Deities: Starting From Goblins-Chapter 935 - 534: Monster Bones Everywhere_2

Chapter 935: Chapter 534: Monster Bones Everywhere_2

“Rest assured, Logan, there will be demons someday, and when the time comes, I’ll definitely let you have your fill. I won’t leave you craving in vain.”

Little Flower swayed excitedly upon hearing this news.

“Oh, that’s wonderful, Owner! Don’t you deceive me; I’m waiting for you to keep your promise.”

Their jesting and laughter filled the air as the man and the flower quickly returned to the town.

Logan first headed to his Elixir Shop; he was unsure whether anything had happened during his long absence.

However, to his surprise, as soon as he arrived, he saw a familiar figure.

“Master, Master?”

The moment he saw Nineteen, Logan was in disbelief.

“Master, when did you return? How did you find this place?”

It had been a long time since he had last emerged from the Secret Land and seen the old man.

He hadn’t expected to run into him upon returning to the Elixir Shop, and moreover, it seemed as though his Master had been waiting for him there for quite some time, casually casting his gaze upon him.

“You’re back, you brat. If you hadn’t come back, I would have thought you’d run off!”

“Master, it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other. Where have you been all this time?”

He approached, exchanging pleasantries and inquiring at the same time.

During the course of the conversation, he noticed something off.

His Master’s condition seemed different from before.

Nineteen pursed his somewhat pale lips, turned away without revealing his weakness, and appeared no different from before on the surface.

Yet the sound of his voice also had a somewhat hollow quality.

“Ah, what trouble could I possibly have? Just wandering among the mountains, enjoying the waters, brewing some wine. There’s pretty much nothing else that could tie me down except for wine.”

After talking about his own affairs, he quickly diverted the conversation to Logan.

“I’ve heard all about your deeds here, Logan; my lad, you’ve done well. I never expected you to achieve such a great feat so quietly, and you’ve even set up a shop in town. It seems now you can stand on your two feet.”

Logan felt somewhat embarrassed by the praise and responded modestly.

“You flatter me, Master. I’ve merely been trying my best to carry forward the alchemical techniques you’ve taught me.”

Nineteen nodded his head and then added.

“That’s right, after such a long time, let me see how your alchemy has progressed. You went to the Secret Land; has there been any improvement?”

That was clearly an indication that he wanted to test him.

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But Logan felt no reluctance, nor did he refuse.

His Master was a capable person, and if he could provide some guidance on Logan’s alchemical techniques, perhaps it could offer some inspiration.

After what he had experienced before, he didn’t dare underestimate his Master.

Hearing his request, Logan hesitated for a moment but still brought out his Furnace Cauldron.

Nineteen truly lived up to his reputation.

The moment he saw the Furnace Cauldron, an unfathomable emotion flashed in his eyes.

“A Furnace Cauldron? This Furnace Cauldron is…”

Logan gave a respectful bow, not hiding anything regarding this matter.

“Master, this is what I acquired in the Secret Land you sent me to.”

Nineteen stroked his chin, deep in thought.

“Oh, I see, no wonder…”

Whatever it was he found no wonder about, he didn’t finish his sentence, leaving Logan curious but not in a position to pry further.

Afterwards, Nineteen showed an extraordinary interest in the Furnace Cauldron.

But it seemed that he couldn’t remember something for the moment and temporarily set it aside.

He then waved his hand.

“Alright, this is a fine thing. Now that it’s in your possession, it’s part of your fate. Start the alchemy, let me see your skill.”

“Alright.”

Logan felt a little disappointed that his Master couldn’t identify the significance, but he didn’t show it.

Hearing Nineteen’s words, he concentrated all his attention on the alchemy.

The process of creating the elixir went exceptionally well, a success from start to finish.

The acute eyes of Nineteen, filled with satisfaction, also discerned the subtleties at a glance.

“This Furnace Cauldron of yours is quite unusual; does it possess a Cauldron Spirit?”

Logan was slightly stunned, truly surprised by this.

He didn’t attempt to conceal it.

“Indeed, one cannot deceive Master’s eyes. I didn’t expect Master to know even this, but since you do, let me introduce her to you,” he said.

With that, he summoned White Elizabeth.

“White Elizabeth, come out and let me introduce you to my master,” he called.

White Elizabeth made no attempt to hide; she soon materialized her form.

Her demeanor was cool, her gaze tranquil like water, and her snowy white hair cascaded near her shoulders, as untouchable as a cold beauty could be.

But when she saw Blood Nineteen, the usually impassive woman’s face suddenly showed a flicker of emotion, intensely so.

“It’s you, it’s actually you, Blood Nineteen. I never expected to encounter you here!”

Meeting a nemesis reddened her eyes more than ever.

Her eyes almost turned blood-red, filled with hatred.

Logan was shocked; it was the first time he had seen White Elizabeth show such an expression.

“Demon, I didn’t expect to see you here. Fate indeed brings enemies together, and I will take your life!”

As she spoke, she charged directly at Blood Nineteen, leaving no room for negotiation.

Blood Nineteen was startled, a flicker of confusion passing through his eyes.

“Hey, what are you doing? I don’t recall provoking you!”

“Haven’t you? Have you forgotten all the blood you shed under your hands? Do you really not remember me, or recognize who I am?”

For White Elizabeth, what hurt most was not just seeing her enemy, but the fact that he stood before her and did not recognize her.

This Blood Nineteen was the same as before, as arrogant and disdainful as ever.

Blood Nineteen scrutinized White Elizabeth sincerely, and it seemed that he finally flipped through the pages of his ancient memories, his eyes suddenly alight with recognition.

“Oh, I remember now. So you are his daughter…”

As soon as he finished speaking, White Elizabeth, her teeth gritted in fury, lunged at him.

“Die!”

Blood Nineteen immediately jumped away from his original position to another spot.

Witnessing the two of them suddenly fighting, Logan was the most dumbfounded.

What exactly was going on? Why were they fighting out of nowhere?

White Elizabeth’s eyes bloodshot, past memories churned in her mind, and the hatred surged out, nearly blinding her heart.

She was not an Artifact Spirit but a soul that had been sealed within a Furnace Cauldron later on.

She vividly remembered how, centuries ago, the man before her, Blood Nineteen, had been a prominent figure in another higher realm, straddling the line between the Demon Path and Righteous Faction, pursued by both sides.

Her father was a member of the Righteous Faction family that had joined in the pursuit of Blood Nineteen.

Blood Nineteen was a loner with strange and arrogant ways, only doing what he thought was right, willing to kill both the good and the evil, offending countless individuals.

That day, nineteen Elders from nineteen Sects of the Righteous Faction united against Blood Nineteen, including her father.

But they were defeated.

Not only were they slain by Blood Nineteen, but they were also skinned and disemboweled, their fates displayed publicly as a warning that no one could kill him.

From then on, his notoriety was feared, his cruelty dreaded, and he was henceforth known as Blood Nineteen.

White Elizabeth never forgot that humiliation or that hatred.

She never forgot her father’s vengeance, and she swore to carry it out.

“Blood Nineteen, your life is forfeit today; you will pay your blood debt in blood!”

The fight was fierce, each exchange matching the other’s intensity.

However, White Elizabeth, lacking a physical body, was significantly hindered in strength and still a match short of Blood Nineteen’s.

Moreover, Blood Nineteen had no intention of hurting her, choosing instead to repel and restrain her.

White Elizabeth realized this, and her inability to overcome Blood Nineteen infuriated her, but his restraint humiliated her even more.

“What, has Blood Nineteen suddenly become a good person?”

Her words were loaded with sarcasm and venom.

If not for the consideration of Logan being present, she might have openly addressed their past grievances.

Blood Nineteen simply gazed at her somberly, disdain glimmering in the depths of his eyes, as if she were an ant he could crush without a thought.

“You are no match for me. Out of respect for my disciple, I won’t harm you, but you know my temper. If provoked, I can obliterate you. You want revenge, don’t you? Or would you rather be killed by me before you have the chance?”