The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 392: The Immortal Medicine Pavilion

“What’s that noise? Who’s talking?” The white-robed elder jumped slightly, staring at Fang Lin.

Fang Lin coughed lightly, and took out Corpse Ginseng from the Nine Palace Bag.

The moment Corpse Ginseng appeared, it had an ecstatic expression as it violently absorbed the medicinal scent in the air.

“Wow! So many medicinal ingredients, I’m going to be rich! I’m going to strike it rich!” The Corpse Ginseng’s eyes shone when it saw the herbs sealed within the jade stones, and it started to shriek with joy.

Fang Lin rolled his eyes, What does this medicinal ingredient has to do with you? If anyone’s going to get rich, it should be me, right?

“A Corpse Ginseng! It’s actually a Corpse Ginseng!” The white-robed elder looked at the Corpse Ginseng for a while before finally recognizing it, exclaiming in surprise.

The Corpse Ginseng abruptly turned its head, looking at the white-robed elder with a strange look: “Hey old man, who are you? You look like a ghost.”

The white-robed elder stared, irritated. How dare you call me a ghost? Aren’t you a ginseng that’s absorbed the essence of a corpse? Do you even have the right to criticize others?

“Stop messing around.” Fang Lin roughly patted Corpse Ginseng’s head.

Corpse Ginseng struggled in Fang Lin’s hand, apparently wanting to pounce on the medicinal ingredients.

“What’s up? Are you interested in these medicinal herbs?” Fang Lin asked, puzzled.

Corpse Ginseng’s face was filled with greed: “Of course, I’m interested. Let me down. I want to eat them!”

Fang Lin snorted, not only did he not let go, but he gripped the plant even tighter.

“Kid, do you know what you’re holding?” The white-robed elder couldn’t help saying.

Fang Lin smiled: “Isn’t it just a Corpse Ginseng?”

The white-robed elder stared solemnly at the Corpse Ginseng: “Throughout history, Corpse Ginsengs have been extremely rare. Any appearance invariably leads to disaster, especially for those who come into contact with them. There’s no good end, it’s ominous. This thing is thousand times more terrifying than Tai Sui!”

“Hey! Who are you calling ominous? Your whole family is ominous! I’m majestic and valiant, I have nothing to do with such things as omen or disaster!” Corpse Ginseng said, very unhappy.

Fang Lin thoughtfully nodded. This white-robed elder didn’t say all these for no reason, he must know something.

However, in his previous life, Fang Lin had some understanding of Corpse Ginseng. Although it lives on absorbing the miasma of corpses, there doesn’t seem to be any ominous thing about it.

“Old man, is it true that this Corpse Ginseng will bring misfortune to those who come into contact with it?” Fang Lin asked.

The white-robed elder nodded solemnly: “If you keep this thing, you’re likely to have a terrible death in the future.”

Got it. Fang Lin had nothing to say. This old fellow really doesn’t know how to speak tactfully, actually saying that I will have a terrible death.

Corpse Ginseng laughed loudly: “This is so hilarious, a terrible death? Hahaha, this guy has done so many outrageous things to me, of course he will have a wretched end! Did we really need you to tell us that, you old fool?”

Fang Lin rolled his eyes and then directly swung Corpse Ginseng onto the ground several times.

“Ah! I was wrong! I was wrong!”

“It hurts so bad!”

“You will have a terrible end!”

Under the startled gaze of the white-robed elder, Fang Lin, like wielding a heavy hammer, pounded the Corpse Ginseng countless times. The thumping sound was chilling.

“You old pickle, can’t you talk properly? Beware that I’ll let Jin out to gnaw you.” Fang Lin shook the Corpse Ginseng and said displeased.

“I’m not saying anything, I’m not saying anything.” Corpse Ginseng waved its hand repeatedly, looking extremely fearful.

The white-robed elder by the side advised: “You should hurry up and throw this thing away. Besides being filled with the miasma of corpses, it’s useless.”

Corpse Ginseng also chimed in: “Yes, yes, yes. Hurry up and throw me away.”

Fang Lin grinned, and put the Corpse Ginseng into the Nine Palace Bag.

Although the white-robed elder said so, Fang Lin still thought that the Corpse Ginseng should be somewhat useful. As for the talk about omens, Fang Lin didn’t care, just a Corpse Ginseng bringing about misfortune? That would be too ridiculous!

“Old man, do I just break open the jade and collect the medicinal herbs?” Fang Lin asked.

The white-robed elder looked at Fang Lin with a strange gaze: “Young man, don’t tell me you thought that you could take whatever herbs you wanted once you get in here?”

Fang Lin was startled: “Isn’t it?”

The white-robed elder snorted: “The herbs in the Immortal Medicine Pavilion, you can at most take three. Any more than that and you won’t be able to carry them out.”

“What?” Fang Lin suddenly screamed, his face immediately dropping.

Turns out I could only take three medicinal ingredients after all that trouble. What’s the deal with that? I almost died trying to get in here, and all I get are three, isn’t this a loss?

In Fang Lin’s mind, this was a huge loss, an absolute downright loss, a complete loss!

But in reality, in the past, any genius Pill Refiner entering the Immortal Medicine Pavilion would be ecstatic with joy, even if only able to take three herbs, it was considered a great harvest.

Fang Lin, however, wasn’t content. Plainly speaking, he was just too greedy. His first thought upon entering the Immortal Medicine Pavilion was to sweep all the medicinal herbs clean, not leaving a single one.

“Kid, did you think that the herbs in the Immortal Medicine Pavilion are so easy to take? If everyone was like you, those herbs would have been gone long ago. Would there be anything left for you?” The white-robed elder sneered.

Fang Lin didn’t say a word, his eyes roaming everywhere. He refused to only take three medicinal herbs.

“Why can I only take three?” Fang Lin asked, his eyes scanning the area for possible mechanisms.

The white-robed elder replied: “There is an array in the Immortal Medicine Pavilion. Anyone who enters here can only take three herbs. After three, the array will protect the rest.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin furrowed his eyebrows, lost in thought, as if he had realized something.

“What if I want to take more than that?” Fang Lin asked again.

The white-robed elder smiled: “With the protection of the array, how can you get them? Also, the Crystal Stone here is not ordinary at all, it’s extremely hard, you can’t break it open.”

Fang Lin remained silent and started looking for the medicinal herbs he wanted the most.

First, you naturally have to start looking from those herbs full of vitality. As for those withered herbs, they’re basically not in consideration.

They have lost too much medicinal properties. Even if more precious, their value is greatly reduced, far less valuable than those vibrant herbs.

The Immortal Medicine Pavilion has two floors. Fang Lin walked around the first floor twice, and then followed the stairs to the second floor.

The white-robed elder naturally followed closely, always watching Fang Lin for fear that he’d heat up in the head and do something outrageous.