Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2055 - 2055 2045 Holy King

2055: Chapter 2045: Holy King 2055: Chapter 2045: Holy King “Presumptuous, in the presence of my master, where do you get the right to speak?”

A young voice replied, showing no fear of the Supreme Elder’s words, but instead, retorted boldly.

Long Yan entered the Great Hall—probably only the Holy King, who dared to be so arrogant in front of Tian Shu.

“After all, I oppose Long Yan entering the Ancient Tomb.”

A young man audaciously sat in the chair of the Main Hall.

He was not usually so brash, but because even Long Yan alone couldn’t handle the strength of the Ghostly Demon Empress Divine King of the Seventh Stage.

After furiously punishing the Ghostly Demon Princess, the Holy King personally took action to at least let Long Yan know that there was no one in the Seven-Star Hall he dared not touch.

Tian Shu was also furious today.

Normally, the Holy King treated him with respect, but today he acted as if he were provoked, which led to such actions.

“Holy King, don’t go too far.

The promise to Long Yan was mine to make—do you intend to make me break my word?”

Tian Shu’s voice was somewhat cold.

If the Holy King weren’t his own disciple, he could have directly treated it as a betrayal of the sect.

“Fine, since it’s the master’s word, I have nothing more to say.”

The Holy King shrugged his shoulders, but his walking pace didn’t match the lightness of his tone, as Long Yan just passed by the gate.

“Be careful in the Ancient Tomb.”

Seeing the Holy King’s resentful eyes, Long Yan burst out laughing.

“Thanks for your concern, Senior Brother.”

Due to Tian Shu and Zhou Xuantong being Senior Brothers, Long Yan had to address the Holy King as ‘Senior Brother’ as well.

“Hmph.”

The Holy King just grunted coldly and strode towards the outside of the Great Hall.

“Long Yan!”

Tian Shu called out to Long Yan with a stern expression.

“This time, if you prove your worth, according to our prior agreement, there will be a place for you in the Ancient Tomb.”

Tian Shu had called Long Yan not just to prepare him but also had another intention.

“Long Yan, what do you think of the Holy King?”

“He is quite good, Senior Brother.”

Long Yan felt this was the most hypocritical thing he had said in his life; he knew Tian Shu was testing him, especially since Long Yan’s talent was too monstrous, fearing another Holy King might arise.

“Of course, your master is my Senior Brother, and I wish you would try a little harder.”

It was a light encouragement Tian Shu gave to Long Yan before dismissing him.

“What’s up?

What did that old fellow Tian Shu say to you?”

Zhou Xuantong saw that Long Yan looked upset and asked.

Long Yan just repeated how the Holy King had threatened him, which angered Zhou Xuantong, making him want to confront the Holy King.

Long Yan quickly stopped Zhou Xuantong, realizing that as long as the Holy King didn’t act personally, the likes of Peng Wang were not worth worrying about.

Meanwhile, in the dungeon of the Holy King Star, an exceptionally beautiful woman was chained to a wall.

The previously domineering Holy King was now sitting on a stool in front of her.

“So, do you understand where you went wrong?”

The woman on the wall was none other than the Ghostly Demon Princess, who had once been a favorite among the Holy King’s court.

However, due to the failure of this mission, she had fallen to such a state that she could even imagine the faces those who objected to her would make.

She lifted her scar-marked face, looking complicatedly at the Holy King in front of her.

The Holy King used to possess a unique personal charisma that made people want to follow him, but ever since he had gained strength and status, he had become somewhat crazy and unreasonable.

“Now I give you a chance to redeem your sins.

The rest is up to you.”

The Holy King walked up to the Ghostly Demon Princess and grabbed her chin with his Big Hand, a hint of mockery flashing in his golden eyes.

“You can, of course, choose not to do it, but those who fail have no right to live.”

“Use your capital.

In this mission in the Ancient Tomb, kill—oh no…”

It seemed like the Holy King remembered something.

He was somewhat surprised by the fluctuations in the aura around Long Yan just now.

In such a short time, it was natural that the Ghostly Demon Princess couldn’t defeat Long Yan with her strength.

“After seducing him, bring back the thing.

This is the only chance I will give you to redeem your sins.”

The Holy King exerted his own momentum, and the Ghostly Demon Princess, already covered in injuries from torture, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

“Accept… Accept your command.”

Her attractive red lips trembled as they coldly uttered these simple words, seemingly satisfying the Holy King, who gently patted the beauty’s cheek.

“Don’t disappoint me again, Qingyue.”

Liu Qingyue—this was the Ghostly Demon Princess’s name.

Beneath that plain name was a face that could topple nations, a name known by very few people, the Holy King being one of them.

She had always lived in darkness, and sometimes, because she always did some unspeakable things for the Holy King, she even doubted what she looked like.

With a casual wave of his hand, the chains on the wall loosened as if controlled, and Liu Qingyue, who couldn’t muster any strength, remained weak since the Holy King had sealed her acupoints, preventing her from mobilizing any True Qi.

A beam of light shot from his hand, and Liu Qingyue felt the restrictions on her body were lifted as True Qi began to flow through her meridians, healing her previous wounds significantly.

“Go, don’t let me down.”

The Holy King turned away, giving Liu Qingyue only his back, and watched for a long time, softly parting his lips.

“Understood.”

Meanwhile, Long Yan was in his palace, refining the Innate Blood Fruit he had obtained from Meng Shentong.

This Talent Earth Treasure, which was extremely positive, seemed to complement Long Yan’s cultivation technique.

The True Qi flowing through his meridians now had a hint of warmth.

“Brother Yan, do you think the Holy King will just let things be?”

Upon hearing what had happened in the Great Hall, Little Demon was somewhat worried.

The Holy King had made his intentions clear, and actions were bound to follow.

“What’s there to be afraid of?

We’ll meet the soldiers with counter tactics.”

Long Yan stood up from the meditation mat, stretching lazily which resulted in a crackling sound from his waist.

He had just refined half of the Innate Blood Fruit.

His aura at the True God Second Stage had stabilized.

He planned to save the remaining five fruits for when they were needed.

With only one day left before reaching the Ancient Tomb, word came that the Blood Shadow Sect had been wiped out entirely by Tian Shu.

They found numerous correspondences with the Heavenly Gate Sect, pulling out the only thorn in this Star Domain.

Now, the Seven-Star Hall was completely dominant.

Watching the sun outside, Long Yan felt the warmth on his face, as a soft, jade-like figure threw herself into his arms.

“Girl, you…”

Feeling the softness of the jade body in his arms stirred some restless desires in Long Yan, but helplessly, he spoke out.

“Master, save me.”

The beauty’s face, tear-streaked like pear blossoms in rain, stirred a bit of pity in Long Yan’s heart, which was soon interrupted by several cursing voices coming into the small palace.

“Where is that damned bitch?

Where?”

“I saw her run in there.”

Before Long Yan could say anything, the palace gate was kicked open vigorously.

“Hand over that little wench.”