could draw the attention of four ancient lamps at the same time, implying he had gained something in that secret realm.

Fang Lin descended from the altar and joined Elder Su and the others, silently watching the remaining two on the altar.

But the majority of the attention was on Fang Lin. He’d escaped from the secret realm in such a short time, breaking all previous records.

Moreover, Fang Lin being the first one to awaken meant he surpassed Zhao Shenkong and Su Xiaotong, becoming the strongest contestant in this Pill Refining Championship.

Those who had previously discredited Fang Lin were in a state of disbelief. He had quickly emerged as the biggest dark horse of the Pill Refining Competition, showing exceptional strength and coming forward as the most accomplished participant, overshadowing Zhao Shenkong.

If anyone had predicted such an outcome at the start of the competition, who would’ve believed it?

The most dejected must’ve been the people from the Meng Kingdom and Yun Country. Meng Kingdom didn’t have any returns and faced a pathetic fate.

Yun Country was originally planning to suppress the other two countries, but in the end, it turned out that Zhao Shenkong was the only one capable of presenting a decent face for them.

The biggest winner in this Pill Refining Competition was undoubtedly the Qian Country. Both champions were from the Qian Country, and the strongest among them, Fang Lin, was also a Qian national.

At this moment, Su Xiaotong and Zhao Shenkong awakened almost simultaneously. They looked dazed, not expecting they would wake up all of a sudden.

Of course, they had no idea that the trial of the world in the Cauldron no longer existed and had thus forcibly ejected them.

Zhao Shenkong glanced at Fang Lin standing outside, wearing a smirk, and his heart dropped.

Su Xiaotong looked on with a complicated expression. He had not expected Fang Lin to emerge that quickly.

At this point, Zhuge Cang announced, “The results are in. Fang Lin is the first to pass the trial and has become the strongest contestant, earning a one-year study assignment in Xuan Country.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shenkong’s face turned extremely ugly, repressing his feelings of frustration.

“Wait! Fang Lin only took four hours to come out, that’s too quick! Is there a mistake in the process?” The stern old man suddenly spoke.