The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 473: Infuriating People to Death Without Compensation

Chapter 473: Chapter 473: Infuriating People to Death Without Compensation

Splat!

Unable to hold back any longer, Chen Wu spat out a mouthful of blood, his face twisted in fury. He longed to rush up and tear the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng to pieces himself.

Infuriating!

The burst of rage that had caused him to spit out blood was entirely the doing of the Corpse Ginseng.

Aside from anger, Chen Wu mostly felt shock. He was all too aware of the power of his sword. Even against formidable opponents like Zhao Shenji and Yang Xuanfeng, he had confidence in victory.

But this carrot spirit was far too peculiar and unnaturally tough! It had managed to withstand everything with just its short arm-like body.

Chen Wu truly began to question if it was his sword that had a problem or if the carrot spirit was actually that terrifying?

Not only him, but everyone watching except Fang Lin also looked at the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng with heavy scrutiny.

“Such an intense death energy exuding from this thing!” exclaimed Mu Hongchen, her pretty eyes flashing with surprise.

“This is not a carrot at all, but a ginseng that has gained sentience!” said Huo Rulong with a greedy look in his eyes.

Zhao Zhenlong remained silent, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

Sect Master He Qiannian wore a worried look on his old face as the appearance of the carrot spirit had completely turned the tide against Chen Wu, who was initially set for victory.

On Qian Country’s side, both Yang Jianye and Han Luoyun were startled, they hadn’t expected Fang Lin to have such a formidable force at his disposal.

“Are you sure you knew nothing about it?” Yang Jianye asked Han Luoyun suspiciously.

Han Luoyun shook his head, “I honestly had no idea, it seems this was Fang Lin’s secret weapon.”

At Han Luoyun’s response, Yang Jianye glanced at Huang Rulong and the others at a distance, whispering, “This item will likely stir up some people’s covetous desires.”

Han Luoyun nodded in agreement. Although the ginseng that looked like a carrot was a bit peculiar, it was nonetheless an extraordinary object given that it possessed intelligence and was unusually resilient, it was bound to attract attention.

The plaza was quickly being repaired. The array at this location was extraordinary, capable of restoring the damaged plaza in a very short time no matter the extent of the damage.

Presently, Chen Wu held his silver ancient-looking longsword with his body trembling. He didn’t feel any better after venting his anger by spitting blood.

“Kid, I haven’t even enjoyed myself yet, why are you already wilting? Come on, let’s continue!” the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng pointed at Chen Wu, speaking defiantly. It’s words along with its obscene expression made people want to stomp on it furiously.

Even Fang Lin was gnashing his teeth; he found the thing so infuriating that he also felt the urge to kick it.

Chen Wu was so incensed by the Corpse Ginseng that he wanted to go ballistic. In his rage, he wanted to swing his longsword again but quickly calmed himself down, a wave of fear washing over him.

Sect Master He Qiannian of the Hazy Sect also exhaled in relief at the sight from the edge of the arena. When Chen Wu was about to swing his sword again, he couldn’t help wanting to intervene.

The reason was simple and known only to Chen Wu and He Qiannian. Although the power of this ancient longsword is great, it is also a forbidden treasure. It can only be swung five times at most; any additional swing costs the user their soul.

He Qiannian had tried it in the past. He managed to swing the sword eight times, but the ninth swing left his soul feeble, and it took him half a year of rest to recover.

Considering Chen Wu’s low cultivation level, the sixth swing would exhaust his soul. At best, he would be feeble for over a year, and at worst, he could lose his life.

He could force a fifth swing out of the sword, Chen Wu might just be weakened and unable to recover for a while, but was it really worth it?

Obviously not. This carrot spirit was too peculiar; he simply couldn’t handle it. Even if he managed to strike it a couple more times, could he really kill it?

Clearly, he couldn’t.

Although the longsword was sharp, it was pointless if it was striking an odiously tough rock.

“Finally, I get a chance to enjoy myself, but none of the opponents are up to scratch. I’m lonely as snow and so very alone,” the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng said, shaking its head and strutting around as if it were unfathomable.

With a dark expression, Chen Wu felt incredibly vexed as he sheathed his longsword. He had initially thought that using this sword would secure him the victory against Fang Lin, but never would he have imagined that Fang Lin’s carrot spirit would leave him without any room to maneuver.

Seeing Chen Wu put his sword away, Fang Lin’s eyes flickered. He also suspected that the sword could not be used too many times, which eased his mind a bit.

“You’ve done well, here’s an ancient medicinal herb for you.” Fang Lin said, tossing out a plant.

The Corpse Ginseng caught the herb, its eyes glowing. Under the scrutinizing gazes of the crowd, it began to devour the herb.

“Kid, just you wait. Once I finish eating, we’ll fight another three hundred rounds.” The Corpse Ginseng continued chewing on the herb as it taunted Chen Wu. With each bite, it seemed to wolf down the herb as if it was starved.

Chen Wu’s mouth twitched involuntarily. Wait for your granny’s leg!

In a fit of rage, Chen Wu roared and charged towards the Corpse Ginseng with the intent of landing a solid beating on the detestable spirit, unleashing his Star-bursting Finger.

The Corpse Ginseng was sent flying but still clung onto the herb, squawking as it went soaring through the air. However, there wasn’t a scratch to be found on it.

Still, completely unharmed!

“Kid, how dare you sneak attack me! You’re a goner! I swear, I will beat you so bad, your own mother won’t recognise you!” The Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng yelled, though it wisely hid behind Fang Lin in the process.

Fang Lin was at a loss for words as Chen Wu came charging at him, his enraged face looking as though Fang Lin had killed his entire family.

Chen Wu had lost his cool and, in his fury, his attacks were fierce but full of openings.

Even when he attempted to execute his Hazy Palm technique, he could no longer do so with the fluid motion from before.

Bam!

Fang Lin landed a punch right on Chen Wu’s shoulder. Chen Wu, looking sullen, staggered back and Fang Lin seized the opportunity to launch a barrage of attacks.

Chen Wu was sent flying back, continuously spewing blood. He then landed in a pitiful heap on the platform.

Some people looked upon Chen Wu with pity, finding it sad to see him reduced to such a state because of a carrot spirit.

“Kid, you’re still far from being a match for me. Even my little brother can beat you to the point that your family wouldn’t recognise you. If I were to do it personally, you would have been reduced to ashes long ago,” the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng said smugly to Chen Wu, clutching the herb.

Fang Lin shot him a glare. Did this bold ginseng just call him his little brother?

Chen Wu was unwilling to accept defeat. His eyes flared with a stubborn determination. He refused to accept defeat, especially not at the hands of a carrot spirit.

“No! I, Chen Wu, will not lose! I still have a trump card!” Chen Wu suddenly jumped to his feet and slapped his Nine Palace Bag. His face was a picture of desperation and ferocity.