The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1585: Chapter 1683: Someone Took a Fall

Wu Zhen, who had been standing behind Wu Qiong all this time, was so frightened that he almost sat down on the ground, completely unaware of when Fang Lin had appeared.

Cheng Jinhai felt the same, his complexion suddenly changed upon seeing Fang Lin appear here, without seeing how he came in, as if he had materialized out of thin air.

However, Cheng Jinhai was also secretly relieved, thankful that he had not loosened his tongue, otherwise, he feared that he would have been overheard by Master Fang.

Wu Qiong’s face darkened, and the cold smile on his face grew even denser.

“My shoulders are not for just anyone to touch,” Wu Qiong said with a smile on his lips, yet his tone carried a deep chill.

Fang Lin, with a smile in his eyes, softly voiced an “oh”, then forcefully pressed down on Wu Qiong’s hand.

This force turned Wu Qiong’s face even more unsightly; as Fang Lin exerted pressure, his shoulder felt as if it was about to shatter, in extreme pain, with bones cracking audibly, seeming as though if Fang Lin put just a bit more strength, his entire shoulder would be ruined.

“Fang Lin, what are you trying to do? This is the Tang Capital, do you really want to make a move here?” Wu Qiong coldly shouted, despite the severe pain in his shoulder, he maintained his composure, not losing his demeanor.

Fang Lin’s expression remained unchanged, completely ignoring Wu Qiong’s words, gradually increasing the force in his hand.

Visibly, Wu Qiong’s left arm began to tremble uncontrollably, his complexion grew pale, and the intense pain was becoming unbearable for him.

Wu Zhen behind him quickly stood up, cautiously saying, “Master Fang, I hope you would show some mercy.”

Fang Lin did not even look at Wu Zhen as he cursed, “What are you worth? Get lost.”

Wu Zhen was dumbstruck and then silently retreated to the side, not daring to say another word.

Wu Qiong, gnashing his teeth in anger, cursed in his heart calling them good-for-nothings, and in a flicker of thought, his other hand fiercely reached out towards Fang Lin behind him.

“You dare to strike back?” Fang Lin sneered, letting that hand of Wu Qiong come towards him, and then he fiercely kicked Wu Qiong’s leg.

With that, Wu Qiong’s body could no longer stand upright, and he knelt on the ground as both knees pained.

“Fang Lin! I swear to be irreconcilable with you!” Wu Qiong roared furiously, eyes bloodshot, desperately struggling to stand up.

Bang!

Fang Lin’s approach was even more ruthless, directly grabbing Wu Qiong by the head and smashed it hard onto the ground.

With this, Wu Qiong was battered disoriented, his vision swirling and blood oozing from his mouth and nose.

Wu Zhen was terrified, watching the Alchemy Tao talent of his family brutally beaten on the ground without any power to resist.

Cheng Jinhai’s eyelids too twitched wildly; this Master Fang was truly no ordinary person, dealing with Wu Family’s talent Wu Qiong as if it was nothing, straightforward and decisive.

“What right do you have to say you’ll be irreconcilable with me here? And to say that I am merely reputed? Say it again and see?” Fang Lin spoke coldly, his hand grabbing Wu Qiong’s hair, pinning him down on the ground.

Wu Qiong’s expression was ferocious as he tried to gather his Inner Strength for resistance.

Unfortunately, Wu Qiong was merely at the Spirit Bone stage of cultivation, how could he resist Fang Lin?

In front of Fang Lin, Wu Qiong was evidently weak, and had Wu Qiong not spoken disrespectfully, Fang Lin would not have even thought of teaching him a lesson.

Wu Qiong horrifyingly realized that he had no power to resist against Fang Lin, whose strength was truly terrifying.

Yet even so, Wu Qiong did not submit. The loftiness of his spirit was beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

“If you are capable, kill me right here, let’s see if you, Fang Lin, have the guts?” Wu Qiong shouted wildly.

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared at the corner of Fang Lin’s mouth.

“Do you really consider yourself so important? Think I wouldn’t dare to kill you? I’ve even stormed through the Seven Seas Taoist Sect, what are you in front of me?” Fang Lin laughed loudly, grabbing Wu Qiong’s neck and lifting him up in his hand.

Wu Qiong couldn’t breathe, let alone break free from Fang Lin’s grip, his eyes filled with resentment glaring intensely at Fang Lin.

Cheng Jinhai stood aside, unsure whether he should step in and say a few words.

Wu Zhen was too scared by Fang Lin to speak, and could only watch helplessly from the side.

Even, Wu Zhen secretly hoped that Fang Lin would kill Wu Qiong, so that without this oppression from Wu Qiong, there might come a day for him to rise in the Wu Family.

Wu Qiong’s vision was already blurring, feeling like he was about to be choked to death by Fang Lin, this creeping sensation of death finally made Wu Qiong afraid.

No one truly isn’t afraid of death, especially not a scion like Wu Qiong, born of a distinguished family, who cherished life just like those old monsters.

“Let, let me go!” Wu Qiong managed to utter these three words, which was akin to begging Fang Lin for mercy.

Fang Lin gave a slight smile, then suddenly threw Wu Qiong onto the ground. Wu Qiong curled up like a shrimp, coughing violently, making one wonder if he might cough out all his organs.

Wu Qiong lay on the ground, gasping for breath with difficulty. When he lifted his head and saw Fang Lin, his eyes still held resentment but now also a trace of fear.

Fang Lin looked towards Cheng Jinhai, who hesitated for a moment and then quickly bowed his fists to Fang Lin with even more respect than before.

Joking aside, Fang Lin dealt with Wu Qiong, the Wu Family’s talent, so decisively that he almost killed him on the spot. Such confidence came only with absolute assurance.

“Hand it over to me.” Fang Lin said indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jinhai immediately handed the Dragon Patterned Iron Leaf to Fang Lin, without a single word of nonsense, as if it was meant to be Fang Lin’s all along.

Fang Lin weighed the Dragon Patterned Iron Leaf in his hand, nodded, and grandly pocketed it.

“I have taken the item, and I will remember this favor,” Fang Lin told Cheng Jinhai.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jinhai repeatedly agreed, though his heart was not filled with joy but rather mixed with complexity and worry.

Fang Lin looked down at Wu Qiong on the ground: “If it weren’t for your upcoming competition, I could kill you right now. However, if you wish to challenge me, whether in Martial Arts or Alchemy Tao, I am always ready.”

Wu Qiong clenched his teeth hard, his fists tightened even more, hating not being able to chop Fang Lin into a thousand pieces.

Since his birth, Wu Qiong had never suffered such a torment. After today’s harsh dealings by Fang Lin, naturally, his heart was filled with immense anger, thinking of taking revenge later on.

“Who is causing trouble here?” At this point, finally some soldiers from the Tang Capital entered the posthouse, clearly alerted by someone else in the posthouse.

“No one is causing trouble, just someone had a little fall,” Fang Lin said with a light smile.

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