Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2083 - 2083 2073 Conflict

2083: Chapter 2073: Conflict 2083: Chapter 2073: Conflict Zhong Cheng stepped aside, but Shen Kong was still hesitant.

As cultivators, they naturally sensed the vigorous life force within the white flame in his hand, yet it was, after all, a flame.

How could something that burns be used to heal?

But seeing the look in Zhong Cheng’s eyes, Shen Kong silently moved aside, ready to intervene immediately if necessary to save Da Zhuang’s life.

Long Yan approached Da Zhuang, who had grown increasingly pale.

Da Zhuang’s lifeforce was steadily ebbing away from his body.

Long Yan pressed various points on Da Zhuang’s body.

Though Mo Shuang Ancient Flame had healing properties, Long Yan feared that Da Zhuang’s weakened body might not withstand the powerful life force of the Mo Shuang Ancient Flame.

After sealing Da Zhuang’s pressure points, Long Yan turned the white flame into a thin stream that penetrated Da Zhuang’s body, instantly filling him with an overwhelming life force.

“Hold on.”

Shen Kong, seeing the pained expression on Da Zhuang’s face, was about to intervene, but Zhong Cheng stopped him.

Flesh began to regenerate on Da Zhuang’s arms; Long Yan cut away all the dead tissue with a small knife.

Like trees, new flesh sprouted again, and the bleeding that continued to seep outward had ceased.

Da Zhuang’s arm restored to its original state; one could not even find a scar.

A fresh complexion reemerged on Da Zhuang’s face, which now looked even healthier and more vibrant than before.

“A divine healer, indeed.”

Zhong Cheng was utterly convinced.

The man before him was nothing short of a miracle worker, having never heard of anyone able to bring the dead back to life and heal white bones.

This was truly the work of a god.

Hearing Zhong Cheng’s praise, Long Yan remained unimpressed.

This was the mystic art of the Artistic Conception of Life.

Under Long Yan’s full power, death would be the difficult outcome.

“Alright, gather your companion and let’s head out.”

Long Yan said in a deep voice to the two men.

Da Zhuang was completely recovered and rose from the ground.

Zhong Cheng and the others offered help, but Da Zhuang declined.

He felt an unprecedented vitality, as if even some of his old injuries had disappeared.

Perhaps with some more cultivation, he could even make a breakthrough.

Seeing Da Zhuang’s insistence, Zhong Cheng did not press further and led the way to the exit of the God Demon Battlefield.

“Hand over the storage ring willingly.”

A disciple of the Evil Spirit Sect, guarding the exit and yawning, said.

No one in the God Demon Battlefield had ever dared to defy the Evil Spirit Sect, so they didn’t take their job seriously.

“Let’s not cause any trouble.”

Long Yan pondered for a moment and placed a ring he had taken from the Demon Clan Treasury into the box in front of the disciples of the Evil Spirit Sect.

The rest was for the Evil Spirit Sect to return the spatial rings en masse.

“Hold on, what are you doing?”

Another disciple of the Evil Spirit Sect, eyeing the cloaked Long Yan, called out with an arrogant tone.

“Mercenary.”

“What mission?”

Long Yan’s brow furrowed, but he refrained from reacting.

“Picking Dark Night Flowers.”

“Where’s the flower?”

Those around, curious to exit the God Demon Battlefield, turned their gaze toward Long Yan, seeming to recognize the newcomer who had taken on the mission for Dark Night Flowers.

“That doesn’t seem to be any of your business, Sir.”

Long Yan said impatiently.

The disciples of the Evil Spirit Sect facing him had greedy expressions—it was clear they wanted to extract benefits from Long Yan.

He noticed that the mercenaries who had already departed would give the Evil Spirit Sect disciples a Mysterious Lingdan.

“You scoundrel, where is my toll fee?”

The Evil Spirit Sect disciple was furious, demanding money from Long Yan.

When had the God Demon Battlefield seen such an ignorant newcomer who didn’t know to offer a bribe?

“Since when did this ancient battlefield become the private property of the Evil Spirit Sect?”

Long Yan’s voice grew cold.

If word got out, the Evil Spirit Sect would become the common enemy of all cultivation sects.

To dare to profit from such an open relic showed a level of recklessness bordering on life-threatening.

“Nonsense, everyone knows the God Demon Battlefield is under our Evil Spirit Sect’s control.”

As if mocking Long Yan’s ignorance, several disciples of the Evil Spirit Sect burst into loud laughter, displaying a brazen arrogance.

“Let me put it this way,” one of them said, “if you hand over the toll and call each of us ‘Grandpa,’ we’ll let you walk out of here today.

How does that sound?”

The same Evil Spirit Sect disciple teasingly slapped Long Yan’s shoulder and wore an extremely punchable expression on his face.

“I don’t have any moronic grandsons like you guys.”

“What?”

Before the Evil Spirit Sect disciple could react, Long Yan’s fist had already landed heavily on his face, knocking out several of his teeth.

In an instant, his body flew up high, sent flying backwards by Long Yan’s punch and slamming heavily into The Prohibition around them.

“You…”

The other Evil Spirit Sect disciples clearly hadn’t expected Long Yan to actually fight back and promptly pulled out weapons from their Storage Rings, encircling Long Yan.

“Big Brother, this is my friend.

He’s a bit reckless.

I’ll pay the Mysterious Lingdan on his behalf.”

Seeing the commotion caused by Long Yan, Zhong Cheng hurried over, speaking kindly and attempting to place two Mysterious Lingdan into the hand of the leading disciple.

“Scram!”

The leading disciple wasn’t interested in the offer.

If they didn’t kill Long Yan, how could the Evil Spirit Sect maintain its dignity and continue to collect fees here?

“What’s going on?”

An Elder of the Evil Spirit Sect arrived, stepping through the Void.

Long Yan took a quick measure of him, realizing that this Elder was merely at the God King Fifth Level and apparently no great concern; even the Blood Shadow Sect was larger than the Evil Spirit Sect.

“Elder, someone is causing trouble.”

The leading disciple reported to the Elder who showed little reaction, knowing most of the cultivators here were around God King Level 1, and there were even several True Gods.

They weren’t likely to stir up much trouble.

“Kid, are you the troublemaker?”

The Elder’s aged face carried a hint of arrogance as he looked down disdainfully at Long Yan.

“How do you want to die?”

“One move.”

Long Yan suddenly said, while the verbose Elder hadn’t quite caught on.

“What?”

“I said one move.”

Long Yan took off the black robe that covered his head and held up a finger to the Elder.

“Kid, you must really be tired of living.”

A purple light orb appeared in the Elder’s hand, but Long Yan was much quicker; a Death Truth traced a beautiful arc through the air and entered the Elder’s body.

The Elder, who had been rushing towards Long Yan, suddenly froze, the purple light in his hand extinguished, and his whole body stood motionless, expressionless.

“Elder?

Elder?”

The disciples, who had been waiting to see the Elder defeat Long Yan, called out to the motionless Elder, but there was no response.

One more daring disciple approached the Elder and placed a finger under his nose.

“Ah!!”

A scream, much like that of a pig being slaughtered, echoed as the Evil Spirit Sect disciple collapsed to the ground, too shocked to care about his now-soiled trousers.

“The Elder…

the Elder, the Elder is dead!”

That cry sent a chill down the spines of all the surrounding Evil Spirit Sect disciples.