The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1341 - Chapter 1341 Chapter 1440 Feng Haitang

Chapter 1341: Chapter 1440: Feng Haitang Chapter 1341: Chapter 1440: Feng Haitang The person riding the waves was none other than Situ Yue’s mentor, as well as one of the most formidable top echelon martial artists of the Confucian sect, Feng Haitang.

Though Feng Haitang appeared to be in his forties, he had a handsome and distinguished visage and his eyes were remarkably expressive. Dressed in a blue robe that fluttered audibly in the sea breeze, he exuded an air of effortless grace.

“Greetings, Elder Feng!” Dean Lu, severely injured, promptly performed the junior’s salutation to Feng Haitang, his face filled with surprise and excitement.

Situ Yue, too, performed the disciple’s salutation and respectfully said, “Disciple Situ Yue, greets the Master.”

One after another, the Confucian followers from the Sea Saint Institute also made their appearances, greeting Feng Haitang in unison.

Even when Ling Chanzi appeared, only Situ Yue and Dean Lu performed the junior’s salutation. But Feng Haitang’s presence required the entire Sea Saint Institute to pay their respects.

This was quite normal, as Feng Haitang held an eminent seniority within the Confucian sect, demanding that every member of the sect pay homage to him wherever he went.

It could be said that Feng Haitang was one of the highest-ranking elders in the three sects, a contemporary of the legendary Burning Lamp Buddha.

With his hands clasped behind his back and treading upon the giant waves, Feng Haitang approached and first looked toward Ling Chanzi, greeting him with a slight nod.

Ling Chanzi recited “Amitabha Buddha” as a form of returning the gesture.

Then, Feng Haitang turned his attention to Situ Yue, showing a trace of a smile: “My pupil, it has been many years. Your cultivation has greatly improved.”

Situ Yue replied with reverence, “The grace of Master’s teaching, I dare not forget.”

Feng Haitang nodded, then his gaze shifted to Dean Lu.

“Greetings, Elder Feng!” Dean Lu, careful not to delay, bowed as a form of salutation. Despite his grave injuries, he was exceedingly stirred at this moment.

This was Feng Haitang after all, almost a mythological figure within the Confucian sect. Dean Lu, even as one who had lived for a thousand years, had only caught a distant glimpse of Feng Haitang a long time ago.

At that time, Feng Haitang was already among the pinnacle of martial artists in the Confucian sect, receiving boundless respect and admiration from many.

Now, although Dean Lu was the head of the Sea Saint Institute, he still maintained sufficient humility in the presence of this distinguished and long-established elder.

“Your injuries are severe; go and get treatment,” said Feng Haitang calmly.

Upon hearing this, Dean Lu didn’t utter another word, saluted Feng Haitang once more, and flew back to the Sea Saint Institute.

As for the sixteen Sea Saint Institute experts, they were now floating above the sea surface, but all of them were dead, with no trace of life left.

Feng Haitang naturally saw these sixteen bodies as well, but his expression did not show anger; instead, it was exceptionally somber.

With a wave of his hand, the sixteen bodies were lifted from the sea and returned to the Sea Saint Institute.

When the bodies arrived back, a wave of mournful cries echoed throughout the Sea Saint Institute.

These were sixteen strong fighters nearing the Minor Longevity realm, many of whom had the potential to advance further into the true Minor Longevity realm.

But now, all sixteen experts were dead, not one of them left alive. The Sea Saint Institute had suffered a severe blow, and not just a small one.

It could be said that with these sixteen experts dead, it would probably take the Institute a hundred years to recover its strength, and it might even be surpassed by other powers, potentially losing its status as one of the four great Confucian factions.

The architect of this disaster was none other than the East Pole Heaven King.

Although Feng Haitang didn’t originate from the Sea Saint Institute, he still had some connections with it. Seeing the Institute face such a calamity, it was impossible for him to not be angered.

However, Feng Haitang was after all a mature and composed individual. He had reached the level where neither joy nor anger showed on his face–no matter how angry he was internally, he could still talk and laugh as if nothing was wrong, and his demeanor did not reveal any of his feelings.

“Feng Haitang, you old immortal, I thought you had died in some damp and dark corner,” said the East Pole Heaven King provocatively as soon as he spoke, trying to agitate Feng Haitang.

Feng Haitang remained expressionless and replied, “I haven’t died yet, to your disappointment.”

The East Pole Heaven King laughed, “That isn’t disappointing at all. Since you’re not dead, then my trip here is well-justified. Just in time to send you on your way.”

He then turned to look at Ling Chanzi: “And you, your elder brother, the great Monk Burning Lamp is already dead. Why do you linger so pitifully? You should reunite with your brother in Buddha’s embrace sooner rather than later.”

Ling Chanzi, with a smile on his face, did not become angry. Feng Haitang remained impassive, completely ignoring the East Pole Heaven King’s nearly insulting provocation as though he hadn’t heard it at all.

However, Situ Yue was quite enraged and shouted, “East Pole, do you think there’s no one in our three sects who can kill you?”

The East Pole Heaven King sneered and contemptuously looked at Situ Yue: “Unless you’re able to dig up those dead people, I’m afraid there really isn’t anyone who could kill me.”

The “dead people” the East Pole Heaven King referred to were, of course, the departed elders of the three sects. His words were arrogantly dismissive, not taking the current experts of the three sects seriously at all.

“East Pole, you didn’t win that battle many years ago,” Feng Haitang said.

The East Pole Heaven King looked at Feng Haitang and grinned, “You weren’t my equal back then, only managing to last a hundred moves against me. If the fight had continued, are you sure you would have held on?”

Feng Haitang’s expression was unchanged: “Back then, your cultivation was a notch above mine, but now, I am no weaker than you.”

“Have you reached the Immortal realm?” the East Pole Heaven King bluntly asked.

Feng Haitang answered, “Half-step Immortal. Is that enough to fight you?”

Upon hearing this, the East Pole Heaven King clicked his tongue in disdain, the scorn clear on his face, as if he was about to roll his eyes.

“A mere Half-step Immortal who hasn’t achieved the true Immortal body, what are you worth? You dare to strut before me?” The East Pole Heaven King said with utter condescension, making the highly esteemed martial artist Feng Haitang seem utterly worthless.

Only the East Pole Heaven King would dare to belittle Feng Haitang like this; anyone else wouldn’t even dare to breathe too heavily in his presence.

“I, too, am merely at the level of Half-step Immortal, it is indeed shameful, and I am not in any position to compare with you, East Pole Patron,” said Ling Chanzi, his tone neither humble nor arrogant.

The East Pole Heaven King hummed lightly: “Two Half-step Immortals… It seems the three sects are really struggling, without a single Immortal realm? I recall there were one or two many years ago.”

“And what about the Nine Countries? Besides yourself, are there any other Immortals?” asked Feng Haitang coldly.

“Indeed, in the Nine Countries, I’m the only Immortal, lonely as a snowfall, the heights are too cold,” he said with a self-mocking tone. “That’s why I came to visit the three sects, to see if anyone could be my match. Unfortunately, there is none.”

“I, along with this Monk, are sufficient to fight you,” Feng Haitang declared.

Ling Chanzi did not speak further, but he too was readying himself, taking nothing lightly.

ps: Third update