Chapter 542: Ancient Alchemy Tao Texts
“Why has he sped up again?” the newcomer, a young and naive pill refiner, asked.
The more experienced Pill Refiner next to him seemed embarrassed, but replied with seriousness, “What do you know? Earlier, he was taking his time for precision, now he is speeding up. Haven’t you seen how fast Zhang Wenxuan is going? Of course, Fang Lin has to catch up, or he’ll fall too far behind.”
The newcomer pill refiner looked at the older one oddly, but didn’t ask any more questions.
At the moment, Fang Lin was indeed speeding up, even outpacing Zhang Wenxuan by a bit.
Of course, to a layman, the movements of both men’s hands were incredibly fast, but in the eyes of an expert, Fang Lin’s actions were even faster than Zhang Wenxuan’s.
However, Zhang Wenxuan was the first to start, so even though Fang Lin sped up later, Zhang Wenxuan still managed to put all the herbs into the pill furnace first.
Zhang Wenxuan covered the furnace and slapped it, a blaze immediately rose, nearly wrapping the entire pill furnace.
Up to this point, Zhang Wenxuan’s steps have been quite regular, not showing any special techniques.
After throwing the last herb into the pill furnace, Fang Lin shut it with aqua blue flames burning fiercely.
The temperature in the hall surged instantly. Zhang Wenxuan and Fang Lin glanced at each other with a smile hinted at the corners of their mouths.
“Wouldn’t refining pills without a flame fight be boring?” Zhang Wenxuan said, waving his hand and the red flame over the pill furnace transformed into a sweeping flame giant hand, reaching out to where Fang Lin was.
Fang Lin was undaunted, lightly patted the pill furnace, and the blue flame instantly transformed into a sword.
“What impressive control!” someone exclaimed from the side.
The sword slashed out, cutting the flame giant hand in two, and not only that, but the flame longsword charged towards Zhang Wenxuan, emitting an unbearably scorching aura.
“Bring it on!” Zhang Wenxuan shouted, and the flames in front of him grew more violent. As he waved his hands, the flames solidified into a giant.
No, a fire giant, levitated above Zhang Wenxuan’s pill furnace, emanating an air of power and authority.
The flaming longsword approached, and the giant punched, instantly causing the flame longsword to disintegrate.
This scene caused gasps of astonishment from the crowd. This was truly an exciting face-off, full of action and was a feast for the eyes.
As the flame longsword disintegrated, Fang Lin did not show any signs of panic. He seemed completely uninterested, not even batting an eye.
“Huh?” Zhang Wenxuan suddenly realized something was off. The disintegrated blue flames were re-forming into dense fists.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!
Flaming fists constantly bombarded the giant. Zhang Wenxuan’s face turned grim. He struggled to control the fire giant to fight back, but there were too many punches, coming in thick and fast, impossible to defend against.
Eventually, the fire giant crumbled. Zhang Wenxuan wore a gloomy expression, cried out and gathered the collapsed flames. He twirled the flames together with both hands.
“I’ll let you experience my true skills!” Zhang Wenxuan claimed, his expression becoming exceptionally solemn.
Those flames floating in front of Zhang Wenxuan began to form into old, complex characters.
To be able to mold flames into characters required exceedingly precise control of the flames, otherwise it would be impossible.
Not only that, but each character formed from the flames was ancient and mysterious, each one seemed to carry a certain power.
Upon seeing this, Fang Lin frowned slightly, looking somewhat surprised.
“An ancient alchemy text?” Fang Lin murmured to himself without doing anything, and began to watch Zhang Wenxuan with interest.
“What is this…” The onlookers were drawn in by the scene unfolding before Zhang Wenxuan, especially the ancient words formed by the flames, which seemed to have a strange allure, captivating all the pill refiners present.
Even a person as formidable as Chen Yongnian couldn’t help but show a gleam of interest in his eyes, as Zhang Wenxuan was using a skill not seen before to them.
There were 18 characters formed from flames. Fang Lin lost interest when there were only 18 words in the spell. He thought Zhang Wenxuan could form a complete ancient alchemy text, but it turned out to be only 18 characters long.
If Zhang Wenxuan knew Fang Lin’s thoughts, he would be enraged. Those 18 ancient alchemy characters were already Zhang Wenxuan’s limit. Forming each additional character meant the flames were even harder to control. If there were any more, Zhang Wenxuan would lose control of the flames.
Not to mention, those 18 ancient characters were already the limit of Zhang Wenxuan’s comprehension. Although he received ancient alchemy text, most of it was beyond his comprehension. Only these eighteen characters he fully understood, after researching countless volumes, thus he was able to display them.
“Fang Lin, how can you counter this?” Zhang Wenxuan sneered. These 18 ancient characters, formed by Soul Commanding Pill Fire, held unpredictable power—powerful enough to change the face of anyone at Four Cauldrons level.
Despite all this, Fang Lin still appeared relaxed. Grinning, he responded, “Only 18 ancient characters, and you’re already so proud? Let me show you what true ancient alchemy text is!”
As he finished speaking, the blue flames in front of Fang Lin surged rapidly, forming ancient and mysterious characters one by one.
“My God, Fang Lin knows this too?”
“Are we even allowed to live?”
“It’s simply unbelievable.”
Zhang Wenxuan was dumbfounded, Fang Lin could also form ancient alchemy characters, and it seemed much easier than he did.
“This is impossible!” Zhang Wenxuan roared, his eyes red with anger. Without further thought, he drove all eighteen fiery ancient characters in front of him towards Fang Lin.
The eighteen fiery ancient characters emitted a terrifying aura, just like the most ancient Alchemy Tao.
“A substandard ancient alchemy text has the audacity to act so bold in front of me?” Fang Lin ridiculed, although the text in front of him contained the only ten characters, each character radiated an extraordinary aura.
Just as the eighteen ancient characters of Zhang Wenxuan approached, they dimmed, as if a mouse had just met a cat. They receded, all the way back to where they originated.
“Your ancient alchemy text is too mediocre. Watch mine.” Fang Lin exclaimed and waved his hand. The ten fiery words roared forward.
At this moment, Zhang Wenxuan revealed a look of shock, he felt as though he was about to face an ancient alchemical powerhouse.