The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron - Chapter 273

Chapter 273: Chapter 273: Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng

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At the deepest end of the Endless Dungeon, the Ten Thousand Beast Graveyard had turned into ruins. A mighty blow from the golden array had devastated the entire graveyard, turning countless Demon Beast skeletons into flying ashes. Even the bodies of several Giant Demons were vaporized in an instant.

However, there was a legged ginseng running cheerfully through the ruins of the Ten Thousand Beast Graveyard, absorbing the thick aura of death as it went.

This was a Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng, a sentient ginseng that had survived by absorbing the aura of death. Its creation was the work of nature’s wonders, making it much rarer than ordinary Thousand-year Ginseng.

Once the Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng had absorbed enough of the death aura, it sat on a pile of rubble, silently contemplating its life.

Suddenly, a grimy hand reached out from below and grabbed the Corpse Ginseng, almost scaring it to death.

Boom Boom Boom!!!

A figure stood up from the heaps of rubble, his face grimy and covered in ash. It was none other than Fang Lin who had disappeared under the golden assault earlier.

“Damn it! I almost died!” Fang Lin was blackened from head to toe, looking terribly disheveled, but fortunately, he was not hurt.

“You damn jerk, let me go or I’ll kick you to death!” The Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng struggled in Fang Lin’s hand, a monstrous mouth appeared on it, swearing at Fang Lin.

Fang Lin laughed, grinned wickedly, and then started smashing the Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng onto the ground.

“Ah!!! It’s killing me!”

“You’ll face a horrible death!”

“I’ll kick you to death! I’ll kick you to death!”

The Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng was screaming horribly, but despite Fang Lin’s repeated smashing, it didn’t seem to have any damage unlike normal ginsengs that would show damage from the slightest scrape or bump.

Fang Lin was amazed, as expected of the Thousand-year Ginseng, it was extremely resilient.

“Didn’t you used to be so arrogant? Now, try showing your arrogance again!” As Fang Lin continued smashing, he kept mumbling these words.

He was really annoyed by this Thousand-year Ginseng. Especially when they were on the cliff, he felt absolutely toyed with.

Now that it was finally in his hand, of course, he would thoroughly teach this annoying Thousand-year Ginseng a lesson, otherwise he’d always be nursing his grievances.

His relentless smashing sent the Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng into a frenzy of screams. Although it wasn’t physically damaged, the pain made it wail continuously.

At first, it was quite obstinate, constantly threatening and cursing Fang Lin, squirming with its two legs.

But soon, it was hammered into submission, it could only keep screaming, finally begging for mercy.

“I was wrong! I was wrong! Please, let me go!” The Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng was crying and pleading.

Fang Lin stopped his hand, scrutinizing the ginseng in his hand, and was astonished.

This ginseng had actually developed facial features, almost identical to a human face.

However, this ginseng looked too lewd. Just a single glance from Fang Lin stirred an impulse to bash it to death.

He had seen lewdness before, but never this extreme. It was indeed a debauched ginseng.

Moreover, Fang Lin could feel an overwhelming death aura from this ginseng, completely unlike the vigorous life aura typical of normal ginseng.

Normally, ginseng is a spiritual medicine formed by absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. But this legged ginseng with a face was filled with death aura.

Fang Lin frowned, he had thought this was a rejuvenating Thousand-year Ginseng, but now it seemed that it was inedible. With so much death aura, consuming it was probably asking for death.

“What on earth are you?” Fang Lin stared at it, and asked.

The Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng glared back at Fang Lin and retorted, “How dare you treat me like this without knowing what I am? Fine, I am the great and merciful Thousand-year Ginseng King. If you set me free, I will not bother you. But if you dare disrespect me again, watch out! I might summon my ginseng minions to give you a thorough beating!”

Fang Lin nodded like he understood, and then ruthlessly started swinging the lewd ginseng again, making it wail.

“Stop bashing! Stop it! I’ve learned my lesson! Save me!” the Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng screamed horrifically, sounding worse than a pig being slaughtered. Anyone who didn’t know would’ve thought that it was being subjected to non-human torture.

However, it was strange that this Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng was extraordinarily tough. Despite Fang Lin’s relentless bashing, there wasn’t a single mark left on it.

“You are a Corpse Ginseng?” Fang Lin stopped his hand and questioned again.

The Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng dared not lie anymore, it let out a weak hum of affirmation, looking as docile as a bullied housewife.

Fang Lin sighed regretfully, “So you really are a Corpse Ginseng, alas, such a waste, it’s completely inedible.”

The Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng shivered, and asked cautiously, “So, can you let me go now?”

Fang Lin glanced at it, “Even though it can’t be eaten, but bashing it is really fun. Using it to relieve stress is surprisingly satisfying, I’ve decided to keep you with me.”

“Ah! You cruel being!” The Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng screamed.

Outside the Endless Dungeon, many people had already left. The representatives of the three major powers who had entered the dungeon had returned, but their losses were heavy. Their most formidable talents had all perished inside the Endless Dungeon.

Prince Yang Qianjun from the royal family, Li Tongtian from the Li Family, and Qing Jianzi and Fang Lin from the Purple Mist Sect, as well as Gu Hanshan. These young talents, all with considerable fame in Qian Country, had not returned.

Especially the Purple Mist Sect, Yan Ze was so angry his face was pale. He repeatedly questioned the survivors about what had happened inside.

But they had no idea about what had happened and could only recount the sudden changes that took place in the Ten Thousand Beast Graveyard.

“Elder, perhaps Qing Jianzi and Fang Lin are still alive, after all, we did not see it with our own eyes, we are just speculating.” Meng Chaoyang, one of the survivors, suggested to Yan Ze.

However, in reality, even these survivors did not think that Qing Jianzi and Fang Lin could still be alive, considering the sudden, catastrophic changes in the Ten Thousand Beast Graveyard and the fact that the two were deep within the graveyard, their chances of surviving were slim.

On the royal family’s side, Yang Qingyao was also uncertain whether Yang Pojun was dead or alive.

But on the Li Family’s side, Li Youbing and the other relatives were unanimous in saying that Li Tongtian was dead and had perished inside the Ice Palace.

This drove Li Changhai mad. Why was it that while the Purple Mist Sect and the royal house were unsure, Li Tongtian was already pronounced dead by his own family?

The survivors from the three major powers had returned, but they had not left immediately. Instead, they waited for a few more days hoping some others might still emerge alive.

With each passing day, the hearts of the three powers became heavier. The wait was unbearable.

“Huh?” On the sixth day of waiting, a bloodied figure stumbled out of the Endless Dungeon.