The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1160 - Chapter 1160 Chapter 1159 Demon Puppet

Chapter 1160: Chapter 1159: Demon Puppet Chapter 1160: Chapter 1159: Demon Puppet Having acquired the light source, Fang Lin’s figure disappeared from the spot and entered the Supreme Saint Hall.

The Old Dried Corpse showed no surprise, as he had long known that Fang Lin always carried the Supreme Saint Hall with him and could enter it at will.

“This kid, his luck is indeed not bad,” the Old Dried Corpse murmured to himself and then shifted his attention to refining Long Jiankong, occasionally looking up at the gloomy expanse above Fall Demon Cliff.

“In this place, I shouldn’t be noticed, right?” the Old Dried Corpse thought to himself, always harboring a trace of wariness.

Speaking of Fang Lin, having entered the Supreme Saint Hall, he stood before his own statue, looking at a cluster of floating light in front of him, his expression calm, his face showing neither joy nor sorrow.

Within the light sphere, numerous scenes continuously emerged; these were all the experiences of the now-deceased inheritor of the hall, now being replayed for Fang Lin.

Fang Lin was eager to know what this inheritor had experienced and why he had died beneath Fall Demon Cliff.

However, what Fang Lin wanted even more was the inheritance within this light source.

After all, only by gathering all twelve parts of the Supreme Saint Hall’s inheritance could he activate the Supreme Divine Treasure left by Martial Lord Mo Shouhe and obtain the power Mo Shouhe had left behind.

Fang Lin wanted to become the strongest in this era, for which the Supreme Divine Treasure was an indispensable part.

Within the light sphere, the scenes from the inheritor’s life before his death emerged, and Fang Lin silently watched, as if he were experiencing it himself.

Unknowingly, he had come to fully understand this person’s entire life.

After learning about it, Fang Lin couldn’t help but sigh and shook his head.

The life of this inheritor was indeed bleak; although he had received the inheritance of the Supreme Saint Hall, it hadn’t brought him much change.

This person was named Zhou Siyuan, born into a minor sect. During his childhood, his sect was destroyed, and his parents perished, leaving Zhou Siyuan alone in the wild, where he eventually collapsed from starvation and cold in the fields.

Luckily, he was adopted by a couple of farmers, allowing Zhou Siyuan to survive, but the good times were short-lived. Just as Zhou Siyuan turned ten, the small village he lived in was trampled by demon beasts, and Zhou Siyuan was hidden in a foul-smelling cellar by his adoptive parents, barely keeping his life.

Later, Zhou Siyuan was fortunate enough to join a rather decent Sect, but he became a servant to an outstanding Disciple of the Sect.

Unwilling to remain a servant, Zhou Siyuan secretly learned everything this excellent Disciple knew and silently practiced the martial arts.

Soon, Zhou Siyuan displayed astonishing talent and even surpassed that excellent disciple.

But at that time, Zhou Siyuan remained obscure, and no one knew he possessed such talent.

It was only when his secret learning was exposed that the excellent disciple, out of anger, tried to kill Zhou Siyuan, but was instead killed by Zhou Siyuan in self-defense.

Having committed such a serious crime, Zhou Siyuan could only flee, changing his identity, and rejoining another Sect.

In that Sect, Zhou Siyuan finally made a name for himself, becoming a very prominent disciple.

Thereafter, Zhou Siyuan became unstoppable and was considered a Talent of his era.

However, Zhou Siyuan was destined to be a man of troubled fate. Just when he was at the height of his confidence and momentum, he found himself trapped in the Supreme Saint Hall during an expedition.

Zhou Siyuan was confined within that Supreme Saint Hall for fifty years. He only managed to pass the tests of the Supreme Saint Hall and emerge from it thanks to his remarkable talent and tenacity.

Fifty years had changed many things; the Sect to which Zhou Siyuan belonged had been overtaken by a more powerful Sect.

Because he had become an Inheritor, Zhou Siyuan was targeted by other Inheritors and became a prey in the chase.

After several life-and-death experiences, Zhou Siyuan eventually sought refuge below Fall Demon Cliff to evade those formidable opponents.

As a result, he died at the base of Fall Demon Cliff, thus ending his brief and dismal life.

Fang Lin could not help but lament how fate toys with people. Some receive the Holy Palace’s inheritance and see a great transformation in their fates, becoming paragons among men.

But for Zhou Siyuan, even though he became a Holy Palace Inheritor, his fate was still so wretched.

Gathering his focus, Fang Lin completely absorbed the inheritance of Zhou Siyuan, acquiring several of the Holy Palace’s martial arts that Zhou Siyuan had mastered.

Not only that, the Sovereign Aura within Fang Lin’s body became even more intense. Consequently, the martial arts of the Supreme Saint Hall he could perform were also greatly empowered.

“Zhou Siyuan also died a hundred years ago. This means that, besides myself, there are only ten other Holy Palace Inheritors left in the world,” Fang Lin mused quietly.

As a Supreme Saint Hall Inheritor, Fang Lin had encountered many individuals, including the incredibly powerful Juechen, the young man in white with whom he had dealt several times, as well as a tall man that Fang Lin had nearly killed and a middle-aged man who had teamed up with the young man in white in Chaos Demon Valley.

Additionally, according to Fang Lin’s estimation, some Holy Palace successors might be far away in the Seven Seas, making the unification of the twelve inheritances exceedingly challenging.

“I guess I am the first person to receive two inheritances; I wonder if the other inheritors can sense this,” Fang Lin murmured.

With the inheritance secured, Fang Lin was very pleased and soon left the Supreme Saint Hall.

Upon returning to Fall Demon Cliff, Old Dried Corpse had already turned Long Jiankong into a puppet. At this moment, Long Jiankong stood motionless, his expression blank and his eyes lifeless, he even lacked breath.

Old Dried Corpse sat cross-legged nearby, seemingly recovering his depleted vitality. Fang Lin cautiously approached, examining Long Jiankong closely, still somewhat fearful of this formidable demon.

“Stop looking. He has been turned into a puppet by me and can obey your commands. You can make him do anything,” Old Dried Corpse said.

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin was overjoyed. Having Long Jiankong as a puppet could be of great assistance to him,

Long Jiankong’s power had always been formidable; Fang Lin had never even dared to dream of turning him into a puppet.

“But don’t get too carried away, kid. This guy still has some tricks up his sleeve. Though he is now a puppet, I haven’t fully refined him, and perhaps over time, he might recover his consciousness,” cautioned Old Dried Corpse.

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin nodded but according to Old Dried Corpse, the Demon Puppet should have no issues for a short period.

“I’ve expended a drop of my essence blood and will need some time to recover. With this Demon Puppet, you should be able to handle quite a few things. Don’t bother me unless it’s something unavoidable,” Old Dried Corpse said before directly retreating back into Fang Lin’s Nine Palace Bag.

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