Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He concluded in his heart that this little fellow had probably mistaken him for someone else, but now was definitely not the time to expose this. Otherwise, how sad would this little fellow be? It would be terrible if he cried. He stroked his little head and asked the little fellow, âYou, youâre that tiny cauldron?â
âWah!â The little fellow seemed to be greatly frightened and pushed Beiting Huang away. âMaster really doesnât recognize me. Boohoo, Iâm ignoring Master. Boohooâ¦
The little guy turned around and ran. Beiting Huang reached out to pull him, but the little guy disappeared in a flash. Beiting Huang didnât know where to find him, but one thing was for sure. The little guy should be the artifact spirit of the Four Beast Cauldron
In the cave, under the light of the fire, Beiting Huang looked at the small cauldron beside her. It slowly shrank and finally disappeared in her palm. She didnât know whether to laugh or cry. What kind of bad luck did she have? The magical beasts she contracted were each more arrogant than the other. Now that she had obtained a cauldron, it still dared to show her attitude.
Speaking of which, she had never seen this little guy before. Why did he remember her?
Shaking her head, Beiting Huang looked up and saw that everyone in the cave was looking at her strangely. She couldnât help but rub her nose. âUh, whatâs wrong?â
She didnât seem to have done anything outrageous. Why was everyone looking at her like that?
âCough, cough!â Seeing that Beiting Huang had put away her cold expression and had a confused expression on her face, Ximen Song felt like he had finally taken revenge on this little freak. âLittle Ninth, do you know that for ten thousand years, countless people had wanted to contract this cauldron? No matter how powerful an alchemist is, they canât contract with the Four Beasts Cauldron.â
âNo way. It looks very simple. Just drip your blood on it!â Beiting Huang looked at her finger. With the powerful Chaos Divine Source, her healing ability had always been very strong.
âSimple?â Dongfang Jiaoâs voice suddenly rose. âLittle Ninth, do you know how many alchemists who have passed away are so angry that they would crawl out of their coffins?â
âWhatâs wrong with that? Maybe their contract method is wrong!â Beiting Huang didnât understand. She didnât spend much effort at all. She didnât even have to infuse her mental power. What was so difficult about a problem that could be solved with a drop of blood?
There was a dead silence. Even the sound of breathing calmed down. It was not because they agreed with Beiting Huangâs words, but because they had nothing to say.
What else could they say when they encountered such a freak?
âIs the contract method wrong?â Dongfang Jiao was almost angered to death by this fellow. His chest rose and fell violently, and he wished he could go forward and beat this terrifying fellow up. âAt least they are all experienced alchemists and know that this is the Four Beast Cauldron. Itâs better than you getting the most precious Four Beast Cauldron and thinking that itâs used to cook porridge.â
He directly associated Beiting Huang with an ignorant person who had never seen the world.
Beiting Huang was furious, but when she thought about how she didnât know what this cauldron was for when she saw it, she couldnât even explain. She could only say, âIt doesnât matter if I know it or not. Itâs fine as long as he acknowledges me as his master. You said it yourself. Those who want to contract with this cauldron are experienced alchemists. They still canât get him no matter how hard they try.â
This fellow really did not know what this cauldron was used for. Could it be that it was really as Dongfang Jiao had said? Did she think that it was used to cook porridge? If that was the case, this dogsh*t luck could really make the all alchemists who had appeared in this continent in the past ten thousand years climb out of their graves in anger..