The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1365 - Chapter 1365 Chapter 1463 The White-Haired Youth

Chapter 1365: Chapter 1463: The White-Haired Youth Chapter 1365: Chapter 1463: The White-Haired Youth Under the almost kneeling and head-knocking pleas of the Ten-thousand-year Fire Spirit, Fang Lin finally consented with reluctance to enter the Array Eye and proceeded to other arrays.

However, Fang Lin had absorbed a great deal of Fire Power in this land of magma, where perhaps nearly forty percent of the Fire Power had been sapped away by him.

After sending away Fang Lin, the pest, the Ten-thousand-year Fire Spirit felt a surge of relief in its heart, yet the thought of losing nearly forty percent of its Fire Power brought discomfort again.

That was a whole forty percent after all. Although the Fire Power here could slowly recover with the help of the array, it also required time. Who knew how long it would take to recover to its usual state?

Fang Lin left the land of magma quite satisfied, having absorbed enough Fire Power to reach the third level of the Spirit Source. Although he wanted to absorb more, he understood the principle that greed could overburden one’s digestion. Continuing to absorb could indeed have promoted further advancement in his realm, but making continual breakthroughs in such a short time was never very stable.

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When Fang Lin reappeared, he had already arrived at another array, where instead of volcanoes and magma, he was met with a completely different place.

More precisely, this place was unlike the three arrays Fang Lin had previously encountered, but it held no difference from the outside world.

With towering mountains and dense forests and rivers, Fang Lin stood atop a peak, gazing at his surroundings with a sense of trance, as if he had already left The Forest of Mist and returned to the outside world.

However, Fang Lin knew quite clearly that this was still The Forest of Mist, and this place should be one of the Seven-layer Array.

Up to now, Fang Lin had traversed three arrays and experienced quite a number of events. This was the fourth array.

“I wonder if Old Pickle is here?” Fang Lin mused to himself. Although he had encountered many things since entering The Forest of Mist, he had not forgotten his original intention, which was still to find the whereabouts of the elusive Millennium Corpse Ginseng.

Fang Lin looked around and soon left the peak, intending to thoroughly explore this place.

With the experience of the previous three arrays, Fang Lin seemed much more skilled. He took out the golden-furred puppy and let it rest on his shoulder, in case any Demon Beast appeared to attack him.

Ever since the golden-furred puppy narrowly missed killing the Tiger-headed Man in the Second Array, it had been sleeping constantly. Fang Lin had fed it quite a few Demon Cores, and by now, it had mostly recovered its energy.

However, its habit of oversleeping persisted. As long as Fang Lin didn’t call it out, it would stay curled up in the Beast Bag, sleeping soundly.

Descending from the peak, Fang Lin walked through the woods, feeling strange.

He had stayed in that magma land for too long and had been swimming in magma; now he found himself in such a normal place, feeling somewhat unaccustomed.

After walking for a while, Fang Lin didn’t encounter any Demon Beasts, but he did come across quite a number of medicinal herbs. He looked at them briefly before losing interest.

These medicinal herbs were too young. Even if collected, they would be of little use.

After all, Fang Lin’s Supreme Saint Hall contained an ancient medicinal field left by an elder from the Pill Saint Palace, filled with many ancient medicinal herbs dating back ten thousand years–of incalculable value.

Fang Lin had used some of these ancient medicinal herbs to refine Pills, and he also planted some herbs in the medicinal field.

The field had survived many years, with excellent soil quality, brimming with Spiritual Energy. Planting medicinal herbs in this field would ensure quicker growth than elsewhere, and the medicinal effects would be more robust and potent.

Fang Lin didn’t walk far before he encountered another patch of herbs, and this time, they were quite aged, predominantly over a hundred years old.

Fang Lin paused in front of these herbs, picked some particularly rare ones to put in his bag, and then continued onward.

After walking for an hour or so, the scene before him suddenly opened up. On a hillside, there was a dense growth of medicinal herbs–clearly a not-so-small medicinal field.

The air was filled with the rich scent of herbs, neither particularly pleasant nor unpleasant, but a mixture of various smells.

As a Pill Refiner, Fang Lin had a natural interest in medicinal herbs, and he certainly had to take a good look at such a vast field before him.

Drawing closer, Fang Lin suddenly stopped in his tracks because he saw a person picking herbs on the hillside.

Fang Lin furrowed his brow and showed a hint of caution, wondering if this person was the guardian of this place or another outsider like himself.

Regardless, the fact that this person could make it here meant they were no simple character, capable of being either friend or foe.

The youth also noticed Fang Lin’s presence, but didn’t pay much attention at first. After putting the gathered herbs in his bag, only then did he turn to look at Fang Lin.

Fang Lin was stunned, as the youth was unexpectedly young, not more than a teenager, with an immature face yet adorned with white hair.

Truly white hair, as white as spring snow, completely out of the ordinary for such a young person, making it quite jarring to see.

Faced with such an unusual figure, Fang Lin grew more cautious, and his eyes betrayed hostility.

On the other hand, the white-haired youth didn’t show much emotion and appeared serene, first glancing at the golden-furred puppy on Fang Lin’s shoulder, then at Fang Lin.

“Who are you?” Fang Lin and the white-haired youth ended up asking this question at the same time.

“Be careful, this guy is one of the Long-lived Ones,” Old Dried Corpse cautioned.

Hearing this, a look of surprise flitted across Fang Lin’s eyes; he hadn’t expected the white-haired youth to be one of the Long-lived Ones.

“Minor Longevity or Great Longevity?” Fang Lin inquired inwardly, an important distinction, for if it were a Great Longevity, that would be quite terrifying.

“Peak Minor Longevity,” Old Dried Corpse responded.

Fang Lin remained silent; the white-haired youth’s realm made him wary. This was not an easy guy to deal with, and he was definitely not a match for him–it would take the Demon Puppet to subdue him.

“Are you a Pill Refiner?” the white-haired youth asked Fang Lin, his tone gentle.

Fang Lin nodded.

The white-haired youth smiled, “I am a Pill Refiner too.”

“Are you from the Pill Alliance?” Fang Lin asked reflexively upon hearing this.

In this era, aside from the Pill Refiners of the Seven Seas Taoist Sect, other Pill Refiners were basically from the Pill Alliance.

Unexpectedly, the white-haired youth shook his head and said, “I am not from the Pill Alliance.”

Fang Lin was quite taken aback by this revelation. This person wasn’t from the Pill Alliance? That was incredibly hard to believe.

A Minor Longevity expert who was also a Pill Refiner should be a very renowned figure with a high profile in the Pill Alliance.

PS: fifth update