The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

When the others heard him, they were left speechless.

Of course, there was no such rule. However, while Fang Lin’s achievements in Alchemy Tao were dazzling, the Three Kingdoms Tournament focused not on alchemy, but on martial arts. As a pill refiner who should have most of his energy devoted to alchemy, how could he achieve high accomplishments in martial arts?

“Has Qian Country run out of people? Even an alchemist can participate in the Three Kingdoms Tournament!” Someone from Yun Country sneered.

“Apparently, Qian Country is in decline. Not only is one of their challengers an alchemist, but another one hasn’t even arrived yet. It’s doubtful there even is a third challenger,” someone from Meng Kingdom jeered.

A few influential figures from Yun and Meng Countries were also giving Fang Lin odd glances. Even they were curious as to how Fang Lin had managed to qualify for the Three Kingdoms Tournament. Was it really as everyone assumed, that Qian Country’s martial arts had declined, and their geniuses had faded, allowing an alchemist like Fang Lin to assume a major position?

Yang Xuanfeng, standing next to Fang Lin, felt despondent. Could someone pay a little attention to him too? He was the Eldest Imperial Son of Daqian Kingdom and also one of the contenders in the Three Kingdoms Tournament. Why wasn’t anyone paying attention to him?

In fact, it wasn’t that nobody was paying attention to Yang Xuanfeng, but rather Fang Lin’s unexpected presence had drawn the attention of most people to him.

“So you are Fang Lin. My useless ninth son lost to you, and you even dared to steal his Nine Palace Bag in the Pill Pole Tower,” Zhao Zhenlong, the Emperor of Yun Country, spoke with a hint of coldness.

Everyone was taken aback by his words, even the members of Purple Mist Sect and the royal family of Qian Country looked at Fang Lin with intrigue.

Wow, he even stole the Nine Palace Bag from Zhao Shenkong, the ninth Prince of Yun Country, within the Pill Pole Tower? He was truly a daring and audacious one.

The people from Yun Country now clearly regarded Fang Lin as an enemy. Fang Lin had come out on top at the Alchemist Assembly, overshadowing the shine of many alchemy genius from Yun Country, including Zhao Shenkong. Even Zhao Shenkong’s Nine Palace Bag had been stolen by Fang Lin, which was undoubtedly a great insult to all of Yun Country.

At that moment, one of the three representatives from Yun Country, Zhao Shenji, was glaring at Fang Lin with an intense gaze.

Fang Lin scratched his nose and laughed awkwardly, “That’s all in the past, why bring it up?”

“Hmph! A mere Alchemist dares to join the Three Kingdoms Tournament. What a joke!” scoffed Huang Rulong disdainfully.

Fang Lin eyed Huang Rulong with a frown, “You should be careful with your words, sir. Are you looking down on alchemists?”

Huang Rulong smirked, “Kid, do you know who I am? Do you dare talk to me like that?”

Fang Lin shook his head, “No matter who you are, you can look down on me, but not on alchemists. As a member of the Pill Alliance, I won’t allow anyone to belittle fellow alchemists.”

At his words, Huang Rulong’s face changed, and he spoke sternly, “Fellow, don’t assume that by accusing me it’ll help. I’ve never met a junior as arrogant as you.”

Fang Lin snorted, putting his Alchemist badge on his chest, “At this point, if I merely utter a word, every alchemist of the Pill Alliance will come to know of your disrespect to alchemists. You are well aware of the consequences.”

“How insolent!” Many from the Huang Family instantly started yelling, their eyes intensely staring at Fang Lin.

Huang Rulong’s face turned even paler, his heart filled with rage. He was infuriated by Fang Lin’s provocative actions in public.

However, Huang Rulong refrained from careless accusations now, especially regarding disrespect towards alchemists, or if news like that got spread by Fang Lin, he might as well forget mingling with any alchemists from the Pill Alliance in the future.

Typically, alchemists are exceedingly proud. Even though Huang Rulong did not necessarily mean to offend alchemists, his remark would be hard for alchemists to digest.

“You are very impressive, youth. You’ve got my attention,” threatened Huang Rulong, but it was all he could muster.

“Master Huang, you are a revered elder, showing anger toward a junior isn’t appropriate, is it?” Han Luoyun said with a smile. However, his grin held a subtle hint of warning.

Huang Rulong snorted but said nothing more.

Seeing this, many people looked at Fang Lin with a different kind of awe. He seemed like a hedgehog, ready to prick anyone at the slightest disagreement. Even a man of Huang Rulong’s standing was put at a disadvantage by him.

“Hehe, I like cheeky and sharp-tongued little brothers like you. What do you say about joining my Black Yin Sect? We have many beautiful sisters,” said Mu Hongchen, as she approached Fang Lin. She playfully stroked Fang Lin’s cheek as she asked.

Fang Lin wasn’t embarrassed at all. Instead, he laughed heartily, “I find Master Mu to be more attractive.”

Yang Xuanfeng’s mouth twitched on hearing that. He felt the urge to keep his distance from Fang Lin. Had he gone mad? How dare he openly flirt with Mu Hongchen, such a prestigious figure? Did he not value his life?

The others were also left agog. Fang Lin was truly bold. Was Mu Hongchen someone he could casually flirt with?

“Pervert!” huffed Yang Yanyu, who was standing amidst the royals under her breath. She glanced at Mu Hongchen’s full breasts and then at her own, grinding her teeth in frustration.

“Hehehehe, you are entertaining, I’m liking you more and more.” Mu Hongchen turned to Han Luoyun and said, “How about this, Sect Master Han, give him to me.”

Mu Hongchen was proposing the unthinkable. Strip Fang from the Purple Mist Sect and take him under her wing.

This was not a joke. Mu Hongchen had a unique way of recognizing talent. She saw that Fang Lin was genius possessing limitless potential. Not just alchemy, he was equally proficient in martial arts.

Therefore, Mu Hongchen was seriously considering the proposition. If such a talented individual joined her Black Yin sect, in the future, he’d undoubtedly become a powerful asset to her sect and lead them to new heights.

Keeping calm, Han Luoyun said, “If Fang Lin agrees, he’s free to go with you.”

At those words, Mu Hongchen broke into a radiant smile, her jade hand casually stroking Fang Lin’s cheek, “Sweetie, your Sect Master has given his approval. Come with me, I promise to show you the world’s most enchanting pleasures.”

The unabashed temptations and flatteries caused a stir amongst the spectators.

Many were envious of Fang Lin’s position. If he indeed joined the Black Yin Sect, which had numerous female disciples, he would certainly be destined for a life of ecstasy.