The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1700: Chapter 1797: Jin Zhulong Reappears

“Are you really going to make a move?” The man bathed in golden light spoke up.

“Would the two of you prefer to see this boy destroy the three sects in the future?” The woman said coldly, her tone carrying a hint of impatience.

“If you kill him, you’ll likely provoke the current Great Sage Equal to Heaven.” The man beneath the golden light replied.

The woman sneered, “And so what if it’s the Great Sage Equal to Heaven? Do you think I fear him?”

Another voice, low and heavy, said, “Even if you’re not afraid of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, acting against him will expose the three of us. Do you not care about the tremendous consequences that could bring?”

“We’ve hidden for so many years; I’m tired of living in shadows. If you two still want to hide, then stay here all you like.” The woman finished speaking and prepared to move out.

At that moment, a blood-red ancient sword burst through the ocean and appeared before the three of them.

When the three saw the blood-red ancient sword, they were immediately struck with terror, their faces ashen as if they had seen a ghost. The woman even retreated several steps, her gaze filled with extreme wariness as she stared at the sword.

“None of you may touch this person.” A leisurely voice rang out, and a figure slowly emerged, calmly grasping the crimson sword.

If Fang Lin were here, he would have been utterly shocked, for the person who appeared was none other than Jin Zhulong, the Old Dried Corpse who had been missing for a long time!

Jin Zhulong returns!

At the same time, far off in the land of the Confucian sect, Fang Lin seemed to sense something, and his expression shifted once more.

“How familiar is this Demon Qi!” Fang Lin frowned slightly, a bold guess forming in his heart. He wanted to investigate the source of this Demon Qi but refrained from acting recklessly.

In that brief moment, Fang Lin felt as though he had been targeted by an overwhelmingly terrifying presence—someone far beyond the Immortal Realm. A being such as this had no place in this era.

Fang Lin had no doubt—if that being made a move against him, he wouldn’t make it out of the Seven Seas alive. There would be no path to survival.

And yet, the Demon Qi that followed was oddly familiar to Fang Lin.

“Could it really be him?” Fang Lin whispered to himself, his gaze fixing northward, his fists clenching tightly.

In the next moment, Fang Lin turned and departed, leaving the place without further hesitation.

In the desolate sea domain, Jin Zhulong held the Clear Rainbow Sword and gazed mockingly at the three in front of him, his eyes unrestrained, as if he didn’t regard them as a threat at all.

“Demon Saint Jin Zhulong! Why are you here?” The woman’s face was pale, her shock apparent as she asked incredulously.

“You’re not qualified to know.” Jin Zhulong replied indifferently.

The woman cursed inwardly but dared not retort. The pressure from the individual before her was simply too overwhelming. Even though the three of them had once been famed powerhouses, they still lowered their heads in front of Jin Zhulong.

“Greetings, Lord Demon Saint!” The other two promptly clasped their hands in respect toward Jin Zhulong, their attitudes exceptionally humble.

Though unwilling, the woman had no choice but to bend and bow like the others, offering her respects to Jin Zhulong.

Jin Zhulong sneered coldly, the sound alone enough to unsettle the three, leaving them anxious about what the Demon Saint intended to do with them.

“Back then, the Human Clan foolishly created those so-called Unparalleled Eight Emperors. And even you three were included among them? How utterly laughable. That Flame Emperor was a hero of his generation—what gave you three the qualifications to be his equals among the Unparalleled Eight Emperors?” Jin Zhulong mocked with disdain.

Lowering their heads, the three dared not speak. What went through their minds at that moment was a secret shared only among them.

“Golden Buddha Emperor, Black White Taoist Sage, Sky Tower Sword Master. Such grand titles, and yet you’re nothing but cowards. You didn’t even have the courage to fight for the Human Clan, and now you hide in obscurity, unable to reveal yourselves in the light of day. How pitiful.” Jin Zhulong’s words were scathing, directly revealing their true identities: the founders of the three sects, and three of the once Unparalleled Eight Emperors.

Among the Unparalleled Eight Emperors, five—led by the Flame Emperor—had perished heroically, sacrificing themselves for the greater good. Their sacrifices became tales of legend.

But these three? Driven by the desire to survive, they avoided the cataclysmic calamity of the past, never showing themselves during the subsequent war between humans and Demon Beasts. Through shameful methods, they eked out an existence to this day.

It was no wonder Jin Zhulong looked down upon them. Any figure from ancient times who saw these three would likely curse them as well.

“Demon Saint, does not every being act for themselves? You’re still alive too, aren’t you?” the woman snapped back sarcastically, her tone laced with Yin Yang mockery.

At her words, the faint smile on Jin Zhulong’s face vanished. Without warning, he slapped her across the face.

The slap echoed loudly, sending the woman staggering as half her face swelled and blood dripped from her mouth.

Gritting her teeth, the woman glared at Jin Zhulong with a mixture of fury and fear but didn’t dare retaliate.

“Frogs at the bottom of a well, mistaking a tiny patch of sky for the entire heaven. Laughable and pathetic.” Jin Zhulong sneered.

“Demon Saint, while we three have failed the Human Clan, surely you didn’t come here today just to kill us. What exactly brings you here?” The Black White Taoist Sage’s voice carried a hint of trepidation.

Jin Zhulong’s expression remained impassive as he said, “I came to warn you three. Some people are not to be touched.”

Inwardly, the three were shocked. Could it be that Fang Lin had such extraordinary fortune that he warranted Jin Zhulong’s protection?

“Additionally, consider this a notice: you may have escaped calamity once, but you won’t escape a second time.” Jin Zhulong’s voice carried layers of intent.

These words left the three stunned, their expressions shifting to those of alarm.

Escaped calamity once, but not the next?

“Demon Saint, are you implying that…” The Black White Taoist Sage’s voice trembled.

“Figure it out yourselves.” Jin Zhulong said no more, stepping into the void and vanishing entirely.

“So it’s inevitable… That great calamity is coming again.” The Golden Buddha Emperor murmured bitterly, his face filled with despair.

The woman—none other than the Sky Tower Sword Master—clenched her lips tightly as she stood there. Her expression contained not only anger but an overwhelming sense of dread.

The terror of that great calamity lingered fresh in their memories, a nightmare they could never forget. Moreover, they had always considered themselves lucky to have survived it the first time.

But if the calamity came again, would they manage to escape it once more?

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Fang Lin had left the domain of the three sects. Standing over an open expanse of ocean, he stared down at the roiling waves below.

“It should be down there.” Fang Lin muttered to himself, then dove straight into the water.

ps: Third update! Just came back from going out and having fun with a girl—special day calls for special things. Happy Valentine’s Day to all my readers!

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