The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

After transforming the two into puppets, Fang Lin immediately returned to the Purple Mist Sect and once again entered the ancient cave; he had to have a conversation with the woman inside the cave to see if she was related to the three sects of the Seven Seas.

Upon entering the ancient cave, the woman’s voice echoed, “What are you here for this time?”

Fang Lin looked towards the vague silhouette of the woman in the dark depths and said, “I want to know if you have any connection with the three sects of the Seven Seas?”

As soon as Fang Lin mentioned the three sects of the Seven Seas, the woman fell into a brief silence before sneering, “What? Have you had contact with the people from the sects?”

Fang Lin hummed in affirmation, “Indeed, I’ve had contact with them. They told me they came here to rescue someone, and I guess that someone must be you.”

“Kid, your guess isn’t wrong, the person that the sects want to rescue is indeed me.” The woman did not hide anything, admitting it directly.

With that, Fang Lin’s curiosity intensified; the woman in the ancient cave, a survivor from the era of Fang Lin’s previous life, how could she possibly be involved with the three sects of the Seven Seas? And how did the sects know she was suppressed here?

“What is your relationship with the sects?” Fang Lin asked directly.

“Hah, my relationship with the sects? I don’t mind telling you that without me, there wouldn’t be these so-called three sects of the Seven Seas,” the woman said, her speech tinged with mockery, deriding not just Fang Lin but also herself.

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin was somewhat surprised; without this woman, there were no three sects of the Seven Seas? What did that mean? Could it be that she was the founder of the sects? That seemed unlikely.

To Fang Lin’s knowledge, the existence of the three sects of the Seven Seas spanned as many years as the Nine Countries, and it was hard to say whose history was longer.

The birth of the sects was even more of a mystery, and although the Nine Countries had some records of the sects, they were not detailed. It was only known that the sects had profound legacies, seemingly possessing a group of powerhouses from ancient times.

But how the sects were actually founded might only be known by the sect members themselves.

The woman in the ancient cave was shrouded in mystery; she had told Fang Lin that she was an enemy of the Pill Saint Palace and also said that there were surviving members of the Pill Saint Palace, and more than one at that.

Fang Lin had initially speculated that this woman might have some connection to the Pill Saint Palace, but now, it appeared that the secrets she harbored were likely even greater.

“Are you the founder of the sects?” Fang Lin asked with a frown.

“Founder? Not exactly, but my significance to the sects is almost equivalent to that of a founder. When people from the sects see me, they must pay their respects as if they are meeting the ancestor of the sects,” the woman said, her tone laced with a sense of pride.

Fang Lin’s expression grew more solemn, realizing that if this woman was not spouting nonsense, then the situation had become quite grave.

Someone equivalent to the founder of the sects being suppressed here meant that the sects would send exceedingly powerful individuals for the rescue, and the monk in the golden robe was one such example. Only the Demon Puppet could fend him off.

If more such powerhouses were to come, or even someone from the very top echelons of the sects, could the small Qian Country still exist?