Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 1742 - 1742 1732 Saintess of Wangchuan

1742: Chapter 1732: Saintess of Wangchuan 1742: Chapter 1732: Saintess of Wangchuan “The true purpose is probably known only by the core characters of the Wangchuan Family.

If we try to inquire about it, it would be virtually impossible.”

Lei Youyou said softly.

Using the observance ceremony as a cover, the Wangchuan Family certainly didn’t want too many people to know; therefore, even within the Wangchuan Family, there would definitely be few who were aware.

“Perhaps Ye Han Smoke knows.”

Long Yan said.

Ye Han Smoke was in the Wangchuan Family and held no lowly status; she was the Saintess of Wangchuan, so it was possible that she knew the real motive behind this observance ceremony.

“You can go see Ye Han Smoke; maybe you’ll learn something from her.”

The Beast Emperor nodded slightly, this being the most direct method.

With Long Yan’s current status, meeting Ye Han Smoke shouldn’t be difficult.

Just as Long Yan was thinking of what excuse to use to meet Ye Han Smoke, a disciple of the Wangchuan Clan walked in.

“Sect Leader Long, the Saintess wishes to see you,” the disciple said respectfully to Long Yan.

“Good!”

Long Yan’s gaze slightly lifted and he then left the courtyard with the disciple right away.

An hour later, the disciple led Long Yan to the foot of a mountain and said to him, “Sect Leader Long, this is the Saintess’s Daoist Domain.

I can only take you this far; you’ll have to go up by yourself.”

Because of Emperor Ye’s influence, Ye Han Smoke held an extremely high position within the Wangchuan Family, and even some of the Elders did not dare to defy her will.

Having said that, the disciple left.

“Ye Han Smoke, it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other; I wonder how you’ve been,” Long Yan inhaled deeply.

Since arriving in the Emperor Domain from Shenwu Continent, he had indeed seen Ye Han Smoke, but she seemed to not have been doing well.

They hadn’t met for quite some time now, and he was unsure how she had been lately.

The next moment, Long Yan soared out, flying directly towards the mountaintop.

In the span of a breath, Long Yan had reached the summit and appeared on a square with a main hall in front of him.

“Such a serene and cold place, it does suit Ye Han Smoke’s style.”

Long Yan looked around and found that there was no one else here.

It shouldn’t be that the Saintess of Wangchuan, with her status, didn’t even have a few servants.

However, Ye Han Smoke had always been detached, like an ice mountain, and this was also her style.

At this moment, a cold Sword Light tore through the Void, directly targeting Long Yan; the cold ice aura froze the space around him.

“These little tricks are not enough to bother me.”

Long Yan’s expression remained unchanged.

As he saw the Sword Light about to fall upon him, in a split second, he reached out with one hand, transforming it into a claw and grasped, unleashing the violent power of the Nine Suns Laws, directly seizing the Sword Light.

With a squeeze of his five fingers, the cold ice Sword Qi immediately shattered to pieces.

The sword strike was definitely not weak, but it was simply not enough in front of Long Yan.

In an instant, countless Sword Qi burst forth from the Void like a storm, sweeping and trying to tear Long Yan apart.

“Time Rob Finger, break!”

The Time Law surged, and as Long Yan extended one finger, the terrifying power generated by the Time Law overwhelmed everything in its path.

Bang bang bang…

A storm of time swept through, the Sword Qi shattered, and in an instant, all the Sword Qi was torn apart.

“I am your Uncle Master after all; this isn’t a very nice way to treat me, is it?”

Long Yan collected his imposing aura, turned towards the void with a smile on his face.

The person who had taken action was none other than Ye Han Smoke, whom he had already pinpointed.

“Hmph, you are not my Uncle Master!”

A delicate snort came from the void, and simultaneously, a graceful figure also emerged from the void, Ye Han Smoke herself.

“Long time no see.”

Long Yan’s face still wore a smile as his gaze fell upon Ye Han Smoke.

As usual, she seemed unchanged, only less aloof than before and stronger, with the cultivation base of the Second Divine Calamity.

“Just like the rumors, you really are powerful.”

Ye Han Smoke looked straight at Long Yan, and unusually, a hint of a smile appeared on her face.

Though she had not left the Wangchuan Family, she had been keeping an eye on Long Yan’s news.

“You look much better when you smile.”

Long Yan spoke, finding Ye Han Smoke’s smiling appearance somewhat distracting.

“You are the only one worth smiling for.”

Ye Han Smoke said softly, and very quickly, the smile on her face faded, covered again by coldness.

Immediately after, Ye Han Smoke walked with Long Yan towards the main hall, passed through it, and entered a courtyard behind it.

In the courtyard with pavilions by the water, everything one could need was present, yet it didn’t look extravagant.

Long Yan and Ye Han Smoke sat side by side on a stone beside the pond, with a babbling brook in front of them.

Ye Han Smoke appeared deeply enchanted, as if it had become a habit.

Long Yan’s gaze shifted slightly; how could he not notice that Ye Han Smoke was not having a good time in the Wangchuan Family?

“Long Yan, just sit with me here for tonight, don’t ask anything, can you?”

Suddenly, Ye Han Smoke said to Long Yan, her gaze filled with longing.

“I can.”

Long Yan nodded, agreeing without a second thought.

At that, Ye Han Smoke smiled again, with a smile that was devastatingly beautiful, melting all the coldness away.

At this moment, she seemed to put down all her burdens, feeling an unprecedented ease.

“Long Yan, do you know?

I miss the days on the Shenwu Continent.

Those were the happiest times I had…”

After half a moment, Ye Han Smoke slowly began to speak, as if confiding in Long Yan, yet also murmuring to herself.

As she spoke, her eyes began to moisten with tears sliding down her cheeks, crying like a child.

Long Yan’s gaze twitched, the past might be the past, but hearing it from Ye Han Smoke made his heart ache, and he instinctively embraced her in his arms.

Allowing Long Yan to hold her, Ye Han Smoke felt a warmth she had never experienced before, reminiscing the past events of the Shenwu Continent, tears streaming down, wetting Long Yan’s clothes.

About four hours later, Ye Han Smoke fell asleep in Long Yan’s arms, her teary cheeks wearing a content smile.

No one knew that ever since coming to the Wangchuan Family, her nerves had been on edge, nearly reaching the point of collapse, never having relaxed like this before.

“What exactly have you gone through?”

Long Yan didn’t move a finger, fearing he might disturb Ye Han Smoke, but his heart was aching.

Ye Han Smoke must have gone through something in the Wangchuan Family to be so despondent, but if she didn’t speak of it, it wasn’t his place to inquire.

If Ye Han Smoke were to tell him, no matter the cost, he would help her.

In Long Yan’s arms, feeling his warmth, Ye Han Smoke experienced an unprecedented comfort, sleeping soundly and even dreaming she had returned to the Shenwu Continent.

Long Yan didn’t realize that since his arrival, a pair of eyes had been watching him; from the moment he arrived, everything that happened had been observed by those watching eyes.