The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1297 - Chapter 1297 Chapter 1396 Yin Wuyans Tactics

Chapter 1297: Chapter 1396: Yin Wuyan’s Tactics Chapter 1297: Chapter 1396: Yin Wuyan’s Tactics “Kid, are you alright?” the Old Dried Corpse’s voice rang out, tinged with a trace of urgency and concern.

Although Fang Lin heard the Old Dried Corpse’s voice, he found it difficult to respond. The intense pain in his mind gave Fang Lin the urge to chop off his own head just to end the suffering.

After Yin Wuyan got her way, she struggled incessantly to break free from the Demon Puppet’s grip, but the Demon Puppet remained motionless, firmly grasping Yin Wuyan’s ankle. Unless Yin Wuyan cut off her own leg, there was simply no way to escape.

However, Yin Wuyan wasn’t in a hurry; she believed her Confucian Secret Skill could kill Fang Lin. Once Fang Lin died, she assumed the puppet would surely release her.

“Little girl, what have you done?” the Old Dried Corpse’s sinister voice startled Yin Wuyan.

“Who’s talking?” Yin Wuyan looked around, but saw no one. She then glanced at the Demon Puppet; could it be talking? That’s impossible, how could a puppet speak?

“I’ll tell you, if anything happens to this kid, you won’t escape with your life either,” the Old Dried Corpse said, resorting to threats.

Originally, the Old Dried Corpse intended to save Fang Lin himself, but discovered he couldn’t enter Fang Lin’s mind. A power was blocking the Old Dried Corpse’s prying eyes.

This power was something the Old Dried Corpse had experienced before. When Fang Lin was at Five Finger Peak, the Old Dried Corpse was temporarily sealed off by this power, unable to perceive the outside world and completely unaware of Fang Lin’s experiences during that time at Five Finger Peak.

It was this very power that was currently protecting Fang Lin’s mind, preventing the Old Dried Corpse from entering and making it extremely difficult to save him.

This power was naturally bestowed upon Fang Lin by his father at Five Finger Peak, initially meant as a precaution against the Old Dried Corpse, Jin Zhulong. But now, it became an obstacle for the Old Dried Corpse in saving Fang Lin.

“Who’s talking? Come out!” Yin Wuyan, however, wasn’t frightened by the Old Dried Corpse. Instead, she shouted defiantly for him to show himself.

The Old Dried Corpse sneered, “Even your master Situ Yue doesn’t dare to be presumptuous in front of me, what makes you think you can, little girl? And your life is in my hands now. If anything happens to Fang Lin, you’ll join him in death.”

Yin Wuyan then clearly heard the sound coming from Fang Lin’s direction and immediately turned to look at him, her eyes filled with suspicion and wariness.

“Who exactly are you?” Yin Wuyan asked. It definitely wasn’t Fang Lin’s voice, and given Fang Lin was currently struck by her Confucian Secret Skill, on the brink of death, it was impossible for him to utter a word.

This meant there was another presence within Fang Lin.

“He’s doomed,” Yin Wuyan declared confidently.

“Aren’t you afraid of dying?” the Old Dried Corpse said ominously.

“Not afraid. The sages of my Confucian school have said, ‘What joy is there in life, what fear in death?’ If you want to kill, then kill. I mean, this guy’s not going to survive anyway, and you can’t save him,” Yin Wuyan stated, her expression remarkably calm.

The Old Dried Corpse hadn’t expected this response. He thought inwardly that this young lass was quite unique, truly unafraid of death and not merely feigning bravery; she was one who genuinely regarded life and death with detachment.

The Old Dried Corpse found himself at an impasse; such threats were ineffective. What was he to do now? Stand by and watch Fang Lin perish just like that?

That was unacceptable. After all, Fang Lin had grown up under the Old Dried Corpse’s watchful eye, laden with great expectations. To see him die now seemed like such a waste to the Old Dried Corpse.

“Little girl, you’re not afraid to die, but are you afraid of men?” the Old Dried Corpse remembered a tactic Fang Lin had once used. Although somewhat shameless, at this point, it was worth a try.

“Men? What’s there to be afraid of?” Yin Wuyan said dismissively. Though she was being held upside down by the Demon Puppet, she appeared to be in control, exuding the confidence of holding a winning hand.

The Old Dried Corpse chuckled, “Little girl, let me tell you, if this kid really dies, I’ll destroy your cultivation and then sell you into the brothel.”

“Brothel? What is that?” Yin Wuyan asked with some confusion.

The Old Dried Corpse was speechless. Could it be that in Seven Seas three sect, there wasn’t even a brothel?

“A brothel is a place where men go to seek pleasure. If you end up inside, you’ll have to entertain guests every day, sleep naked with many men, and they can do whatever they want with you, understand?” the Old Dried Corpse explained, God knows how complicated and helpless the heart of a great Demon Saint felt saying such words.

To think that Jin Zhulong, who once roamed the world with pride and looked down upon all, would ever mention brothels and sleeping with men.

However, these words turned Yin Wuyan’s face deathly pale, and she was finally terrified.

She had no idea what a brothel was, but after the Old Dried Corpse’s explanation, she understood completely.

“You’re shameless!” Yin Wuyan cursed.

The Old Dried Corpse also cursed himself internally. He, a Demon Saint, actually said such shameless words.

But there was no choice. Only by terrifying this girl would there be a chance to save Fang Lin’s life.

“If you don’t want to end up entertaining men, you must ensure his safety. If he dies, your end will be very miserable,” the Old Dried Corpse said.

Yin Wuyan gritted her teeth in anger, her pale face full of fury, “He’s beyond saving, hit by my Confucian secret skill, nobody can save him.”

But as soon as the words left her mouth, she saw him suddenly open his eyes and sit up straight.

His sitting up startled both Yin Wuyan and the Old Dried Corpse.

“Kid, are you okay?” the Old Dried Corpse asked.

Fang Lin said, “It was a close call, but I should be fine now.”

“That’s good to hear,” the Old Dried Corpse sighed in relief.

Yin Wuyan stared with disbelief at Fang Lin, “How is it possible? How could you be fine? You should be dying!”

Yin Wuyan couldn’t believe it. The Confucian secret skill she used was extremely tyrannical, capable of severing the souls of living beings. As long as the cultivation wasn’t too much higher than hers, virtually anyone would die to this move.

Yin Wuyan rarely resorted to this move because she only used it when facing desperate situations. Up until today, she had never encountered such circumstances, which is why she used this secret skill.

But unexpectedly, Fang Lin survived, and from the looks of it, he didn’t seem to be in much trouble, which was something Yin Wuyan found hard to understand.

Fang Lin looked a bit pale, with sweat all over his forehead, and his heart was filled with lingering fear.

Just now, he truly faced a life and death situation, a bizarre power attempting to annihilate his soul.

But what no one knew was that Fang Lin, in his past life, was a Pill Sovereign. Although he had lost everything from his past in this life, there was one thing he didn’t lose.

That was the Pill Sovereign Soul.

PS: Third update

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