The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1799 - 1896: The Cruelty of Pill Saint Palace

Chapter 1799: Chapter 1896: The Cruelty of Pill Saint Palace

Fang Lin naturally didn’t believe Cheng Qingyu would really tell him anything; more likely, it was a trap.

So Fang Lin didn’t go to the so-called Inner Court Thirteenth Pill Refining Room at all and didn’t take it seriously. Every day, he went about his usual activities.

Since then, Cheng Qingyu hasn’t come to find Fang Lin again, and it’s rare to bump into him even at the Maplewood Alchemy Court.

Before he knew it, Fang Lin had been at the Pill Saint Palace for almost half a year.

During these six months, Fang Lin was no different from ordinary disciples of the Pill Saint Palace, except for initially consecutively promoting to become a Five Cauldrons Pill Refiner. There were no other outstanding performances; he was even more low-key than most disciples, spending more time cultivating alone at his residence and hardly seen for four or five days at a time.

This inevitably made Ouyang Han, who originally had high hopes for Fang Lin, a bit disappointed. After all, Fang Lin’s consecutive promotions, directly jumping to the Five Cauldrons Pill Refiner, surprised Ouyang Han, making him think his White Phoenix Hall had found a treasure.

But Fang Lin’s subsequent performance was rather mediocre, completely lacking the initial surprise, and Ouyang Han gradually stopped paying too much attention to Fang Lin.

Of course, Fang Lin still had the status of a Five Cauldrons Pill Refiner, so regardless of how low-key he was at the White Phoenix Hall, his resources and expected privileges would not be reduced. Meeting other disciples of lower Pill Refiner ranks, they would respectfully call Fang Lin "Lin Senior Brother."

He kept such a low profile to avoid attracting too much attention. After all, being in such a giant entity like the Pill Saint Palace, every move and word could be watched by countless eyes. Fang Lin dared not remain in the spotlight, so he remained reclusive for several months to tone down his presence. View the correct content at fr\eewe.bn(o)v\el.c(o)m

Of course, Fang Lin didn’t completely hide away, visiting the Maplewood Alchemy Court quite frequently, though his purpose was to find an opportunity to clash with Cheng Qingyu.

Unfortunately, Cheng Qingyu didn’t appear much at the Maplewood Alchemy Court either, seemingly avoiding Fang Lin after he missed their appointment once.

Invisibly, the two maintained a strange tacit understanding, neither making impulsive moves nor doing anything to the other.

However, both Fang Lin and Cheng Qingyu understood this tranquility wouldn’t last long; eventually, one of them would break this peace.

After half a year of intense cultivation, Fang Lin had refined several batches of pills for himself, including one batch of six-grade pills, significantly improving his cultivation over these six months.

Although he hadn’t reached the Immortal realm, he was already at the Great Longevity peak cultivation, and even his previously reduced life span had substantially recovered.

Initially, Fang Lin had his cultivation sealed by that mysterious person—the Hidden Kill Hall Master—and went to the Great Sage Equal to Heaven for help resolving the seal.

Though the seal was broken, Fang Lin’s life span was severely affected, leaving him with less than two hundred years.

Later, Fang Lin stabilized his dwindling lifespan through pill refining, preventing further loss but still unable to fully solve the problem.

Up until now, Fang Lin’s breakthrough in realm had restored much of his lifespan, but he remained far from full recovery.

Fang Lin felt that without truly entering the Immortal realm, he would only live for about a thousand years, considering he had lost too much lifespan, a recovery not achievable overnight.

A thousand years of life, even for Spirit Source Martial Artists, wasn’t considered particularly long-lived. Moreover, Fang Lin already at the Great Longevity peak would only live a thousand years; it was quite restrictive.

Fortunately, Fang Lin was no longer too concerned about lifespan issues; he felt confident he could successfully break through to the Immortal realm within a millennium.

Currently, Fang Lin was more troubled not by lifespan but by the question of what to accomplish in this era.

At present, Fang Lin was still in a headless fly-like state—the anxiety and pressure in his heart increasing daily, surpassed only by persistent cultivation to divert his focus.

Having been at the Pill Saint Palace for nearly half a year, Fang Lin estimated the unified assessment for new disciples was imminent.

In the Pill Saint Palace, all new disciples who had been there for half a year underwent a unified assessment. Those who passed could stay at the palace, and failing was not a big issue—they would have another assessment a month later. Passing the second time would mean no worries.

But if they failed the second chance, their identity as Pill Saint Palace disciples would be revoked, and they’d be sent back from where they came.

This rule exists to prevent new disciples from thinking entering the Pill Saint Palace allows them a carefree pass.

Entering the Pill Saint Palace is only the beginning; there, the competition will be even more ruthless. Resources and status are reserved for talented and capable individuals. Those wanting to laze around and find a way at the palace—the parasites—will definitely be eliminated without hesitation.

Those who remain in the Pill Saint Palace are genuine hard-working individuals in Alchemy Tao, not those lacking ambition, who won’t stay long at the palace.

Even if someone related to an elder wants to laze around in the Pill Saint Palace, openly enjoying resources, it’s impossible—everyone is regarded equally, even the Great Elder’s grandson would be removed when necessary.

In Fang Lin’s previous life, after entering the Pill Saint Palace, the Old Palace Master candidly stated in front of Fang Qingye that if Fang Lin idly squandered time at the Pill Saint Palace, they would swiftly dismiss him. Then, even a revered Martial Lord like Fang Qingye could only nod without further comment.

Not even the Martial Lord Fang Qingye’s son is exempted; Pill Saint Palace basically doesn’t allow for favoritism—everything is based on strength.

Fang Lin wasn’t particularly concerned about this assessment; he could pass such an assessment even with his eyes closed.

When the assessment day arrived, over a hundred new disciples from the same period as Fang Lin gathered in the main hall at the White Phoenix Hall.

Fang Lin stood among the crowd, observing those around him; nearly everyone wore a serious expression, with few relaxed individuals.

After all, these people were still young and had only been at the Pill Saint Palace for six months, not really knowing how difficult the assessment would be, naturally feeling nervous.

Ouyang Han didn’t appear; she took some of the exceptional White Phoenix Hall disciples to participate in the elite disciple competition among the nine sub-halls, a matter more important than the new disciple assessment, requiring her presence.

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