The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

“Master, if there’s nothing else, I will take a look around the other areas.” Fang Lin said and was about to leave the stone chamber.

The white-clothed elder said from behind, “You still have one last chance. Take out two items and keep only one.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin looked back at the white-clothed elder and asked, “If I don’t take them out, are you going to rob me?”

The white-clothed elder countered, visibly annoyed, “I’m not going to rob you. This is your own choice. No second thoughts will be allowed.”

Fang Lin gave a slight smile, and then stepped out of the stone chamber.

In the next moment, Fang Lin appeared in another stone chamber.

This stone chamber was completely different. It was filled with human-shaped statues of various figures, old and young, male and female.

All of them shared one common feature- they were dressed in Pill Refiner robes.

From ancient times to the present, such robes haven’t changed much, making them easily recognizable.

The statues were haphazardly placed in the stone chamber. Combined with the dim lighting, it looked quite creepy at first glance.

Fang Lin looked up, carefully inspecting these statues as he slowly walked among them.

The white-clothed elder, like a ghost, appeared behind Fang Lin.

“Master, what is this place?” Fang Lin asked, not bothering to turn his head.

“There are many inheritances and insights from ancient Pill Refining masters here. Whether you can obtain them depends on your luck,” the white-clothed elder said.

Hearing this, Fang Lin lost most of his interest. Being a Pill Sovereign himself, he didn’t need any insights from others, which just felt like useless extravagances to him.

Seeing the visible disappointment on Fang Lin’s face, the white-clothed elder almost lost his cool. ‘This kid has such a great opportunity in front of him, how can he show such a look of disappointment?’ he thought.

“Master, are there any other opportunities here?” Fang Lin asked.

The white-clothed elder glared, “Don’t you think the inheritances and insights from our predecessors are attractive?”

Fang Lin curled his lip, “I guess so.”

The white-clothed elder was practically fuming with rage. If he had a physical body, he would have given Fang Lin a good lecture.

‘These are opportunities countless people dream of obtaining. Those who came here before were all thrilled, but this kid feels there’s nothing attractive here? Is he mad?’ the elder thought.

“Boy, don’t be too ambitious. The opportunities here will be more than enough for you for a lifetime. Don’t misjudge yourself,” the white-clothed elder advised sternly, in a tone full of reproof.

Fang Lin touched his nose. He had no interest in these so-called inheritances and insights, but it wasn’t easy to explain why. Would he directly tell the old man that he was a Pill Sovereign?

So, Fang Lin could only continue to roam among the statues, looking around patiently.

Soon, Fang Lin discovered a unique statue hidden in the corner, blocked by other taller statues. Without circumventing the larger statues, it was hard to find this particular statue.

What made it unique was that it was a statue of a young boy, looking pitiful and thin. The statue had cracks all over it, suggesting it had been there for a long time.

Fang Lin frowned. Although this statue looked ordinary, as a Pill Sovereign, his sharp intuition told him that this statue was different from the others in the room.

The white-clothed elder also saw the statue of the young boy and was visibly surprised.

‘Could it be that this kid has figured out the significance of this statue? That’s impossible,’ he thought, but said nothing.

Fang Lin paused for a long time, looking at the statue of the young boy, then suddenly asked, “Master, do you know the origin of this statue?”

The white-clothed elder coughed, “About this statue… well, I don’t really know much about its origin.”

After saying this, the elder looked up, even he didn’t believe his own words.

Fang Lin turned around and gave the white-clothed elder a somewhat amused glance, then walked up to the statue of the young boy.

“If that’s the case, I will find out the origin of this statue myself.” As he spoke, Fang Lin sat down cross-legged in front of the statue.

The white-clothed elder looked shocked, ‘Was this boy trying to understand the secret of this statue?’

“Boy, you’d better not try to probe this statue. It could be dangerous,” the white-clothed elder warned.

Fang Lin said nothing and continued to do as he pleased.

The white-clothed elder snorted, no longer trying to stop Fang Lin. He was ready to watch Fang Lin get his just desserts.

Gradually, Fang Lin opened up his mind and actively tried to connect with the statue.

When Fang Lin’s mind touched the statue, he suddenly saw the most tragic scene one could witness in a lifetime.

An ancient city, covered in blood and death. All he could see within the city were dead bodies.

Atop the city wall was a boy dressed in gray, staring blankly into the distance.

Behind the boy were bodies strewn in a horrifying form, their faces charred and their death painful.

Fang Lin walked up to the city wall, looking at the boy with a complicated expression.

The boy seemed to sense something, turned to look at Fang Lin, but it seemed like he couldn’t see Fang Lin.

In the next second, Fang Lin transformed into a beam of light and entered the boy’s body.

At this moment, Fang Lin and the boy seemed to fuse into one, and Fang Lin finally learned everything about the boy.

The boy’s family had a rare bloodline inherited from ancient times. Every generation, there would be someone whose bloodline would awaken, turning into a Poisonous Human.

These Poisonous Humans were permeated with deadly toxins, even their breath was poisonous.

The boy was one of them.

However, the boy’s family had already found a way to control this bloodline. Yet when the powers within the ancient city heard of it, they coveted it, wanting to use this bloodline for their own gain.

Thus, these powers joined forces, slaughtered the boy’s clan, and captured several clan members who held the Poisonous Human Bloodline.

The boy, being away on a trip, had escaped by sheer luck.

But when he returned to the ancient city, all he saw was a scene of carnage —his ancestral home destroyed and his clan members killed.

At that moment, the boy was devastated and his Poisonous Human Bloodline completely erupted, turning him into a horrific Poisonous Human, killing everyone in the ancient city.

Fang Lin’s figure flew out from the boy’s body, and he sighed lightly.

“He too was a pitiful soul,” said Fang Lin.