The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron - Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Chapter 237: Ice Corpse

Translator: 549690339

Regardless of how dangerous this cliff was, the two men quickly chased after the direction where the Thousand-year Ginseng had appeared, solely devoted to capturing that damned mythical ginseng.

After a while of pursuit, both men were dumbfounded. That Thousand-year Ginseng had already vanished without a trace.

“Dammit!” Fang Lin gritted his teeth, that Thousand-year Ginseng had escaped from him again.

“Ah, the Thousand-year Ginseng is a rare find, we can’t force it. Let it be.” Qing Jianzi comforted.

Both men sighed and gave up on the pursuit of the Thousand-year Ginseng. They once again made their way towards the depths of the abyss.

However, not long after, they once again saw the Thousand-year Ginseng leaving traces not too far away.

This time, they madly resumed their chase. But as before, their pursuit ended shortly as the ginseng once again disappeared from sight.

“Does it feel like this thing is toying with us?” Fang Lin muttered, his brows furrowed.

Qing Jianzi also had a similar feeling. Otherwise, why would the Thousand-year Ginseng reappear near them after escaping?

Later, the duo repeatedly found traces of the Thousand-year Ginseng, but every time they would lose sight of it once they chased after it. After several such instances, both Fang Lin and Qing Jianzi realized that the Thousand-year Ginseng was intentionally toying with them.

Both of them wore bitter smiles. They, two full-grown men, were being messed with by a thousand-year-old ginseng, and they had no retaliation.

The problem was, every time the Thousand-year Ginseng intentionally appeared, they simply couldn’t ignore it. They would still chase after it. Over and over again, the two unknowlingly wasted a great deal of time.

“This Thousand-year Ginseng has gained intelligence, and here it’s in its territory. There’s no chance we could catch it.” Qing Jianzi remarked.

Fang Lin’s face reflected reluctance and resentment. It was frustrating to know that they were so close to a Thousand-year Ginseng but still couldn’t obtain it.

Seeing that Fang Lin still had the Thousand-year Ginseng on his mind, Qing Jianzi spoke up, “We have no idea where Yang Pojun and the others have gone off to. We need to hurry and find them. We can’t waste too much time here.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin sighed and decided to give up chasing the Thousand-year Ginseng.

Without delay, they continued descending. Along the way, they occasionally saw the Thousand-year Ginseng reappear, but neither of them attempted to chase after it. Even though it caused Fang Lin immense inner conflict, they chose to continue their descent.

The Thousand-year Ginseng, seemingly unsatisfied, was now brazenly walking around not far from the duo, almost as if it was deliberately provoking them.

This time, both men wore green faces. They glanced at each other. Fang Lin badly wanted to rush up and trample the Thousand-year Ginseng underfoot.

“The ginseng is deliberately luring us, let’s just ignore it.” Qing Jianzi said in a rather strange tone.

Fang Lin’s lip corners twitched, and he kept on his path without giving the ginseng a sidelong glance.

Soon enough, the Thousand-year Ginseng got even more daring and moved closer to them. It didn’t have any facial features, but it certainly seemed to be observing Fang Lin and Qing Jianzi very carefully.

“Come closer, just a bit more, or else you’ll see!” Although Fang Lin was not looking at it directly, he was still keeping an eye on it. Seeing it slowly moved closer to them, he chuckled inwardly.

In this manner, they travelled for over four hours, with the Thousand-year ginseng following them all along. Although it was close, it never came too close. The closest it got was about ten steps away.

During this time, Fang Lin several times couldn’t help but want to grab the Thousand-year Ginseng. However, the moment he made any movement, the Ginseng, alert as ever, would retreat, giving Fang Lin no opportunity to seize it.

Qing Jianzi had completely written off that Thousand-year Ginseng. This ghost thing was clearly as sharp as a human. Trying to catch it seemed impossible unless they surrounded it completely.

As they further descended, the coldness in the abyss became more intense. Thankfully, the Soul Commanding Pill Fire, continually burning in Fang Lin’s hand, kept the intensifying cold at bay temporarily, not affecting the two men yet.

“The cold is getting stronger, and we’re clearly nearing the bottom of the abyss. But we still have no idea where Yang Pojun and his party have gone.” Qing Jianzi said.

Fang Lin glanced around, finding that the Thousand-year Ginseng had disappeared from sight, he was a little disappointed. However, he also felt a little more relieved and spoke, “This cold is somehow abnormal. I’m afraid it is due to the effects of some treasure or the Array Force.”

Qing Jianzi nodded his head. They’d walked unknown lengths over what felt like a day and night. Ice particles had begun to drift all around them, and the cold had become unbearable, even with the presence of the Soul Commanding Pill Flares, causing a little discomfort to both of them.

“We’ve reached the bottom!” Fang Lin’s brows furrowed as he stepped onto solid ground, although the ground beneath was a thick layer of ice. Fang Lin didn’t pay much attention and almost slipped and made a fool of himself.

Qing Jianzi also jumped down from the cliff and landed sturdily on the ice. Both men looked at the towering cliff, each feeling a sense of gravity.

At this moment, they feared they had already ventured deep into the Endless Dungeon. The way back still remained a mystery. But they had already come this far and had no choice but to take it one step at a time.

They began to survey their surroundings and found themselves situated within a deep and narrow fissure.

Although it was a fissure, it was more like a canyon..It was just that it was deep within the earth, so calling it a fissure was more appropriate.

Some ice particles floated in the air, and each breath they took was filled with bone-piercing cold. If a weak person were to come to such a place, they probably wouldn’t last long.

The two of them walked towards one end of the fissure and shortly found themselves surrounded by numerous bodies on the icy surface.

These corpses had all upon frozen into ice, covered with a thick layer of frost, their flesh was exceptionally well preserved, not rotting or decayed like regular corpses.

The duo carefully surveyed these frozen corpses. These weren’t recently frozen. It was clear that they had been here for a very long time.

“This is the attire our Purple Mist Sect donned over a decade ago,” Qing Jianzi suddenly pointed at a corpse and said.

Fang Lin stepped over for a closer look. The individual Qing Jianzi was referring to was a twenty-something youth dressed in the attire of the Purple Mist Sect. Even though it looked slightly different from the current attire, the similarities were unmistakable.

From this, it was evident that this youth was likely one of the members the Purple Mist Sect had sent into the Endless Dungeon many years ago. Unfortunately, this individual never made it out and died here, turning into an iced corpse.

“Hold on, why is this corpse missing half its body?” Fang Lin suddenly asked, his brows furrowed.

Only then did Qing Jianzi realzie that this youth’s lower body was missing, almost as if it had been torn apart forcibly.

Fang Lin suddenly felt something was wrong. He carefully inspected the other bodies, all of them much like this Purple Mist Sect’s youth, mutilated and incomplete. If they weren’t missing an arm, they were missing a leg. Some were even torn apart fiercely into two halves.

Roar!

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed from behind them.