The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 577: Chapter 577: Skin Peeling and Bone Dismantling

“Looks like you still don’t believe in your bad luck, Princess. Give him a taste of what can happen,” Fang Lin said with a smile, giving Zhou Zhishui a conspiratorial look.

Despite her reluctance, Zhou Zhishui feigned cooperation, striking the Nine Palace Bag and drew an incredibly sharp longsword.

“This sword, given by my father, can cut through the Heavenly Origin!” Zhou Zhishui pointed the tip of the sword at Huang Batian, speaking with frosty indifference.

Huang Batian shuddered. The sharp energy radiating from the longsword seemed to pierce his very marrow, sending a chill through his heart.

“Wait, wait, we can talk!” Huang Batian became frantic, waving his hands, fearful that Zhou Zhishui would strike without warning.

Seeing this, Fang Lin smiled contentedly: “Well, aren’t you in a hurry? The Princess here is not known for her patience. Annoy her and she’ll mince you up to feed the Demon Beasts.”

Huang Batian resignedly unfastened the Nine Palace Bag at his waist and tossed it in front of Fang Lin and the others.

Seeing Huang Batian’s compliance, the other four also surrendered their Nine Palace Bags.

Fang Lin walked forward with an air of entitlement, picked up their Nine Palace Bags, and weighed them in his hand without a hurry to see what was inside.

“Not bad at all. There aren’t many young ones like you who are smart enough to know what’s what,” Fang Lin said, causing Huang Batian’s face to contort as if he was on the verge of tears.

He took our Nine Palace Bags and then mocked us. Who does that?

Fang Lin cheerfully collected the Nine Palace Bags, glanced at the dumbfounded Pill Alliance youth and then thrust all the Nine Palace Bags into his hands.

“Hold these for me,” Fang Lin ordered.

“Sure.” The Pill Alliance youth, who already utterly admired Fang Lin, vigorously nodded his agreement.

Watching their Nine Palace Bags being casually given away made Huang Batian and his companions’ hearts ache.

The contents of those bags represented half of their lifetime’s accumulation. Losing the Nine Palace Bags was like losing half of their lives.

Moreover, in a horrific place like Hundred Beast Mountain, it was almost impossible to survive without one’s Nine Palace Bag.

If they had any other choices, Huang Batian wouldn’t have agreed to such a thing.

“Friends, we’ve handed over our Nine Palace Bags. It’s about time you release us,” Huang Batian said grudgingly.

Fang Lin waved his hand dismissively: “Go on, just don’t cross our paths again.”

Huang Batian and the survivors from Tyrant King Sect heaved sighs of relief as if they’d been pardoned. Deep down, Huang Batian swore that if he ever crossed paths with Fang Lin again, he’d be damn fool.

The Tyrant King Sect people showed up all bluff and bluster, yet they left like whipped dogs, also losing seven or eight companions. They were significantly weakened.

“Alright, the problem is solved, now we can collect our spoils,” Fang Lin declared.

“We should deal with the bodies first. Otherwise, they’ll attract other Demon Beasts soon,” noted the Steward of Pill Alliance who had the highest cultivation.

Fang Lin nodded in agreement. Before he could dispose of the bodies, Zhou Zhishui got there first, sprinkled a bottle of Corpse Dissolving Powder over them.

As soon as the powder got in contact with the corpses, smoke started rising with a sizzling sound. A repulsive stench filled the air—much worse than the normal smell of rotting bodies.

Zhou Zhishui couldn’t stand the smell. She retched a few times and ran off to the medicinal field. She was green around the gills.

Fang Lin chuckled, “Look at you, you can’t stand the smell of Corpse Dissolving Powder. Why did you insist on doing this? I would have done it.”

“I wanted to,” Zhou Zhishui retorted stubbornly. However, at the sight of the rapidly rotting bodies, she turned white and seemed on the verge of vomiting.

“Okay, okay, just don’t throw up in the medicinal field. That’s disgusting,” Fang Lin observed.

Zhou Zhishui was so angered that she felt like hitting Fang Lin. Even though she felt like vomiting, she hadn’t actually done so.

Soon, the bodies decomposed into a puddle of yellow water. The foul smell, however, lingered.

The group gathered and checked the Nine Palace Bags, finding several valuable items.

“Who would have thought? Wangba Tian has quite a stash,” Fang Lin laughed as he examined the contents of Huang Batian’s bag.

Besides some ordinary items, there were several treasures that made the group’s eyes light up. They divided these amongst themselves right away.

Of course, these were just small rewards; the real grand prize was the medicinal field.

Many of the medicinal herbs in the field were rare and not frequently seen outside. Though they were not quite mature yet, they would be highly valuable after careful cultivation.

Fang Lin, on the other hand, was more interested in the body of the Golden-striped Tiger. This was a valuable thing—a Four-stage, Three Transformations Tiger Demon. Its Demon Bone, Demon Blood, and most importantly, the Demon Core, were all useful.

He approached the body of the Golden-striped Tiger and collected a vial of Demon Blood. Then, he dug out a golden, shining Demon Core from the Tiger’s body, the heavy and thick Demon Qi swirling around it.

Just then, there was a movement in the Beast Bag. The golden puppy popped out its head, looking at the Demon Core in Fang Lin’s hand with eager, drooling anticipation.

Fang Lin looked surprised: “Er Gouzi, you want to eat this Demon Core?”

The golden puppy nodded its head, then looked at Fang Lin with an unhappy face. It seemed to be displeased with being called ‘Er Gouzi’.

“Didn’t you use to not eat Demon Cores?” Fang Lin frowned.

The golden puppy kept gazing at the Demon Core, licking its chops, seeming to hate that it couldn’t swallow it right there.

“If you want it, it’s yours,” said Fang Lin, placing the Demon Core in front of the little golden dog’s mouth.

The Golden puppy swiftly lapped up the Demon Core with a single slurp, chewed it a couple of times, and swallowed it.

Then, the puppy withdrew back into the Beast Bag.

Fang Lin checked the situation inside the Beast Bag, and seeing that the golden puppy looked perfectly content and not at all sick, he relaxed.

Though the Demon Core had been eaten by the golden puppy, the Demon Blood and Demon Bone were still available—excellent ingredients for Pill Refining.

While it is easy to collect Demon Blood, obtaining Demon Bone could be a bit tricky.

Typically, the most valuable part of a tiger-esque Demon Beast is its spine, the toughest part of its skeleton.

For a regular person to extract the spine from a Tiger Demon corpse would require substantial effort.

Fang Lin was different. He was adept at skinning and removing bones; he had done it plenty of times in his previous life.

Fang Lin flicked his knife, fiddled around with the Golden-striped Tiger’s spine a couple of times, and easily removed a piece of the spinal bone.

The rest of the group watched his expert display in awe. The three stewards from the Pill Alliance, who had done similar jobs previously, admitted that their skills paled in comparison to Fang Lin.

“Humph, if one didn’t know better, they might think you used to be a butcher,” Zhou Zhishui commented sarcastically.

As Fang Lin wiped the blood from his hands and was about to respond, a scream rang out from the nearby medicinal field.

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