The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 440: The Skill of Old Pickle

“Kid, don’t think I’m easily bullied. When I get mad, even I am afraid of myself. So, don’t provoke my anger!” The thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng trembled as it spoke.

Fang Lin burst into laughter and grabbed the Corpse Ginseng, stuffing it into Shenlong Cauldron.

“Ahh!!! It’s burning me to death! My skin is cracking!” Flames leaped from the Pill Furnace, causing the Corpse Ginseng to scream. Its facial expressions seemed twisted with agony.

Fang Lin took a look but found no trace of any sign of harm on the Corpse Ginseng. Not even a single whisker was missing.

“So, having absorbed so much corpse energy, there should be some changes, right?” Fang Lin asked cheerfully.

Corpse Ginseng suppressed its aggrieved look, its legs dangling. It irritably responded, “Get me out first before we talk.”

Fang Lin then grabbed it out of the flames.

Corpse Ginseng glared resentfully at Fang Lin but obediently calmed down. Reluctantly, it said, “This time, I won’t argue with you. Watch closely, let this lord show you a little something.”

Fang Lin also displayed a hopeful look and let it go.

The Corpse Ginseng landed on the ground, shouted, then took off running.

“Freedom for this lord! I’m done with playing with you!” The Corpse Ginseng ran fast and in the blink of an eye, it was about to escape the yard.

Fang Lin did not move at all, simply watching the Corpse Ginseng coolly and did not intend to stop it.

Bang!

Next moment, the Corpse Ginseng slammed into an invisible array barrier and was bounced back by its force.

Enraged to no end, the Corpse Ginseng stared at Fang Lin with sleazy eyes.

“Want to go back into the Pill Furnace and play again?” Fang Lin threatened.

The Corpse Ginseng finally gave in. It realized that it couldn’t win against Fang Lin and always ended up disciplined.

Feeling pitiful about its tragic fate, it lamented, “How did I end up at the mercy of a green boy after having lived so long?”

“Kid, watch carefully because I’ll only do this once. If you miss it, don’t blame me,” the Corpse Ginseng said as it seemed to be gathering strength.

Fang Lin eyed it suspiciously, thinking that the Corpse Ginseng must be up to something.

Suddenly, white smoke emerged from the Corpse Ginseng, and a figure stepped out from the smoke.

When Fang Lin set his eyes on the figure, he was stunned and nearly let out a gasp.

“Oh my God!” Fang Lin blurted out, staring shocked at the figure.

It was an exact replica of Fang Lin, wearing his clothes, sporting his face and even exuding his aura. It was disturbingly accurate.

If it wasn’t for its sleazy face, Fang Lin would have begun to question his existence.

“Hahaha! How was that? Was this lord’s power shocking? Have you been conquered by this lord?” the Corpse Ginseng in the form of Fang Lin laughed wildly, extremely pleased with itself, as Fang Lin’s mouth twitched.

“Impressive! Are you limited to transforming into just me or can you transform into anyone else at will? Can you imitate their powers and skills too?” Fang Lin asked quickly.

Without responding, the Corpse Ginseng turned into Han Yinyue with a bang.

Fang Lin was taken aback while the Corpse Ginseng looked even more pleased and morphed into Dugu Nian.

“Enough! Stop changing. You’re making my head spin. Can you just change your appearance or can you imitate their skills too?” Fang Lin waved his hand.

The Corpse Ginseng, now as Dugu Nian, snickered, “I can imitate their skills, but the higher their level, the more difficult it is to change into them and the shorter I can stay in their form. I can stay as you for three days and nights.”

Fang Lin was speechless. He was already powerful, wasn’t he? How dared this old pickle depreciate him?

“You better change back,” Fang Lin requested, finding it odd to observe the sleazy expression on Dugu Nian’s face.

With a ‘bang’, the Corpse Ginseng turned back into its original form, hands on hip, looking extremely smug.

Fang Lin was secretly amazed, he didn’t expect the Corpse Ginseng to possess this ability. He found it especially useful and appreciated that he made a wise decision to take it with him from the Endless Dungeon.

“Can you change into a demon beast as well?” Fang Lin asked curiously, intending to discover the full extent of Corpse Ginseng’s abilities.

Scratching its head, the Corpse Ginseng replied, “I can change into a demon beast too, but I can’t stay in that form as long as I can as a human.”

Fang Lin made mental notes of its abilities.

Still, he continued watching the Corpse Ginseng suspiciously, “Old Pickle, are you hiding something from me?”

Indignant, the Corpse Ginseng responded, “How could I? I’m upright and forthright. Do I look like the kind of person who would hide things?”

Fang Lin scoffed, “You’re not even a person.”

Corpse Ginseng: “···”

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A month later, the Han sisters visited Fang Lin again. For a month now, Han Yinyue has been applying acupuncture to Han Xiaoxing and the pills given by Fang Lin have been finished. Therefore, they came back seeking his medical help.

Han Xiaoxing’s condition has improved significantly. She can now see vague impressions people, although not entirely clear yet. But compared to the complete darkness she used to live in, this was a great stride forward.

After Fang Lin examined Han Xiaoxing, he concluded that though she won’t be completely healed before the inter-country competition, she should be able to see just enough.

Such news naturally exhilarated the Han sisters, especially Han Xiaoxing, who can’t deny the excitement growing inside her.

Only those who have experienced desolate darkness can yearn for light, a sentiment that those with normal vision can never understand.

Fang Lin handed two types of pills to Han Yinyue and taught her a set of qi channel-pushing techniques to apply to Han Xiaoxing once daily to expedite her recovery.

The Han sisters thanked Fang Lin gratefully before leaving. To them, Fang Lin was their benefactor.

Only two more months remained until the inter-country competition, and Fang Lin received a summon from Han Luoyun to meet him in the backyard of Purple Mist Peak.

Upon arriving in the backyard, Fang Lin saw Han Luoyun standing on a slope with his hands behind his back.

“Master.” Fang Lin greeted as he bowed.

Han Luoyun turned around, smiled at Fang Lin, and replied, “No need for formalities. In a way, you are a benefactor of the Han family. Xiaoxing’s eyes are improving thanks to you.”

Fang Lin smiled, “I just did what I could.”

Han Luoyun nodded, then suddenly said, “I have something to tell you.”