Chapter 283: Listening to the Teachings


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    Fang Lin lounged on a rattan chair, an expression ofziness etched on his face, his brows hinting at underlying worry.


    He had barely returned from the Endless Dungeon when he was off again to participate in the so-called Three Kingdoms Competition, all while serving as a substitute.


    Being a substitute was manageable, but what he hadn’t expected was the fiercepetition for the position. It wasn’t something you could just dere andnd.


    This left Fang Lin feeling incredibly frustrated. At heart, he was aid-back sort who despised inviting trouble. Unfortunately, trouble had a way of doggedly seeking him out.


    Honestly, if it were not for the Dragon Blood Spring, Fang Lin wouldn’t give a damn about the substitute role. Anyone else can take it for all he cared.


    However, the prospect of bathing in the Dragon Blood Spring as a reward for taking up the substitute role was enough to spur Fang Lin into fighting for the position.


    As for Han Xiaoxing’s vision, Fang Lin was not the least concerned. Given his skills, he could surely cure her. It was only a matter of time.


    Even if Han Xiaoxing were to lose her eyes entirely, Fang Lin had the means to heal her. Such was the power of the Pill Sovereign, almost divine in scope. Otherwise, in his previous life, he wouldn’t have attempted to concoct the twisted Life and Death Reincarnation Pill in an ill-fated attempt to escape the cycle of birth and death, hoping to achieve true and evesting life.


    In his idle time, Fang Lin pped the Nine Pce Bag, extracting the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng.


    “Let me tell you, I am not happy! Don’t keep me inside this rotten bag.” The moment the Corpse Ginseng was released, it red angrily, expressing its discontent.


    Fang Lin broke into a grin, grabbed the Corpse Ginseng, and whacked it onto the ground a couple of times out of habit.


    “Tell me, what’s the use of keeping you around?” Fang Lin pondered out loud.


    The moment the Corpse Ginseng heard this, it instantly shrank back, “OMG, the purposes I have are innumerable! But if you don’t want me around, let me go and let me taste the beauty of this world, to experience the reality of performance art in human kindness.”


    As it spoke, the eyes of the Corpse Ginseng manifested a yearning for freedom.


    Fang Lin burst intoughter, “You truly embody performance art, huh? You, a sleazy old radish, let loose, will certainly be a nuisance. Without you causing havoc to others, I’d rather keep you around. Even if I marinate you and turn you into a pickle, it would still be for the best.”


    The Corpse Ginseng was instantly enraged, “You n to marinate me and turn me into a pickle? That’s disgraceful!”


    However, right after it finished, the Corpse Ginseng hesitated, “What’s a pickle?”


    Fang Lin smirked as he held the Corpse Ginseng close and said, “A pickle is a rare and valuable food item, highly popr among the Human n.”


    Upon hearing this, the Corpse Ginseng’s eyes instantly brightened, “Really popr, huh? Then I’ll be a pickle. I, too, want to be popr!”


    Fang Lin burst intoughter again as the Corpse Ginsengughed along, henceforth aspiring to be an ambitious, upward, and idealistic pickle.


    While Fang Lin was conversating with the thousand-year-old pickle, a Message Transmitting Jade Slip suddenly moved.


    Fang Lin picked it up and listened. His face wore an odd expression.


    Turned out, Fang Lin’s second master, Elder Qian, had summoned him for a lesson.


    Fang Lin couldn’t help butugh and cry at the same time. He, as an esteemed Pill Sovereign, was attending someone else’s teachings. It was just too absurd.


    However, Fang Lin had no choice but to oblige obediently.


    Despite the displeased eyes of the thousand-year-old pickle, Fang Lin tossed it back into the Nine Pce Bag, and set off towards the Elder Qian’s residence.


    Elder Qian held a lofty position in the Purple Mist Sect, second only to Sect Master Han Luoyun. When Han Luoyun was not around, Elder Qian had the authority to wieldmand.


    In the Purple Mist Sect, there were less than five of Elder Qian’s standings, each one a highly esteemed elder of advanced age. Even in front of these “Great Elders,” Han Luoyun had to address himself as a junior.


    Moreover, Elder Qian possessed the highest level of Pill Refining mastery within the Purple Mist Sect. He was also a direct descendant of one of the Four Saints of Pill Sect.


    Even throughout Qian Country, Elder Qian’s reputation was renowned. Wherever he went, he was respected. His position within the Pill Alliance was no less than significant.


    Generally speaking, with Elder Qian’s abilities and position in Pill Alliance, he could have established himself within the alliance and left the Purple Mist Sect.


    However, Elder Qian had chosen to stay in the Purple Mist Sect, residing as a retired elder, and typically chose not to meddle in affairs.


    Elder Qian had his own courtyard, although far from luxurious, it was rather simple. It housed two simple rooms surrounded by arge quantity of medicinal nts. The scents of these nts filled the air throughout the year, bing a unique sight within the Purple Mist Sect.


    Within the Purple Mist Sect, everyone knew Elder Qian cherished his own medicinal field. He spent a considerable amount of time daily in meticulous care. He protected these nts from the rain and snow as if they were even more precious than his own progeny.


    Once, a few disciples from Martial Sect identally crushed some herbs on the edge while passing by. Elder Qian threw them all into the Pill Furnace out of rage. They were nearly refined by him into Human Flesh Pills.


    When Fang Lin arrived, he saw Elder Qian, with a hoe on his shoulder, tending the medicine field. The old man looked nothing like a respected elder and more like an old farmer out in the fields.


    If Elder Qian changed into farmer’s clothes, he would indeed look no different from a farmer.


    “Master, your disciple has arrived.” From a distance, Fang Lin respectfully greeted and meanwhile observed the medical field with his eyes.


    “Come here, see how amazing your Master’s medicinal field is? Nice view, isn’t it?” Elder Qian straightened up, beckoning Fang Lin over, his face glowing with pride as he gestured to the medicinal field beneath his feet.


    This was an old habit of Elder Qian. Every time someone visited, he insisted on showing off his medicinal field. If they did notpliment it, Elder Qian wouldn’t allow them to leave.


    Fang Lin nced at the medicinal field and smiled, “Master’s medicinal field is indeed beyond words. Looking at it just once is enough to bring pleasure to the beholder.”


    Having heard this, Elder Qian was immediately thrilled. Heughed heartily, patted Fang Lin’s shoulder. However, Fang Lin cringed inwardly. The old man’s hands were all muddy, and the pat left dirt all over him.


    “I must say, since you became my disciple, you’ve never visited this ce, right? No doubt in your eyes only Han Luoyun is your master, and I, this old coot, have been long forgotten by you?” Elder Qian spoke, feigning dissatisfaction.


    Fang Lin scratched his head awkwardly, “Master, what are you talking about? How could I forget about you?”


    Elder Qian snorted and walked towards a water vat. He washed his grimy hands.


    “What’s your current level?” While washing his hands, Elder Qian casually asked.


    Fang Lin candidly replied, “Earth Element Seventh Level.”


    Elder Qian paused, then looked at Fang Lin with a shocked expression, “What have you been eating, son? How did you manage to advance so quickly?”