The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1690: Chapter 1787: Cow Riding Old Taoist

“Oh my, the battle is so fierce, it’s better for this old Taoist to hold back for now.” The Cow Riding Old Taoist watched the fight between the Black White Master and Fang Lin from afar, with a look of astonishment, showing no intention of joining the fray.

The experts from the True Martial Hall who accompanied the old Taoist also found this understandable. Since the Chongyun Temple wanted to take the lead, the True Martial Hall naturally was happy to see such a scenario.

Wang Linlang and the other strong practitioners from the Supreme Palace also did not step forward, seemingly having the same intentions as the True Martial Hall, unwilling to rush into the battle.

Wang Linlang had a trace of worry on his face, glanced at the Cow Riding Old Taoist from the True Martial Hall, and then at the Black White Master fighting Fang Lin in the distance, feeling even more heavy-hearted.

Although as the current Palace Master of the Supreme Palace, Wang Linlang’s cultivation was only at the Great Longevity level, still a distance away from Half-step Immortal, unable to compare with the Cow Riding Old Taoist of the True Martial Hall, not to mention the renowned Black White Master of the Chongyun Temple.

And the strength of the Supreme Palace compared to the Chongyun Temple and the True Martial Hall was also significantly weaker. Although they were among the three major Taoist forces, Wang Linlang knew well the weight of the Supreme Palace.

This time, as the Taoist Sect came to support the Confucian Sect, the three forces almost dispatched all their top experts, with both the Chongyun Temple and the True Martial Hall having Half-step Immortal experts in command, but his Supreme Palace did not, with the Great Longevity being the strongest, which was quite embarrassing.

Wang Linlang had no intention of fighting Fang Lin at all, considering it purely a suicide mission.

Wang Linlang, unlike other Taoist people here, had crossed paths with Fang Lin seven years ago, and back then, Fang Lin was only at Spirit Source cultivation, yet managed to match Wang Linlang evenly through various means, even making Wang Linlang suffer a significant loss.

Now, Fang Lin’s power had reached such a level, not only heavily damaging the Buddhist Sect but also forcing the Taoist Sect to support the Confucian Sect, and at this moment, even with the Black White Master’s teaming up, they were vaguely falling behind.

Wang Linlang had no doubt that if he were to fight Fang Lin now, he might soon face defeat.

So, Wang Linlang didn’t want to come at all, but was forced to accompany.

The Cow Riding Old Taoist looked over at the Supreme Palace crowd, especially at Wang Linlang, and said with a smile, “Palace Master Wang seems to be preoccupied with worries.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Linlang cursed inwardly, but on the surface, he said casually, “Thank you for your concern, Hall Master Zhang, but Wang has nothing to worry about.”

The Cow Riding Old Taoist’s eyes were odd, as if he could see through people’s hearts despite his age, making Wang Linlang uncomfortable under his gaze.

“When do you think we should step forward to help?” the Cow Riding Old Taoist asked.

Wang Linlang cursed inwardly; if assistance was needed, shouldn’t this old man be the one to step in? He’s just standing there without moving, yet he questions me about when to join, clearly trying to trap me.

Wang Linlang thought quickly and said, “The situation is unclear, better hold our position for now.”

The Cow Riding Old Taoist chuckled, “Seems like Palace Master Wang shares the same thoughts as this old Taoist.”

“Hehe,” Wang Linlang replied, smiling without amusement.

“But watching from the sidelines like this might not be ideal. If the Chongyun Temple friends question us later, it would be quite embarrassing, wouldn’t you say?” As he shifted the conversation, the Cow Riding Old Taoist spoke again.

Wang Linlang just smiled and didn’t respond.

Unconcerned, the Cow Riding Old Taoist continued, “The Black White friends seem to be struggling against Fang Lin. I’m about to take action, and I hope Palace Master Wang won’t delay too long, lest we miss the critical moment.”

Wang Linlang’s face turned a bit grim; he didn’t expect the Cow Riding Old Taoist to actually take initiative, leaving Wang Linlang in a tough spot.

Previously, when the Cow Riding Old Taoist didn’t act, Wang Linlang could understandably just watch from the side.

But if the Cow Riding Old Taoist stepped in, continuing to spectate would indeed be unreasonable for Wang Linlang.

The Cow Riding Old Taoist chuckled twice, then patted the seemingly dull green ox beneath him.

The green ox stepped on a cloud and headed forward.

Wang Linlang, cursing the Cow Riding Old Taoist several times in his heart, reluctantly moved up as well.

Of course, Wang Linlang had made up his mind not to engage Fang Lin directly but just to make a show of it, leaving the heavy lifting to the Cow Riding Old Taoist and the Black White Master.

On this side, the Black White Master was dealing with Fang Lin alone, even in a two-vs-one scenario, yet the Black White Master was being suppressed by Fang Lin.

If it weren’t for the treasures both Black and White Masters held, the situation might have been far worse.

Now, with the arrival of the Cow Riding Old Taoist, the pressure on the Black White Master alleviated, and despite the old age of the Cow Riding Old Taoist, his strength was on par with any of the Black White Masters, with the green ox beneath him being a powerful Demon Beast of Peak of Eight Changes.

The addition of this duo brought pressure to Fang Lin, but also increased his excitement; such a battle was what he anticipated the most.

“What a fierce young man!” The Cow Riding Taoist exchanged a punch with Fang Lin, being knocked back several dozen feet, yet couldn’t help but praise.

Fang Lin looked surprised at the old Taoist; even though Fang Lin hadn’t used his full strength just now, he had exerted about seventy to eighty percent of his power in that punch, and yet the old Taoist withstood it, not appearing injured despite being knocked back.

“Though I’m a Taoist, I’ve also trained my physical body. Don’t be fooled by my age; my physique can compete with you young ones,” the Cow Riding Old Taoist said gleefully.

Fang Lin sneered and turned his gaze towards Wang Linlang, who was cowering at the side. Wang Linlang paled as Fang Lin looked over.

Before Wang Linlang could react, Fang Lin had already charged at him, with his ancient spear moving faster than himself, reaching Wang Linlang in an instant.

Wang Linlang was shocked. He had barely taken any action, so why did he attract Fang Lin’s attention?

The Supreme Mirror appeared, blocking in front of Wang Linlang, trying to stop Fang Lin’s ancient spear.

With a cracking sound, the Supreme Mirror was directly pierced by the ancient spear, destroying a treasured artifact just like that.

It didn’t stop there; the ancient spear passed through the Supreme Mirror and directly into Wang Linlang’s body, the immense force carrying Wang Linlang backward a considerable distance.

Wang Linlang tried to pull out the spear, but Fang Lin was already upon him, delivering a punch to his forehead.

This punch, unleashed with Fang Lin’s full strength, caused Wang Linlang’s head to burst like a smashed watermelon.

ps: Fourth update, continuing tomorrow. Remember to eat Tangyuan on the fifteenth of the first lunar month.

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