The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 233: A Lamb to the Slaughter?

Translator: 549690339

Qing Jianzi, having exhausted his inner strength, sat paralyzed on the ground with a face as pale as gold paper. However, at this moment, his eyes were wide and he looked horrified as he watched Fang Lin on the back of the Lizard Demon Beast.

Fang Lin was constantly spewing blood. Each time he pulled out a bit more, a mouthful of fresh blood splurted out. It seemed as if he was wilting with each passing moment.

Still, he did not let go. He gritted his teeth and struggled desperately to pull out the sharp end bit by bit.

The Lizard Demon Beast’s body was trembling, as though it was enduring great pain, issuing miserable cries from its mouth.

As the bloody longsword was continuously drawn out, the body of the Lizard Demon Beast shriveled visibly.

Fang Lin finally understood why the sword was embedded in the demon beast’s body. It was using the life force of the Lizard Demon Beast to nourish it continuously.

Furthermore, Fang Lin could also feel that this Lizard Demon Beast was not merely of the Three Transformations realm; it was a powerful demon beast from the Fifth Transformations realm. Most of its energy had been suppressed by the sword, allowing it to exhibit only the strength of the Three Transformations realm.

When the sword was about to be drawn out, the mission of the Lizard Demon Beast would be complete—its lifeblood would be entirely absorbed by the bloody longsword in a few breaths.

It could be said that once Fang Lin pulled out the bloody longsword, the Lizard Demon Beast’s death would be imminent.

Just as the longsword was almost entirely drawn out, Fang Lin felt that the weight of the sword seemed to increase dramatically. No matter how much effort he put in, he found it difficult to extract it completely from the beast.

The Lizard Demon Beast also began to shake violently at this point. Fang Lin stumbled, kneeling on the back of the Lizard Demon Beast.

Fang Lin was gritting his teeth, he couldn’t just give up now when he was so close to success.

Fang Lin steeled himself and poured all his inner strength into his hands, wielding all the strength he could muster.

“Stand up!” Fang Lin roared, his voice hoarse. Drops of blood oozing from the pores all over his body, two trails of blood flowed from his eyes, dripping down his cheeks.

With a bang!

Finally, amidst a startling light, the blood-colored longsword was pulled out by Fang Lin, and the body of the lizard demon beast instantly became a dry corpse.

With a bitter smile, Fang Lin, clutching the bloody longsword, collapsed atop the carcass of the Lizard Demon Beast. His vision was awash in red, he could see nothing else. His consciousness wavered, and he was ready pass out at any moment.

However, Fang Lin continued to struggle, pulling out a bottle of pills from the Nine Palace Bag. He swallowed several hurriedly, and his body finally felt slightly better.

The bloody longsword was emitting a strange glow, lying quietly in Fang Lin’s hand, appearing oddly compliant.

“This damned thing, almost cost me my life,” Fang Lin muttered. But the result was still favorable; at least he had obtained the sword.

At this moment, Qing Jianzi had recovered a little and called out, “Fang Lin, are you still alive?”

Fang Lin managed to respond, “I should be able to live for now.”

Qing Jianzi, hearing Fang Lin’s voice, let out a long sigh of relief.

Fang Lin was lying on the carcass of the Lizard Demon Beast, his breathing was weak, and he was covered in blood. One glance at him would make anybody think he was dead.

After a while, Fang Lin felt his consciousness clearing. The pills he had swallowed earlier were starting to take effect.

With a struggle, Fang Lin sat up. His vision was clear once again, no longer seeing just red.

Fang Lin held the longsword in his hand, examining it carefully, his face full of affection.

“What a wonderful evil sword. Before it was sealed here, it must have drunk the blood of many creatures. And then it was nurtured by the body of this Fifth Transformations demon beast, I don’t know for how many years, giving this sword an intense evil aura. It is truly a divine weapon,” Fang Lin was full of admiration as he admired the sword. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. Although it was an evil sword, Fang Lin didn’t care about that; as long as it was a treasure.

At the place where the hilt and blade of the sword meet, Fang Lin saw two ant-sized marks, which seemed to be the name of the sword. However, these two characters seemed to have been deliberately erased by someone and were no longer recognizable.

Fang Lin didn’t really care about it, his face brimming with delighted satisfaction. The regret of losing the thousand-year Ginseng had been compensated for.

At that moment, Qing Jianzi managed to walk over slowly. Seeing Fang Lin covered in blood, he was startled. Soon, however, his attention was diverted to the bloody longsword.

“Such a strong smell of blood, this sword is not likely a benign object,” Qing Jianzi said, somewhat taken aback.

Fang Lin smiled, “Who cares if it’s benign or malignant. The important thing is that it’s a treasure.”

Qing Jianzi, upon hearing this, nodded. He didn’t have any particular thoughts about it. After all, the sword was something that Fang Lin had risked his life to obtain. Despite being a sword enthusiast himself, he was not about to rob someone when they were at a disadvantage.

“Fang Lin, your injuries are not serious, right?” Qing Jianzi asked, looking concerned at the sight of Fang Lin’s pitiful state.

Fang Lin shook his head. Although he looked pitiful, he was just excessively bleeding and didn’t have any severe injuries.

Moreover, Fang Lin had also brought a lot of pills which could heal his injuries rapidly, so it wouldn’t cause any significant impact on him.

With a swish!

A silver light appeared abruptly. Qing Jianzi’s face changed dramatically. But his inner strength had been greatly depleted and was unable to muster up any strength to resist.

In an instant, Fang Lin tapped the Nine Palace Bag. A jade slip flew out and shattered immediately.

Hum!

A light curtain enveloped the two of them. The silver light hit the light curtain forcefully, causing it to flicker several times.

“Hehe, how the tables have turned. I didn’t expect I, Gu Hanshan, to have such luck,” a casual laughter sounded. Fang Lin and Qing Jianzi’s expressions changed, looking grim as they looked towards the direction of the voice.

Gu Hanshan appeared not far away, a smile on his face, his eyes cold.

Fang Lin cursed inwardly. This Gu Hanshan was truly devious, having not left but instead chosen to appear at this moment.

Qing Jianzi’s heart sank to its lowest point, too. Both of them, one without any internal strength left and the other severely injured, barely had any ability to protect themselves. Gu Hanshan shows up at this time, which was like sentencing them to death.

Gu Hanshan approached with each step like he was looking down on them. He glanced contemptuously at the light that protected them: “Can this array stop me?”

With a stern voice, Qing Jianzi yelled, “Gu Hanshan, what are you going to do?”

With a playful expression on his face, Gu Hanshan replied, “What do I want to do? Surely, you two realize by now?”

Upon hearing this, Qing Jianzi and Fang Lin both silently cursed, realizing that Gu Hanshan would indeed take action against them.

“Gu Hanshan, you better think twice about what you’re doing!” Fang Lin retorted, his bleak gaze fixed on him.

Gu Hanshan had a deep hatred for Fang Lin, but he didn’t act rashly at this moment. Instead, he smirked asking, “Do you two still have a few tricks up your sleeves? I’ve observed everything. You two are nothing more than lambs ready for slaughter!”

“Oh? Is that so?” Fang Lin suddenly laughed.