Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“B*llsh*t! As long as I’m here, I’ll never allow you to defile my son!” Yuan Sanping shouted in rage although he was secretly feeling rather worried. The wounding power of Fang Lin’s words was too savage. Fortunately, Fang Lin did not have much evidence. Otherwise, if his son’s crime was proven, Yuan Bo could not escape heavy punishment even if he defended his son at full force.
“Fang Lin, don’t make false accusations without any evidence!” another elder shouted aloud as well.
Yuan Bo grunted once. He continued to act as if he did not care at all. Even though he had said those words, what was the significance then? Who could prove that he had said those words?
Even though the numerous people present had been listening to his racket for the past few days, Yuan Bo trusted that they would not take a stand and accuse himself just because of the nobody, Fang Lin.
However, the reality did not correspond with his hope. A person stepped forward from the crowd and raised something in his hand while speaking loudly, “I have the evidence of Yuan Bo’s speech over the past few days over here!”
Whoa!
A tossed stone raised a thousand ripples. The crowd immediately looked toward the person. They fixed their eyes upon him and discovered that it was none other than Xu Shangao.
Fang Lin was stunned for a moment. Soon afterward, he cracked into a smile.
The crowd looked at Xu Shangao with close attention. Some were watching him with surprise and bewilderment while some had an indifferent gaze and some looked hostile.
Xu Shangao was just a low-grade disciple. Therefore, he was feeling rather nervous in his heart when so many people focused on him. However, he had already stepped out, so he could not possibly retreat once again when the situation was so critical.
At once, Xu Shangao feigned his calmness. He repeated, “I’ve already recorded all of Yuan Bo’s conversations for the past few days through this Lingering Sound Shell.”
Upon saying that, Yuan Sanping had a drastic change of expression at once. On the other hand, Yuan Bo’s chubby face turned ghastly pale. The three elders on Yuan Sanping’s side stood gazing uncertainly at one another. In the end, they shook their heads and retreated to the side.
“Pass me the Lingering Sound Shell,” Mu Yan said.
Upon hearing the instruction, Xu Shangao walked forward in a haste and passed the Lingering Sound Shell to her respectfully, much to his relief.
Mu Yan held the Lingering Sound Shell and looked at the Yuans. She said, “Would you like me to play the recording in the Lingering Sound Shell to everyone?”
Clenching his fists tightly, Yuan Sanping’s expression was pitch black with rage. Yuan Bo was looking at his father as if he was desperately seeking help.
Yuan Sanping inhaled a deep breath. Finally, he finally managed to calm himself down. He spoke in a deep voice, “It’s true that my son is guilty in today’s incident. I’m going to take him to meet the first elder so the first elder can deal with this good-for-nothing, unfilial son!” Instantly, he grabbed Yuan Bo by the collar and pulled him away like he was dragging a dead dog.
The farce abruptly ended in such a manner with Yuan Sanping and his son having suffered an overwhelming defeat.
Afterward, Yuan Sanping really brought Yuan Bo to see the first elder, Gu Daofeng. As a result, Gu Daofeng did not offer Yuan Bo a lenient punishment. Instead, he dispatched the order to strip Yuan Bo’s permission to enter the alchemy academy for a year. Meanwhile, Yuan Sanping’s punishment was to face the wall for a year because he defended Yuan Bo.
Many people were well aware that the first elder did not intend to truly punish the Yuans by imposing such punishments. He had no other choice but to enforce such punishments that were neither light nor severe.
After all, Mu Yan had evidence of Yuan Bo’s terrible behavior in her hands, and this was detrimental to them. Despite everything, she demonstrated mercy by choosing not to expose it to the others. If she had played the recording of Yuan Bo’s words in the Lingering Sound Shell the other day, no one could protect Yuan Bo anymore and Yuan Sanpin would be seriously afflicted as well.
Gu Daofeng understood very well that Mu Yan chose not to do that as a warning to him. Without anyone noticing, the small conflict between Fang Lin and Yuan Bo developed into an invisible trial of strength between Mu Yan and the alchemy sect’s first elder.
On the other hand, Mu Yan actually had the upper hand in this extremely veiled trial of strength.
Many disciples in the alchemy sect cheered joyously for the miserable ending that dawned upon the Yuan father and son pair. After all, they had a bad reputation for being notorious in the alchemy sect and were loathed by many disciples.
Now that the Yuans were punished, they would not be making an appearance throughout the year. Naturally, the disciples were elated, so they developed a favorable impression of Fang Lin as well.
Numerous alchemy sect disciples had also begun to admire Fang Lin. After so many years, he was the only person brave enough to confront the Yuan father and son which resulted in their defeat.
Of course, there were some alchemy sect disciples that felt concerned for Fang Lin and pitied him secretly. While the Yuans may not make an appearance for a year at the most, what about after a year? They would certainly make an appearance by then and oppose Fang Lin for certain. On the other hand, it would not be a small fight anymore but could possibly be a sudden yet fatal blow.
After that day, Fang Lin acted as if nothing happened. He continued to explore the alchemy academy leisurely just as before.
Fang Lin refused to attend any elder’s lesson just like the past. In fact, he did not even frequently go into the ten alchemy rooms in the Yellow Building.
On this very day, Fang Lin had just left alchemy room number three. After absorbing a large amount of cauldron energy, his realm was elevating at an exceedingly swift speed. He was already almost approaching the breakthrough point to the level-7 primordial man realm now.
Level-7 primordial man was the divider of the primordial man realm. Without the level-7 primordial man realm, one could never become a high-grade disciple no matter how great their alchemy skills were.
The lowest realm requirement of a high-grade disciple was level-7 primordial man. Not many low-grade disciples were worthy opponents of Fang Lin due to his current martial arts capability. However, he was still slightly weaker when it came to fighting a high-grade disciple.
If this was the martial arts sect, Fang Lin’s capability was only considered medium-low grade.
Fang Lin walked out from alchemy room number three and was about to meet the others for lunch when he saw an old man dressed in white with a kind expression standing in the distance. The old man nodded while smiling by way of greeting.
Fang Lin was feeling rather puzzled, but he walked over to the old man anyhow.
“Are you looking for me, Senior?” he asked with his hands cupped before his chest in salutation. He had a respectful expression on his face.
The old, white-haired man nodded. He had a gentle and kind expression on his aged face, but Fang Lin did not let his guard down just because of the old man’s kind expression. The vigilance in his heart was heightened instead.
“Fang Lin, you used an ancient alchemy technique known as the Three Mountain Shakes when you were engaged in an alchemy match with Lu Jiuhe from the other day,” said the old man slowly.
Fang Lin nodded but did not answer the question.
The old man continued, “I wasn’t around the other day, but I heard about it from the others afterward. I was very shocked. May I inquire where you learned the Three Mountain Shakes technique?”
Fang Lin spoke while being calm and composed, “I was taught by a master when I was young.”
The old man nodded. His gaze swept past Fang Lin and took a glance subconsciously. “Fang Lin, you are an official disciple of our alchemy sect now. The Three Mountain Shakes is an ancient alchemy technique that we’ve been searching painstakingly for a long time as alchemists. Since you’re skilled in this technique, then you should write it down and give it to the alchemy sect so that more alchemy sect disciples can learn about this technique. By doing so, you’ll be rendering our alchemy sect an extraordinary service too!”
Fang Lin became enlightened at once when he heard the old man’s words. So, the old man had come looking for him for the purpose of the Three Mountain Shakes. Fang Lin was not surprised. Ever since he unleashed the Three Mountain Shakes the other day, he was expecting such a day like this to arrive.
“Fang Lin, what do you think? I’ll make the exception to promote you to a medium-grade disciple if you’re willing to give the Three Mountain Shakes technique to the alchemy sect. Moreover, you’ll be rewarded with a White Mountain Cauldron,” the old man said, sounding as if he was trying to entice Fang Lin.