The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron-Chapter 906 - Bad News

Chapter 906: Chapter 906: Bad News

Chapter 906 -906: Bad News

The youth dressed in the attire of a lower ranking disciple appeared to be only about seventeen or eighteen years old, slightly younger than Fang Lin, with a hint of youthful naivety on his face.

“Zhang Xiaobao, sit down!” a Pill Sect elder abruptly scolded, and looked at Fang Lin with some worry.

However, Fang Lin showed not the slightest dissatisfaction but instead sized up the youth known as Zhang Xiaobao with great interest.

“Elder, I am confused and hope Master Fang can enlighten me. Why should I sit down?” Zhang Xiaobao asked, puzzled.

The Pill Sect elder wore a helpless expression; now he seemed somewhat unable to salvage his dignity.

“It’s alright. Since it’s a lesson on the Dao, if any fellow disciples have any doubts, they are all welcome to voice them, and I will naturally do my best to clarify them,” Fang Lin said with a smile, effectively defusing the elder’s embarrassment.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaobao’s face showed delight, “Thank you, Brother Fang.”

Fang Lin nodded and asked, “What confusion does Brother Zhang have?”

Zhang Xiaobao scratched his head and said, “I don’t understand the statement Brother Fang just made, that it’s better to fail in pill refining but strive for perfection. After all, the goal of pill refining is to achieve success, and to strive for perfection, one must first have a foundation of successful pill refining. If one can’t even achieve the most basic success in pill refining, where does the strive for perfection come from?”

Fang Lin smiled and responded, “The two are not in conflict, nor is there the slightest contradiction. Under the premise of striving for perfection, naturally, one must be able to produce complete pills. But for each Pill Refiner, striving for perfection is an essential spirit. Being complacent with the status quo is extremely unwise. If you can produce a low-grade pill, you should then ask yourself why can’t you produce a middle-grade pill. In doing so, you will work harder and make progress. On the contrary, if you think that producing a middle-grade pill is enough for satisfaction, then I’m afraid that is as far as you will go in this lifetime.”

Fang Lin’s words resonated like a great bell, echoing in the ears of the many Pill Refiners present, causing their hearts to tremble and their understanding to deepen.

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Zhang Xiaobao was particularly struck by this revelation, his youthful face showing an expression of sudden comprehension.

“Thank you for the guidance, Brother Fang. I understand now. Striving for excellence and continually reaching for greater heights is indeed the true spirit of our kind,” Zhang Xiaobao said deeply bowing, filled with admiration for Fang Lin.

It wasn’t just Zhang Xiaobao, but other Pill Refiners also paid their respects to Fang Lin in a disciple’s salute. Although Fang Lin wasn’t their master, his teachings that day had bestowed upon them a great benefit, making them worthy of their reverence.

After the lesson, Han Luoyun and the others accompanied Fang Lin to the Martial Sect.

In the Martial Sect, the liveliest place was bound to be the Martial Arts Platform, but due to Fang Lin’s arrival, there were no Martial Sect disciples competing or sparring there.

Fang Lin looked at the Martial Arts Platform, and couldn’t help but recall the scene when he had competed against Qing Jianzi there.

At that time, he had held a slight edge and even realized the Traceless Body Skill from Qing Jianzi’s Traceless Sword Tactic.

“Sect Master, it seems that Qing Jianzi is not seen. Is he not in the sect?” Thinking of Qing Jianzi and not seeing him, Fang Lin couldn’t help but ask.

Han Luoyun’s expression changed subtly, and the other high-ranking members of the Purple Mist Sect also displayed looks of regret and anger.

Fang Lin, with his acute senses, noticed that something was amiss and frowned, “Has something happened to Qing Jianzi?”

The disciples of the Martial Sect also looked distressed, as if they wanted to say something, yet no one dared to speak.

The atmosphere suddenly grew heavy.

“What exactly happened? Where is Qing Jianzi?” Fang Lin’s tone intensified, and the oppressive aura of a Spirit Vein Martial Artist involuntarily emerged.

The people present were all shocked and took steps back. Han Luoyun patted Fang Lin’s shoulder and said in a heavy voice, “Three months ago, Qing Jianzi went out to travel, but upon his return, he got into a conflict with people from the Li Family.”

“And then?” Fang Lin asked, showing no signs of anger, but Dugu Nian, who was well acquainted with Fang Lin, knew this was how Fang Lin behaved right before exploding in rage.

Han Yinyue continued, “Qing Jianzi was seriously injured. Although his condition has been stabilized with pills and a piece of Heaven and Earth treasure, it’s very unlikely that he will retain his cultivation.”

“Where is he?” Fang Lin asked.

Soon, Fang Lin saw Qing Jianzi in a secret room.

Qing Jianzi was indeed seriously injured, lying unconscious on the bed, with a feeble breath, as if he were an old man nearing the end of his life.

Upon seeing Qing Jianzi, Fang Lin’s face darkened and he immediately took out his own refined pills to administer to Qing Jianzi.

Then, he took out a millennium old ancient medicinal herb and transferred its medicinal power into Qing Jianzi’s body.

After this, Qing Jianzi’s condition somewhat improved, but he still hadn’t awakened.

After examining him, Fang Lin had confirmed one thing, Qing Jianzi’s cultivation was indeed ruined.

The seventy-two channels were seriously damaged, not to mention cultivation, it was difficult to say whether he could cultivate again in the future.

Stepping out of the secret room, Fang Lin had a terrifyingly somber expression. Qing Jianzi was one of his close friends within the Purple Mist Sect, with whom he had once ventured into the Endless Dungeon together. Seeing him now with such severe injuries and his martial arts cultivation wasted, it was natural to imagine the rage in his heart.

Han Luoyun and the others looked at him, and none of them spoke.

“Have you found out the whole story behind this incident?” Fang Lin asked, his voice unexpectedly calm.

Han Yinyue nodded, anger flashing in her eyes, “We have, it was Li Guanxin who led the Li Family martial artists to besiege Qing Jianzi. If it weren’t for a member of the royal family who happened to arrive in time and saved Qing Jianzi, he probably wouldn’t have survived.”

Fang Lin looked at Han Yinyue and said, “The Purple Mist Sect, haven’t they taken any action?”

Han Yinyue pursed her lips, “Fang Lin, you don’t know, one person from the Li Family left for the Qing Nation decades ago and has now returned with extraordinary power. With this person, we simply cannot do anything to the Li Family.”

“The person from the Li Family who returned from the Qing Nation?” Fang Lin’s eyes slightly hardened, no wonder such a thing had happened. Normally, the Li Family wouldn’t dare to be so brazen in targeting Qing Jianzi. It turned out they had a powerful backer.

“How strong is that person’s cultivation?” Fang Lin asked. He couldn’t just sit by and do nothing about this; otherwise, he would have no way to unleash his pent-up anger.

Han Yinyue said with a worried look, “That person is very strong, rumored to be nearing the Spirit Bone realm; it seems he is also a disciple of some sect in the Qing Nation.”

“Nearing the Spirit Bone realm? I understand,” Fang Lin nodded, his eyes filled with a chilling intent to kill.

“Fang Lin, don’t be impulsive,” Han Luoyun advised.

Fang Lin didn’t reply, his figure soared into the sky, holding the Ancient Lamp of Flame God, with eighty-one Pill Furnaces revolving around him.