The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1252 - Chapter 1252 Chapter 1351 Creator of the Three Sects

Chapter 1252: Chapter 1351: Creator of the Three Sects? Chapter 1252: Chapter 1351: Creator of the Three Sects? The Daoist in white had yet to react when the dagger had already pierced straight into his heart, puncturing it.

Even for a Spirit Source martial artist, a pierced heart was a fatal injury.

“If you had told the truth, I might have spared your life, but it’s a pity you don’t cherish it,” Fang Lin shook his head and said.

The Daoist in white opened his mouth but only blood poured out, unable to utter a word.

With a wave of his hand, Fang Lin called the dagger back and then gripped the Daoist in white, taking him into the Supreme Saint Hall.

An expert of the fifth level of Spirit Source was not someone Fang Lin would truly kill just like that. Stabbing his heart with a short sword was merely for the purpose of refining him into a puppet.

The Old Dried Corpse was able to refine the Dragon Family Demon, Long Jiankong, into a Demon Puppet, and Fang Lin also possessed the skill to refine puppets, although not as perverted as the Old Dried Corpse who could even turn a master like Long Jiankong into a puppet.

With Fang Lin’s current ability, he could only refine Spirit Source martial artists into puppets. If they were above the Spirit Source realm, then Fang Lin’s methods were useless, and he could not control those stronger than Spirit Source martial artists.

Fang Lin was now desperately short of manpower. After the death of two Pill Alliance experts, and Zhou Meng being unreliable, Fang Lin had no choice but to refine both the white-robed elder and the woman in green robes into puppets, to become his support.

The method Fang Lin used for puppet refinement naturally involved pills. Among the many pills, there were three kinds considered the most convenient for puppet-making.

The first was the Controlling People Pill, which could refine low-ranked martial artists into puppets.

The second was the Taming Ghost Pill, capable of refining martial artists above the Spirit Bone realm into puppets.

The third was the Taming God Pill, which could refine masters above the Spirit Source realm into puppets.

Fang Lin had once refined Controlling People Pills, but that was a long time ago. Even with a large amount of Controlling People Pills, they were ineffective against the Daoist in white.

Only the Taming Ghost Pill could be effective against the Daoist in white, and a sufficient quantity was needed; one or two pills were completely ineffective.

After all, a fifth layer Spirit Source was considered a master in his own right, not someone you could casually turn into a puppet.

Fang Lin had long prepared the Taming Ghost Pills. These were not too difficult to refine, classified as fifth-grade pills. With Fang Lin’s current skills, this Taming Ghost Pill could almost be mass-produced, available in whatever quantity needed.

At this moment, with the Daoist in white’s heart pierced by Fang Lin, the latter directly sent pill after pill of the Taming Ghost Pill into the shattered heart of the Daoist in white, allowing the pill’s power to fuse directly with the heart.

This was also the best way to use the Taming Ghost Pill. If the martial artist were to ingest it, the effect would not be as direct and rapid as this method.

After consuming thirteen Taming Ghost Pills, the Daoist in white’s skin turned blue-black. He suddenly opened his eyes but they were lifeless, his expression dull.

At Fang Lin’s command, the Daoist in white made movements according to Fang Lin’s orders, extremely obedient.

“It seems that the Taming Ghost Pill is quite effective, within my expectations,” Fang Lin nodded, and by this moment, the Daoist in white was already refined into a puppet by Fang Lin.

As for the woman in the green robe, she naturally could not escape such a fate; Fang Lin turned her into a puppet, stripping her of her own consciousness, able to follow only Fang Lin’s orders, like a walking corpse.

Although such a practice might seem cruel, one must understand that these two individuals were from the Seven Seas, their hands stained with the blood of countless martial artists from the Nine Countries, and if the people from the Seven Seas were to turn someone from the Nine Countries into a puppet, they would certainly do so without any psychological burden, acting on a whim.

After transforming the two into puppets, Fang Lin immediately returned to the Purple Mist Sect and once again entered the ancient cave; he had to have a conversation with the woman inside the cave to see if she was related to the three sects of the Seven Seas.

Upon entering the ancient cave, the woman’s voice echoed, “What are you here for this time?”

Fang Lin looked towards the vague silhouette of the woman in the dark depths and said, “I want to know if you have any connection with the three sects of the Seven Seas?”

As soon as Fang Lin mentioned the three sects of the Seven Seas, the woman fell into a brief silence before sneering, “What? Have you had contact with the people from the sects?”

Fang Lin hummed in affirmation, “Indeed, I’ve had contact with them. They told me they came here to rescue someone, and I guess that someone must be you.”

“Kid, your guess isn’t wrong, the person that the sects want to rescue is indeed me.” The woman did not hide anything, admitting it directly.

With that, Fang Lin’s curiosity intensified; the woman in the ancient cave, a survivor from the era of Fang Lin’s previous life, how could she possibly be involved with the three sects of the Seven Seas? And how did the sects know she was suppressed here?

“What is your relationship with the sects?” Fang Lin asked directly.

“Hah, my relationship with the sects? I don’t mind telling you that without me, there wouldn’t be these so-called three sects of the Seven Seas,” the woman said, her speech tinged with mockery, deriding not just Fang Lin but also herself.

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin was somewhat surprised; without this woman, there were no three sects of the Seven Seas? What did that mean? Could it be that she was the founder of the sects? That seemed unlikely.

To Fang Lin’s knowledge, the existence of the three sects of the Seven Seas spanned as many years as the Nine Countries, and it was hard to say whose history was longer.

The birth of the sects was even more of a mystery, and although the Nine Countries had some records of the sects, they were not detailed. It was only known that the sects had profound legacies, seemingly possessing a group of powerhouses from ancient times.

But how the sects were actually founded might only be known by the sect members themselves.

The woman in the ancient cave was shrouded in mystery; she had told Fang Lin that she was an enemy of the Pill Saint Palace and also said that there were surviving members of the Pill Saint Palace, and more than one at that.

Fang Lin had initially speculated that this woman might have some connection to the Pill Saint Palace, but now, it appeared that the secrets she harbored were likely even greater.

“Are you the founder of the sects?” Fang Lin asked with a frown.

“Founder? Not exactly, but my significance to the sects is almost equivalent to that of a founder. When people from the sects see me, they must pay their respects as if they are meeting the ancestor of the sects,” the woman said, her tone laced with a sense of pride.

Fang Lin’s expression grew more solemn, realizing that if this woman was not spouting nonsense, then the situation had become quite grave.

Someone equivalent to the founder of the sects being suppressed here meant that the sects would send exceedingly powerful individuals for the rescue, and the monk in the golden robe was one such example. Only the Demon Puppet could fend him off.

If more such powerhouses were to come, or even someone from the very top echelons of the sects, could the small Qian Country still exist?