The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 635: Chapter 635: The Past of the Old Dried Corpse

Hum!

Fang Lin’s words had just dropped when a blood-red longsword flew out of the Nine Palace Bag, its tip aiming directly at Fang Lin, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.

The color of Fang Lin’s face changed instantly. “Hehe, senior, we can talk this out, we are acquainted after all, there is no need for threats with swords,” he said.

The blood-red longsword circled around Fang Lin but didn’t descend. Still, it was enough to startle Fang Lin.

“Do you want to know the origin of this sword?” the Demon Saint asked.

Fang Lin was stunned. The origin of this sword? What could it be? Wasn’t it just a weapon of the Demon Saint?

“This sword… does it have a special origin?” Fang Lin inquired.

The Demon Saint appeared and stood in front of Fang Lin. He stroked the blood-red longsword, his eyes filled with a profound sense of sorrow.

Seeing the Demon Saint’s expression, Fang Lin instantly knew that this sword was extraordinary and held a profound significance to the Demon Saint.

“Do you understand the meaning of the title, Demon Saint?” the Demon Saint asked again, confusing Fang Lin.

Despite his confusion, Fang Lin still earnestly replied, “The Demon Saint can command all demons and is considered the king of the Demon Clan.”

The Demon Saint laughed. His crinkled face twisted into a chilling smile, and at first glance, he looked like a grinning corpse, a sight that made one’s hairs stand on end.

Fang Lin also shivered slightly; this Demon Saint was truly hideous.

“You’re right. The Demon Saint indeed has command over all demons.” Deciding to demonstrate his point, the Demon Saint waved at a few Demon Kings hidden in the mist. Each of them dutifully knelt before him, performing the ritual of three kneels and nine bows.

It was an awe-inspiring spectacle.

Seeing these several beast-sized Demon Kings bowing to an old dried corpse, anyone who saw it would have their eyes pop out of their sockets.

However, Fang Lin was unfazed. He had seen much in his time and understood the weight held by the title ‘Demon Saint’ in the Demon Clan. The sight of the Demon Kings bowing was not surprising to him.

“I am a human but also the Demon Saint. It’s a truly ludicrous situation,” the Demon Saint said, his wrinkled face twisting into an even more wretched smile.

Fang Lin showed signs of confusion. This was something he had always found puzzling. The Demon Saint was clearly human, yet he was the holy leader of the Demon Clan, a concept he found difficult to understand.

Fang Lin knew about the existence of the Demon Saint. It was established in the dark days when humanity was treated as mere sustenance, the most powerful Demon Beasts were called the Demon Saints.

Every time a Demon Saint died or fell, a new one would be born to command the various demons. Generally, the successor would come from the ranks of the Demon Clan. However, the old dried corpse before him was of the Human Clan, making his status as the Demon Saint incomprehensible.

“During the great chaos of the world, when the Human Clan’s strong were falling one by one, the Demon Clan was on the rise and the Human clan was on the brink of extinction. That was when I became known as the Demon Saint,” the Old Dried Corpse revealed. This revelation shocked Fang Lin, hinting towards something he’d suspected.

The chaotic era mentioned by the Old Dried Corpse was after Martial Lord Hou Yi shot down the nine suns. When the human clan was dwindling, the most vibrant era was collapsing, and the Demon Clan was thriving, preparing to counter-attack against the humans.

During that time, Fang Lin had already perished so he didn’t know what really happened. But now, after everything he had been through, he’d learnt a lot. The Human Clan was not wiped out by the Demon Clan after an earth-shattering battle. The Human Clan was heavily wounded but managed to survive and weren’t eliminated by the Demon Clan.

This Old Dried Corpse turned out to be the Demon Saint of that era. Which meant he probably participated in that great war between humans and demons. Yet he was a human himself and also the Demon Saint, it was unclear as to which side he was on.

“Senior, you must have aided the Human Clan back then, right?” Fang Lin ventured to ask.

Contrary to what Fang Lin had expected, the Old Dried Corpse scoffed at him. “Aid the Human Clan? Why would I aid the Human Clan?”

Fang Lin didn’t know what to say; the Demon Saint was one of their own, not a demon. Of course, he should have aided the Human Clan.

But Fang Lin didn’t voice his thoughts, fear of provoking the Old Dried Corpse stopping him.

The Old Dried Corpse sneered, “As the Demon Saint back then, I naturally led the demons against the Human Clan. My hands were stained with the blood of countless humans, but I was still not satisfied. I wanted to kill more people. I wished I could erase the entire Human Clan.”

An overwhelming killing intent erupted from the Old Dried Corpse. The blood-red longsword echoed a low hum, condensing an intense and deadly aura, seemingly responding to the Old Dried Corpse.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Fang Lin’s face twitched. This man and his sword were quite the matched pair. But listening to the Old Dried Corpse’s words, it seemed that the human him harbored intense resentment against the Human Clan.

“This sword is my younger sister,” the Old Dried Corpse suddenly stated.

Fang Lin was stunned at the statement. He looked at the blood-red longsword in front of him with a bewildered expression.

“Senior, this…” Fang Lin was at a loss for words.

This old guy actually regarded a sword as his younger sister. That was wildly strange. Anyone unfamiliar with the circumstances would think him a madman.

“My sister and I were both born into the large sect. Our father was the sect master. Everything was supposed to be wonderful. Unfortunately, the world is unpredictable. Our sect was destroyed, our parents were killed. Our sect was besieged, and my sister and I were trapped with no route of escape,” said the Old Dried Corpse slowly as he explained his past to Fang Lin.

“Through sheer luck, my sister and I survived. We quietly left the destroyed sect and hid in the mountains, but those people wouldn’t let us go. They kept sending men to hunt us down. Thanks to several demon beasts, we survived. Yet, those demon beasts were also slaughtered by the powerful people who were chasing us down. We had to flee again,” the Old Dried Corpse continued and the blood-red longsword let out a hum.

Fang Lin’s brow furrowed. This past was indeed a heavy one. He never imagined that this unfathomably powerful Demon Saint once had such a past.

“In my sect, there was an old, evil technique, which I happened to bring out when we escape. Later, my sister and I were trapped at the peak of a volcano, with no way up to heaven nor down to earth. The only path was that of death,” the Old Dried Corpse stated. He suddenly placed a finger on Fang Lin’s forehead.

“Watch carefully. The story I will show you will explain why I loathe the Human Clan so fiercely,” the Old Dried Corpse stated.

Fang Lin shuddered. His vision changed, and he found himself viewing a different scene.

It was a remote volcanic summit. The heat was unbearable. A young man and a weaker young girl huddled together, their gazes filled with despair as they looked down the mountain.

At the mountain’s base, numerous figures moved and blocked every possible escape route.