After the meal, Feng Xian'er went to meditate in the Alchemy Chamber. Lin Shisan returned to his bamboo hut, shut the bamboo door, and took out the Little Black Cauldron.
Everything that had happened in the Nine Yang Pavilion remained vivid in his mind.
Had that Seven-Colored Light Shield that burst from his chest been the power of the Little Black Cauldron, or something else?
He truly did not know, but he did know that the Little Black Cauldron's secrets were far more unfathomable than he had imagined.
In fact, the consequences might be ten or a hundred times worse than those of exposing the Nine Nether Alchemy Scripture.
In the Nine Yang Pavilion, Gai Jiuyou had broken off halfway through her words, but her shocked, stunned expression had spoken volumes.
After all, Gai Jiuyou was a Demon Sect fanatic who had nearly wiped out the entire Immortal Alliance in a single night.
Anything capable of shocking her, or even leaving her stunned, could not possibly be ordinary.
It undoubtedly had an earth-shattering background.
A vague yearning stirred in him, a hope of returning to the Nine Yang Pavilion and seeing Gai Jiuyou again. He truly wanted to know the Little Black Cauldron's secrets.
"Little Black Cauldron, just how many Divine Abilities do you have that I still don't know about?"
Lin Shisan gazed at the palm-sized Little Black Cauldron in his hand and murmured to himself.
The Little Black Cauldron merely lay quietly in his palm, giving no response, like an ordinary trinket.
Pitch-black, it was so unremarkable that no one would spare it a second glance if it were tossed by the roadside.
He studied it a while longer, but still could not find anything special about it.
In the end, Lin Shisan could only shake his head