The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1311 - Chapter 1311 Chapter 1410 I Want Freedom

Chapter 1311: Chapter 1410: I Want Freedom Chapter 1311: Chapter 1410: I Want Freedom “First Ginseng of Eternity? No, no, you exude a strong aura of death, not at all like a ginseng that absorbs the essence of heaven and earth,” said the middle-aged man, shaking his head.

The giant radish glared and cursed, “No matter what I am, you’d better let me go, or else when my little brother arrives, be careful he beats you so bad you’ll be scrambling to find your teeth.”

The middle-aged man laughed, “You have a little brother?”

“Of course, what do you think my status is? The little brother I’ve taken under my wing is a big name out there right now. I’m afraid if I told you who, you might wet your pants,” said the radish, who was in fact the thousand-year Corpse Ginseng Old Pickle, looking quite pleased with itself.

“So, tell me, who is this little brother of yours?” the middle-aged man asked, slightly curious.

Corpse Ginseng huffed, putting his hands behind his back in a way that resembled some expert from another world, though Old Pickle did not look the part at all, the more you looked, the sleazier he seemed.

“My little brother is the strongest Pill Refiner under the heavens, only in his twenties, with martial arts prowess unmatched by anyone. How about that, are you scared now? With your kidney-deficient middle-aged face, facing my little brother, you’d definitely realize what ‘awesome’ really means.” Corpse Ginseng said, looking down on the middle-aged man with disdain.

The middle-aged man touched his nose and said, “Sounds pretty impressive.”

“Need I say more? I’m being kind enough to tell you, my little brother has another little brother who is genuinely fearsome, undefeated in combat across the world, a true terror among men. With your scrawny figure, you probably couldn’t withstand even a few punches from my little brother’s little brother,” Corpse Ginseng said with a smug look, making him seem quite significant.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“So, let me go now, take good care of me, and when my little brother arrives, I’ll put in a good word for you so you won’t get thrashed,” Corpse Ginseng said, glancing sideways at the middle-aged man.

“I really should thank you then,” the middle-aged man said, unable to suppress a smile and a grimace.

Just as Corpse Ginseng was about to speak again, he saw the middle-aged man pull out a pitch-black pill furnace, carved with many exotic flowers and plants. Despite its dark color, it looked rather elegant.

The moment Corpse Ginseng saw the pill furnace, he felt uneasy, but he still tried to stay calm and asked lightly, “What are you doing with the pill furnace? Don’t tell me it’s for refining pills for me?”

The middle-aged man nodded, “Indeed, it’s for pill refining, but not to make pills for you. Instead, I’m going to use you as an ingredient in the pills.”

Hearing this, Corpse Ginseng’s expression changed dramatically, protesting hurriedly, “That’s not acceptable, I’m too precious to be used for pill refining!”

But the middle-aged man would not listen to any of Corpse Ginseng’s protests. He reached out and grabbed Corpse Ginseng, giving him no chance to struggle.

“Get in there,” the middle-aged man said as he opened the lid of the furnace and threw the screaming Corpse Ginseng inside.

“You dare disrespect me! When my little brother arrives, he will kill you!”

“Damn it! I’m done for!”

“Mercy, good sir, mercy!”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t light the fire, let’s talk about life and aspirations, shall we?”

“I’m not fit for pill refining. I’ll contaminate your pill furnace, better spare me.”

“Help!!!”

…

Poor Corpse Ginseng, trapped in the pill furnace by the middle-aged man, to be smelted by flames, wanted to be transformed into a pill.

The voice of the thousand-year Corpse Ginseng continuously emanated from within the Pill Furnace, sounding utterly wretched as if it were enduring tremendous pain.

After a while, the voice of the thousand-year Corpse Ginseng remained loud, and the middle-aged man slightly smiled, “It seems that this item possesses some resilience, not easily refined.”

Another long moment passed; the thousand-year Corpse Ginseng ceased its plea for mercy and began to curse profusely, the curses utterly distasteful.

The middle-aged man did not mind; he calmly sat cross-legged before the Pill Furnace, eyes closed, nurturing his spirit while quietly awaiting the moment the thousand-year Corpse Ginseng would be refined.

…

In the Demon Beast Forest, Fang Lin once again located that black-robed woman, who looked at Fang Lin as if she had seen something disgusting, her face full of rejection.

Fang Lin touched his face and smiled, “Am I that frightening?”

The black-robed woman glanced coldly at Fang Lin and thought to herself that getting involved with such a relentless person was truly her misfortune.

“What are you here for again?” the black-robed woman asked in an extremely cold tone.

Fang Lin did not beat around the bush, saying, “I need to trouble you to help me find another person.”

The black-robed woman glared, “I only agreed to help you find one person, and I’ve done so. Don’t bother me anymore.”

“Just help me find one more, just one, how about that? Let’s negotiate,” Fang Lin said cheerfully, his face completely shameless.

Seeing that Fang Lin was intending to pester her endlessly, the black-robed woman ignored him completely, letting him talk as much as he wanted; she would not help him again.

Fang Lin talked nonstop for a long while, but the black-robed woman remained silent, acting as if she hadn’t heard anything.

Now, Fang Lin was somewhat at a loss.

“How about this, I won’t let you help for nothing; I can offer you some benefits.” Fang Lin said, seeing persuasion by emotion was ineffective, he switched to tempting by profit.

The black-robed woman opened her eyes and scoffed coldly, “What benefits can you offer me?”

Fang Lin smiled, “What do you need? Pills? Treasures? Martial Arts? Or something else?”

Hearing this, the black-robed woman showed no emotion; instead, a hint of disappointment flashed across her face as she closed her eyes again.

“What I need is freedom,” the black-robed woman said, her voice revealing boundless desolation.

Hearing this, Fang Lin understood that this woman had been confined here for too long and wanted to leave.

Offering her some tangible benefits was relatively easy, but freedom was much more challenging.

After all, Fang Lin himself was trapped here and did not know how to escape, and this black-robed woman was even the guardian of this place, endowed with a mission and having stayed here for an unknown length of time.

If there had been a chance, she probably would have left long ago; the reason she had not left was likely because she found no opportunity to do so.

Of course, the possibility of taking this woman with him was not entirely nil. If he could hide her in the Supreme Saint Hall and then find a way out, perhaps he could take her to the outside world.

“You don’t need to think about it, for a guardian like me, leaving this place is but a vain hope; moreover, you yourself can’t leave,” the black-robed woman said indifferently, with a hint of mockery.

ps: Second Update