The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1699: Chapter 1796: The Aura Above Immortal

Victory and defeat had already been decided the moment Fang Lin stepped into the Longevity Realm.

Even when the young Taoist and Elder Situ joined forces, they were unable to overcome Fang Lin in his peak Minor Longevity stage. Now that Fang Lin had reached the Longevity Realm, they were even less of a match for him.

The two initially believed they could defeat Fang Lin through attrition, but they quickly realized this was nothing more than a naïve fantasy. They likely wouldn’t even last until Fang Lin exhausted his strength—they’d be utterly crushed before then.

At this moment, both the young Taoist and Elder Situ felt a bitter helplessness they couldn’t articulate. The battle had escalated to such a point that retreating was virtually impossible.

Moreover, even if they wanted to surrender, it would depend on whether Fang Lin was willing to let them go.

The experts of the Confucian Taoist factions could also sense that something was amiss—the young Taoist and Elder Situ seemed to be thoroughly suppressed by Fang Lin. Unease spread among them.

Yet no matter how much worry filled their hearts, there was nothing they could do to intervene. They couldn’t even approach the battlefield to observe.

The Black White Masters, who had previously been able to exchange blows with Fang Lin, could no longer hope to challenge him. With Fang Lin’s current power, even if the two wielded treasured weapons, they would still be instantly defeated.

In truth, killing them now wouldn’t pose much difficulty for Fang Lin.

But if Elder Situ and the young Taoist were also defeated by Fang Lin, the last shred of dignity held by the Confucian Taoist factions would be trampled underfoot.

This was something neither faction could tolerate. Fang Lin could run rampant in the lands of the three sects, defeating countless experts, but ultimately, he *must* be subdued by someone from within the three sects.

If even the Immortal-level experts of the three sects couldn’t suppress Fang Lin, then the situation would have spiraled into one of total disgrace—the limit of what the three sects could endure.

“If Buddha Daqian could come to our aid, the situation might be entirely different,” the Black Robe Master said, clenching his fists tightly.

The White Robe Master let out a sigh. He had already sent multiple messages through the Jade Slip to contact the Buddhist sect, hoping Buddha Daqian would come to help. Yet Buddha Daqian had refused each time.

Bam!

Elder Situ was struck squarely by Fang Lin’s fist. Although he managed to land a palm strike on Fang Lin’s chest in return, it was clear that the palm did little to faze Fang Lin. Instead, Fang Lin’s punch had overwhelming force, causing Elder Situ to cough up blood once again.

But it wasn’t over. The power behind the fist wasn’t exhausted—new waves of force surged forth, one after another, catching Elder Situ completely off guard.

Elder Situ’s entire body was sent flying by Fang Lin’s blow, with a noticeable indentation forming in his chest. The injuries were unquestionably severe.

Fortunately, the Immortal-level physique was formidable, with self-healing capabilities that were astonishing. Such wounds would heal within mere breaths.

Yet if vital areas were injured, recovery would be far more difficult. Though possible, it would drain immense amounts of life force and energy.

The young Taoist, protected by the Yin Yang Two Energies, was more resilient to Fang Lin’s attacks than Elder Situ. However, the difference was negligible—Fang Lin’s fists still left him feeling deeply uncomfortable.

This grueling battle caused Elder Situ and the young Taoist to lapse into fleeting moments of confusion, almost as though they’d been transported back to the times when their levels of cultivation had yet to reach their current heights—back when they’d often found themselves locked in arduous struggles with others.

Since stepping into the Immortal realm, neither had experienced such a punishing battle—not even close. Their opportunities to engage in combat had dwindled significantly, for few in this era could compel Immortal-level experts to act.

Yet now, here stood a young man who had cultivated for less than thirty years. He had cornered the two Immortal-level figures into a desperate struggle, sentencing them to an inevitable defeat.

Such a battle—what meaning did it even hold? And yet, the two had no choice but to grit their teeth and fight on. Forget voluntarily surrendering—this was the territory of the three sects. With so many witnesses from the Confucian and Taoist factions, if the two were to bow out and admit defeat, wouldn’t it be their factions’ dignity that suffered irrevocably?

In this moment, the young Taoist and Elder Situ truly understood the meaning of the phrase “caught between a rock and a hard place.”

What did it mean to be caught between a rock and a hard place? Their current predicament embodied the term perfectly—no longer merely riding the tiger, but pinned beneath the claws of a ferocious beast.

Crushed step by step!

The two were ultimately no match for Fang Lin. Elder Situ’s left arm was severed by an ancient spear, while the young Taoist suffered grave internal injuries, rendering his power strongly diminished.

Fang Lin’s breathing grew slightly heavier, yet his condition remained impeccable. With his current strength capable of suppressing mid-level Immortal experts, defeating two early-stage Immortals wasn’t particularly difficult.

The faces of everyone in the Confucian Taoist factions were drained of color. Many of them stood frozen, staring at the scene before them, their minds struggling to process the outcome.

Defeated—the Immortal-level experts of the Confucian and Taoist sects had been defeated by Fang Lin. It was an outcome nobody had foreseen.

In the eyes of both factions, Immortal-level experts were practically invincible. Even battles between Immortals seldom resulted in clear victories or defeats. At such levels of cultivation, winning against a peer was exceedingly rare.

The young Taoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His face was pale, and his eyes dulled. As for Elder Situ, though he had regrown his severed arm, it was painfully clear that Fang Lin—having struck him down once—could do so again.

But the defeat was already determined. Even if the two continued to engage Fang Lin, it would merely deepen their humiliation.

“You have already conquered the two of us. Yet you still refuse to leave? Do you truly intend to hunt the three sects to extinction?” The young Taoist stared fiercely at Fang Lin, his voice heavy.

Fang Lin’s expression was indifferent, showing no trace of elation from defeating formidable opponents. “Are there no figures in the three sects more powerful than you two?”

Elder Situ let out a cold, mocking laugh. “What’s wrong? Defeating us didn’t satisfy you, Fang Lin?”

Fang Lin smirked. “I’m merely confirming something. If there’s nothing more, then I have little interest in your three sects.”

Elder Situ fell silent, while the young Taoist shook his head. “Go, then.”

Fang Lin glanced at the two before moving to depart.

But just as he turned, a terrifying aura suddenly surged in from the north. Fang Lin instantly felt his hairs stand on end.

“What an astonishing presence! A figure surpassing the Immortal level!” Fang Lin thought to himself, his expression growing gravely serious.

In the Desolate Sea Domain, three figures stood side by side. The woman in the center took a step forward, preparing to head toward the Confucian sect’s territory to confront Fang Lin.

ps: The second chapter is complete. One more to write before heading out—the pressure is on.

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