C1 A Small Town in the South of the Border

The Crimson Dragon Mountain Range was filled with numerous peaks that were continuous with rare and precious strange beasts. The scenery was extremely steep. In a small town in the south, near the edge of the Scarlet Dragon Mountain Range, there was a large crowd. The treasures here made this remote town filled with an endless stream of merchants.

In this small town, the Lin Clan had been occupying this spot for a long time. After a hundred years of development, the Lin Clan slowly moved from a small force to a middle power in the small town.

Sunlight shone through the leaves, speckling the green grass. There were all sorts of unknown wild flowers growing everywhere, and strange looking beautiful stones, along with small flowers, adorned with a beautiful picture scroll.

This was the back mountain of the Lin Clan. Only two people could enjoy such a beautiful scenery. An old man was lazily lying on top of an irregular boulder, seemingly enjoying the warm sunlight. Suddenly, a burst of discordant sounds disrupted the old man's beautiful dream.

"Old man, what kind of broken cauldron is this? Why can't I refine pills?" Lin Fan looked at the lazy looking old man in front of him. His entire body seemed extremely wasteful. He wore a black robe, and it was as if he was hanging from his body. With his hands behind his head and eyes slightly squinted, he crossed his legs and enjoyed himself.

"F * ck, boy, do you really think being an alchemist is so easy? Otherwise, how could the streets be so full of them, and reveal our unique identities?" The old man opened his eyes and looked at Lin Fan, who looked to be about fifteen years old. His green robe looked rather elegant.

However, Lin Fan's words made the old man happy. This was the Dragon Soul Cauldron, the number one divine tool of the Nine Prefectures! It was actually called the Broken Cauldron? How could those emotions that pursued the transcendent realm endure?

The old man stood up from the rock, stretched his back and looked at the forest behind Lin Fan, moving his neck left and right. The corner of his mouth curved slightly.

This place was the Lin Clan's back mountain, and was also the old man's exclusive residence. Due to his special identity in the Lin Clan, Lin Fan's father was also the head of the Lin Clan, Lin Zhannan. They had specially found this holy land. Not only was the spirit energy abundant, the environment was also elegant. Everywhere the wild flowers are fragrant, the four seasons are evergreen.

Ordinary members of the Lin Clan were not allowed to enter here, except of course for Lin Fan, who stood in front of the old man. Sometimes, even Lin Fan couldn't understand what this old man was capable of, living in the best place in his family.

"Eh?" "You can't just suddenly lose your spiritual energy while I'm refining medicine, which will cause pain to my entire body." Lin Fan looked at the old man and felt extremely displeased. After all, he was still the young master of the Lin Clan, so what pill was he going to refine?

"You brat, don't you know that you only have three Spiritual Energies? With your current appearance, if you haven't been devoured by the Dragon Soul Cauldron, you'll be considered to be out of luck. " The old man shook his head, his robes fluttering in the breeze. At this moment, the old man seemed to possess another kind of haughty and aloof aura.

"Weren't you the one who asked me to learn alchemy with you?" Who said it could be called an expert revered by tens of thousands of people, who was the one who said it in such a way in the first place? " Lin Fan's mouth was wide open as he yelled, his heart in his throat.

He did not know the origin of this old man, but when he was twelve years old, this old man suddenly became a guest of his family. His father, Lin Zhannan, was extremely respectful towards this old man. However, this old man didn't seem to have any interest in the Lin Clan. He only found him in the back mountain and wanted to take him as a disciple to learn alchemy and become a pill refiner.

Over the past three years, Lin Fan had almost completely stopped cultivating his spiritual energy, and focused all his attention on alchemy. However, in these three years, some of his peers had already entered the spirit soldier level. Only he was still struggling with his spiritual energy.

"Yes, it was true that I told you to refine pills, but I also said that I would only teach you how to refine pills after you became a Spiritual Scholar. This Dragon Soul Cauldron is only for you to study it during your free time. I didn't expect you to be obsessed with it." The old man was also somewhat helpless, but he was quite satisfied with Lin Fan's perception. In these three years, although there had been no progress in spiritual energy, he could actually unleash a bit of the Dragon Soul's power through the Dragon Soul Cauldron.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" "There's still one more month before the family competition. If I were to be ranked last, I want to see where you put your old face. You still claim to be the number one alchemist in the entire Nine Prefectures, you would be bragging." Lin Fan tossed the Dragon Soul Cauldron in his hand to the old man. He really didn't understand why his father would be so respectful to this old man.

"Fuck, young people have to be able to hold their cool, isn't there still a month left? "This month, you should train well …" Before the old man could finish his words, he heard Lin Fan yell. Do you think it's a big sweet potato? You think you can catch up to them for three years if you train hard every month? The older you get, the more confused you become. "

"There's still tomorrow. Tomorrow is the usual monthly test, and I'm going to be last place again. It's all because of you, old guy."

Lin Fan almost jumped up. He now understood that he had not done anything in three years and had just carried on with his research for three years without learning anything. He couldn't even concoct normal pills, and he had used up all his savings for so many years as well.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan felt his blood boil. In the past, his strength and those of his clan were equal, but now, he was a whole step behind. Was this old man not afraid of whispering that if he were to train hard within a month and train hard within a month, he would become a Spiritual Scholar?

"Eh, conventional methods are indeed not good enough." The old man shook his head as he fiddled with the Dragon Soul Cauldron in his hands. His eyes instantly lit up. He had spent a great deal of effort to obtain this Dragon Soul Cauldron from the experts. For the sake of this Dragon Soul Cauldron, he had caused the death of countless people, and had also caused this old man to offend many powers.

Under the cover of the experts, the old man successfully escaped from the hands of those experts to this small town in the southern border. However, he had also suffered quite a few injuries. The spirit energy within his dantian had been sealed. Now, he only had his hand left on the alchemy technique.

Hiding in a forest village, he coincidentally bumped into Lin Fan and had the urge to take him in as a disciple. But he was a bit depressed now, after all these three years, Lin Fan had called him an old man, which made him so angry he was about to spit out blood. If it was back then, when he said he would take in disciples, those cultivation geniuses would have just followed him like a bunch of bunglers. Lin Fan, on the other hand, was fine with suspecting him. He didn't even know how to respect his teachers.

"Alright, I won't be angry anymore. I'm going to cultivate. Goodbye." Lin Fan waved his hand and headed down the mountain. If he did not start cultivating now, in the family competition one month later, not only would he become the last person to be ridiculed, he would also be allocated as a cultivation cripple.

On the path of cultivation, spiritual energy was the foundation. The entrant absorbs the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth, condensing it into spiritual energy. Becoming a Spiritual Scholar at the level of nine Spiritual Energies was also the threshold for cultivators. Only by stepping over this threshold would one be qualified to become the target of envy for others. After all, there were many people who would remain at this level their entire lives.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan clenched his fists. He was the son of the Patriarch, the young master of the Lin Clan. How could he be called a cultivation cripple? They all said that a tiger father doesn't have a dog son, and his own father had already entered into the intermediate great Spirit Master realm, while he himself only had three Spiritual Energies.