The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1462 - Chapter 1462 Chapter 1560 Old Farmer

Chapter 1462: Chapter 1560: Old Farmer Chapter 1462: Chapter 1560: Old Farmer How mysterious is Hidden Kill Hall?

It is a terrifying force, its existence spanning countless years, seemingly predating the formation of the Nine Countries. This dark-hidden power has long been established.

The Nine Countries have made multiple coordinated attempts to eradicate Hidden Kill Hall, but after each campaign, Hidden Kill Hall resurfaces like stubborn weeds.

To this day, the true size of Hidden Kill Hall and the number of Assassins it harbors remain secrets. Even the Western Moon King, who has connections with Hidden Kill Hall, knows only bits and pieces about it.

The Western Moon King also understands that collaborating with Hidden Kill Hall is akin to dealing with a tiger for its hide, but now that he’s on this path, it’s difficult to turn back.

The Western Moon King once tentatively tried to inquire about the affairs of the Hidden Kill Hall Master, but no matter whom he spoke with from Hidden Kill Hall, any conversation involving their superiors was met with ignorance or tight-lipped secrecy, revealing nothing of value to the Western Moon King.

The reputation of Hidden Kill Hall’s four great Assassins is widely known, causing Martial Artists to pale at the mention, and no one dares speak too much about the four great Assassins.

However, even these four Assassins, named Wind, Thunder, Water, and Fire, do not hold the highest positions within Hidden Kill Hall.

Wind, Thunder, Water, and Fire are merely the Assassins who kill the most; above them, there are even more mysterious and skilled experts of Hidden Kill Hall.

Such as the master of the four, known to some old-generation powerhouses as the Green Robe Guest, is a terrifying force within Hidden Kill Hall.

The skills of the four great Assassins were all taught by Green Robe Guest, who himself has made scarce appearances; his last known interference was over a thousand years ago.

Besides Green Robe Guest, there are many mysterious and powerful figures in Hidden Kill Hall, and the Hidden Kill Hall Master, the true controller of this fearsome secret organization, has never shown his face.

Even after numerous extermination efforts by the Nine Countries, this profoundly mysterious Hall Master has never been unearthed.

Some suspect whether the Hidden Kill Hall Master truly exists?

Or perhaps, this so-called Hall Master has indeed made appearances but remains unrecognized.

Many forces within the Nine Countries have exerted effort to track down this mysterious Hidden Kill Hall Master, whether by infiltrating Hidden Kill Hall or by interrogating captured Hidden Kill Hall Assassins, but all such methods have yielded no results.

The most unimaginable thing is, even the members of Hidden Kill Hall have no idea who the so-called Hall Master actually is.

The only relatively active notable figures in Hidden Kill Hall are just the likes of the Green Robe Guest.

Hidden Kill Hall’s Hall Master has seemingly become an unsolvable mystery.

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In a hut built in a rural and wild field lazes an ugly old man akin to an old farmer, lying on a battered reclining chair under the hut, leisurely sipping rough tea and humming an indistinct rural tune.

The old man has distinctive features; “features” here meaning that he is quite unattractive.

Of course, he isn’t so unattractive that he’s unbearable to look at. This dark, skinny old man actually has nice teeth–quite white and evenly aligned, without a single one missing or yellowed.

Perhaps it’s because this old farmer is so dark that his two rows of teeth appear especially white when he laughs.

The dark-skinned old farmer squinted one eye and kept the other wide open, glancing at the sky above while muttering under his breath.

“Another big wind and heavy rain, my fields of corn will suffer.” The old farmer’s face showed worry, and he guzzled several mouthfuls of tea, feeling his mouth and tongue dry no matter how much he drank.

“Hei, slacking off and napping again?” A nearby farmer walked by, smiling and greeting the dark and grim-faced old farmer.

The thin, dark-skinned old farmer waved his hand: “Go about your business.”

As a few farmers carrying farming tools walked on, a refined gentleman dressed in a green robe and holding a folding fan approached them.

Hardly literate and inexperienced, the farmers quickly made way, fearing they might offend what appeared to be a young master from a prominent city family.

The green-robed scholar appeared very gentle and courteous. He nodded to the farmers who made way, leaving them somewhat at a loss for how to respond, only able to pass by with a sheepish grin.

Under the thatched hut, the thin, dark-skinned old farmer glanced at the green-robed scholar and muttered some indecent curses under his breath.

“Hope all is well.” The green-robed scholar walked under the hut and casually took out a small stool from inside as he spoke.

“Seeing you usually means no good, my corn isn’t harvested yet, don’t bother me with anything else.” The thin, dark-skinned old man said irritably, glaring sideways.

The green-robed scholar didn’t seem to mind and simply smiled slightly: “After we finish the task, it won’t be too late to harvest your corn. It’s growing so well, nothing adverse will happen.”

“Bullshit!” The dark-skinned old farmer suddenly sat up and stared at the green-robed scholar with wide eyes.

“Last time I was away on a task, when I got back, some damned brat had ruined my cornfield. It was a mess, and I almost tore down my house in anger,” the dark-skinned old farmer said furiously.

The green-robed scholar gave a wry smile: “It’s just some corn; you’ve been planting for many years, haven’t you had enough?”

The old farmer took a gulp of tea at those words, then responded, “Not enough. I reckon even on the day I die, I’ll still be worried about my cornfield. If I really die, this field might be left to others, and who knows if they’ll continue planting corn. If they do, I’d die a bit more contented.”

The green-robed scholar nodded and looked at the thriving cornfield, speaking, “If it wasn’t necessary, I wouldn’t have come to find you.”

“So, what is it that you want me to do?” The dark-skinned old farmer asked, looking resigned.

With a wave of his hand, the green-robed scholar tossed a scroll to the dark-skinned old farmer.

The old farmer caught the scroll and swiftly unrolled it.

Before his eyes was a woman dressed in red garments with flaming red hair, wearing a Kylin mask captivating in grace, able to outshine others through the veil of the mask.

Unfortunately, the coarse and unsophisticated farmer didn’t understand art. After staring for a while, he asked, “What about her?”

“The person in the painting is the Hall Master of the Sky Swallowing Palace, and she is currently our biggest target at Hidden Kill Hall,” said the green-robed scholar.

“Sky Swallowing Palace? What the hell is that? Never heard of it.” The old farmer snorted and carelessly rolled up the scroll, tossing it back to the green-robed scholar.

“This matter is no small affair, besides you, I need to contact others as well.” The green-robed scholar picked up the scroll, turned, and left.

***

Within the Sacred Tree, Fang Lin’s physical body was already half-formed, and around the True Dragon Demon Bone, dragon shadows swirled, frequently wrapping around Fang Lin.

Although Fang Lin’s body had yet to fully materialize, it was visibly regenerating at a rapid rate. It wouldn’t take long for his physical form to reach perfection.

ps: The fourth update, continue tomorrow, free on the 21st, major developments on the 22nd, it’s a bit rushed, need to prepare drafts. The explosion is not just in the quantity of updates, but the plot is also reaching a climax.

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