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Chapter 338: Chapter 338: Fu Haixin Guards the Mountain Gate
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After much haggling, Fu Haixin finally clenched her fists, flushed red, and agreed bitterly to guard the Purple Mist Sect’s mountain gate for three months.
Three months was neither long nor short, but for Fu Haixin who was about to go on duty, it was bound to be an agonizingly long period.
But she had no choice, those who gamble accept losses. She wasn’t thick-skinned enough to deny her losses. And if she couldn’t face this failure, then her Alchemy Tao would certainly be hindered in the future.
So, to guard the mountain gate was not just her fulfillment of the bet with Fang Lin, but also proof of Fu Haixin’s courage in confronting her own failure.
The people from the Ten-Thousand Medicine Sect were the ones who suffered the biggest loss. They experienced another failure, and although it wasn’t as bad as the last time when a large group of disciples was detained by the Purple Mist Sect, it was a blow to their pride.
This time, they had come over to demand the Nine Treasure Luminous Cauldron with great confidence and to erase their previous humiliation, but they fell flat on their faces again. They not only didn’t get the Nine Treasure Luminous Cauldron back, but they also resulted in Fu Haixin having to guard the Purple Mist Sect’s gate for three months.
Gong Wuliang and the others in the Ten-thousand Medicine Sect all knew that after this incident, Fu Haixin would sever her ties with their sect completely. After all, she wouldn’t be in such a pitiful position if it weren’t for them. The fact that she hadn’t despised the Ten-thousand Medicine Sect to death was already a good outcome.
Not only that, but again because of the bet between Gong Wuliang and Han Luoyun, and the fact that it was put down in writing, there was no way to deny it.
The Ten-thousand Medicine Sect had lost, not only had the Nine Treasure Luminous Cauldron been won by the Purple Mist Sect, but they also had to offer up a scroll of the Ancient Alchemy Scripture.
God knows how much Gong Wuliang wanted to slap himself twice. He was the one who stupidly put it in writing. Now that the other party had won, they were using the written evidence to demand the Ancient Alchemy Scripture from him.
If one knew the value of an Ancient Alchemy Artifact, it could be immeasurable, and could be considered as part of the legacy of the sect.
Even in the Ten-thousand Medicine Sect, which excelled in Alchemy Tao, the collection of Ancient Alchemy Artifacts in the inner court was very limited, and each one was treated as a treasure by the sect.
But now, they had to painfully hand over an Ancient Alchemy Scripture to the Purple Mist Sect, making Gong Wuliang’s heart bleed. He wished he could tear up that damning written contract on the spot.
But what good would it do even if he tore it up?
The other party still held a copy, complete with Gong Wuliang’s fingerprint and signature. If he failed to honor it, they could make it public immediately, effectively ruining the reputation of the Ten-thousand Medicine Sect.
At this moment, no one understood the complexity and conflict in Gong Wuliang’s heart, nor was there anyone who wanted to.
On Han Luoyun’s repeated urging, Gong Wuliang took out an Ancient Alchemy Scripture from his Nine Palace Bag with trembling hands. His face streamed with old tears and he coughed up blood along the way.
Gong Wuliang didn’t suffer any physical injury, but the shock of this setback was so immense that it caused his blood to rush backward, hence the bleeding
Gong Wuliang’s pathetic state was a heartbreaking sight to everyone.
Of course, no one in the Purple Mist Sect felt pity for him. He brought this upon himself. This time he not only suffered a loss but also lost his troops. It was quite a disastrous situation for him.
Gong Wuliang and his group from the Ten-thousand Medicine Sect left in shame, for to stay would only add more humiliation.
Gong Wuliang knew that once he returned, he would probably be impeached by many elders in the sect. His days as the sect leader might be numbered.
Fu Haixin didn’t leave the Purple Mist Sect; she honestly guarded the gate of Purple Mist Sect’s mountain.
The disciples on guard duty were puzzled when they suddenly saw a woman among them. They only understood when someone informed them about the events at the Pill Array.
Some of the higher-ups of the Purple Mist Sect had different opinions on letting Fu Haixin guard the gate. Some felt that Fu Haixin was, after all, an Alchemy Master from the Ling Country’s Pill Alliance, and having her stand guard was somewhat disrespectful to Ling Country’s Pill Alliance.
One Fu Haixin wasn’t a big deal, but if this offended the Ling Country’s Pill Alliance, then it would be no small matter.
The concerns of these people were also reasonable. After all, everyone knew the strength of the Pill Alliance. While the Purple Mist Sect was well-rooted in Qian Country, it was far too weak compared to the Pill Alliance.
Although the Pill Alliance was a neutral force and didn’t partake in the disputes among the Nine Countries, this didn’t mean that the Pill Alliance was weak.
On the contrary, should any force dare to provoke the Pill Alliance, they would have to face the wrath of all the Alchemy Masters in the world.
It was once said by a powerhouse that there are three forces in this world that one should never provoke.
The first is the Great Qin ancient country, the strongest among the Nine Countries, with vast national power, standing as the leader of the Upper Three Countries.
The second is the Hidden Kill Hall, with its longstanding and mysterious heritage, hiding in the shadows, and capable of resurgence like a wildfire and spring breeze.
The third is the Pill Alliance, with its influence spread across the Nine Countries. A single wave of the hands from the four Heaven Kings of the Pill Alliance could rally all Alchemy Masters in the world. Even in the vast and distant Seven Seas, the influence of the Pill Alliance had started to seep in.
Offending the Pill Alliance was equivalent to offending all the Alchemy Masters in the world. Even the Great Qin ancient country had to be respectful and cautious when dealing with the Pill Alliance, not daring to act recklessly.
A small sect like Purple Mist could easily be crushed by the Pill Alliance with a mere flick of their fingers. There was no comparison.
Han Luoyun also gave it some thought and sent someone to tell Fu Haixin that she didn’t have to stand with the other gatekeepers. She could find a quiet place near the mountain gate to stand guard.
However, Fu Haixin insisted on standing in front of the mountain gate with the other gatekeepers. Seeing this, Han Luoyun didn’t say anything more. If that was her wish, then so be it.
The sight of Fu Haixin appearing punctually every day at the mountain gate quickly became a unique scene in the Purple Mist Sect. Many disciples went out of their way to see her at the mountain gate, pointing her out to each other, but no one made fun of her.
Initially, Fu Haixin naturally felt awkward. Her facial expression froze after standing there for a whole day.
Gradually though, she got used to it and even became familiar with several gatekeepers. They could even chit-chat with one another.
Seven days later, Fang Lin came to Purple Mist Peak to ask Han Luoyun about the scroll.
He had wanted to ask before, but the matter with the Ten-thousand Medicine Sect delayed him. Later, Han Luoyun seemed to be busy and there was never an opportunity.
Only today did Fang Lin finally have the opportunity to have a private conversation with Han Luoyun.
“You, my young friend, are becoming more of a surprise to me,” Han Luoyun said with deep implications.
Fang Lin was slightly embarrassed, but he went straight to the point, “Master, I have a question I need to ask you.”
Seeing Fang Lin’s serious demeanor, Han Luoyun stopped joking around and asked, “Please speak.”
Fang Lin hesitated for a moment, then took out the scroll he had taken from the treasure house from his Nine Palace Bag.