"It'll be here soon, just ahead."
Before long, the group entered the inner gate. Looking at the courtyard shrouded in gray mist in the distance, Long Bujie clenched his fists tightly.
"Is that the place where you were imprisoned back then?"
Seeing this, a cold glint also appeared in Fan Qiyue's eyes. "It seems that the other party has not left yet."
"kindness."
Without hesitation, Long nodded slightly and was about to step forward.
Gray Robe Sect, Alchemy Chamber.
"Elder Poison Master, what has happened to my son?"
The sect leader of the Gray Robe Sect looked at the young man lying on the jade bed with a sorrowful expression, his hands clenched into fists.
"I am powerless to do anything more."
Looking at the sect leader before him, the white-haired old man withdrew his hand from taking the young man's pulse and said coldly.
"Elder Poison Master, I beg you, please think of another way!"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately knelt before the old man and pleaded, "I will give you anything you want, as long as you can save my son. He is my only son, and we cannot have no male heir!"
He had been injured in that area during a previous battle. Although it didn't affect his ability to use it, he had long since lost his fertility.
This son was his only hope.
That's why he had such a strong desire to save his son's life.
After all, the son's fertility is not a problem. As long as he can survive, even if he is useless, he can still carry on the family line.
"Hmph, I repeatedly told you to take good care of that cauldron, but your good son almost beat it to death and even lost it!"
Upon hearing this, the previously icy-faced Poison Elder's expression turned angry. "He's courting death; he deserves to die. I can't save him!"
"No, Elder Poison, my son is just young and ignorant, and he is almost back to normal, so he got carried away for a moment."
A flash of resentment crossed the middle-aged man's eyes, but his expression remained pleading. "You were able to save his life for over a decade, can't you really...?"
“As I said before, the most extreme method was used to make him the best vessel to receive the bloodline.”
Poison Elder remained unmoved and coldly said, "From that day on, his lifespan limit was twelve years. That's why I've been telling you to take good care of the cauldron and not make the slightest mistake. Now, unless we find the cauldron again, there's no solution!"
"Cauldron...cauldron..."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man finally collapsed to the ground in despair. "We've been searching for that cauldron for almost a year, and there's still no trace of it. This empire is so vast, where can we even begin to look?"
"Bang bang bang..."
Just then, the door to the alchemy room was suddenly pounded loudly, and a disciple's panicked voice rang out, "Sect Master, something terrible has happened!"
"You're asking for it!"
The sect leader had already given instructions that no one was allowed to approach the alchemy room, let alone disturb it.
He was already in a bad mood, and the behavior of these disciples enraged him. With a wave of his hand, he swept them away.
"Pfft..."
The disciple vomited blood immediately after landing heavily, and his vision blurred.
"Cough cough cough..."
However, the situation was urgent, and the disciple dared not faint. He forced himself to sit up, stammering, "Idiot...idiot...they've...they've broken in..."
"What idiot broke in?"
Upon hearing this, the sect leader was taken aback at first, then suddenly rushed to the disciple, excitedly grabbing his collar and exclaiming, "The cauldron has been found?!"
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