Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2142 - 2142 2132 Seven-Colored Scales

2142: Chapter 2132: Seven-Colored Scales 2142: Chapter 2132: Seven-Colored Scales Miao Gu naturally had his own thoughts.

He didn’t have many years left, but his grandson was still young and had a future ahead of him.

However, if he passed away in a few years, Miao Gu dared not imagine what would become of Miao Nan.

He had made a decision and was prepared to face the consequences, dying alone and unknown in this forest.

“Is it not possible?”

Miao Gu’s gaze towards Long Yan carried a hint of longing.

The Gu Clan had lived in this forest for their entire lives, and while they were not harmed by the poisonous insects and fierce beasts, it didn’t mean they could safely leave the Swamp of Death.

There were many things that could claim their lives.

Long Yan didn’t know what to say as he looked into Miao Gu’s eyes.

He was currently a fugitive, and it wasn’t that he found Miao Nan bothersome, but the fact that he had offended a Divine Emperor Level Strong One.

Bringing Miao Nan along might even put the boy in danger.

“I know, even within the Cultivation World, you are no ordinary person.

You’ve lived for most of your life, and though you’ve never left this forest, you still have a discerning eye.”

Miao Gu seemed to see through Long Yan’s concerns as he spoke, casually taking out his tobacco pipe from his waist.

In the dimly lit space, only the glowing ember of the pipe was visible.

“But it’s better than dying here.”

Miao Gu knocked his pipe heavily against the ground, a gesture that touched Long Yan’s heart.

He himself wouldn’t bat an eyelid if faced with a Half-Step Divine Emperor, but this old man, aged and devoid of any supernatural power, had stirred something within him.

“Alright, I agree to take him, but I cannot guarantee his safety.”

“Understood, life and death are predestined.”

So the two reached an agreement, and Long Yan would take Miao Nan with him, without any guarantee for the boy’s safety—all consented to by Miao Gu.

Long Yan couldn’t clearly say why he agreed to take Miao Gu’s grandson.

Perhaps it was to repay a life-saving debt, or maybe there were other feelings involved.

In the darkness, a pair of crimson eyes emerged.

Long Yan simply walked forward calmly.

Unable to eat the Gu Clan’s food, he had been hunting on his own these past few days.

If he didn’t encounter creatures like the Human-faced bird or the Soul-snatching centipede, Long Yan was safe.

The blood-red eyes stared intently at Long Yan, and as its body rubbed against the Tree Trunk, a rustling sound signaled its hiding and readiness to strike.

A Colorful Giant Python several meters long lunged at Long Yan from the Big Tree, opening its massive maw.

Even with his back to the python, Long Yan could smell its foul breath.

As the Giant Python neared, Long Yan turned and delivered a kick to the massive head of the python.

The force of the kick sent the python’s entire body flying.

Not giving the Giant Python any chance to counterattack, Long Yan stepped twice in the Void and delivered another fierce kick to the python’s body, even twisting the tongue that the python kept flicking in and out.

The giant body rolled on the ground for a while before coming to a stop.

Shaking its head as if nothing had happened, the python stood up again, flicking its tongue at Long Yan, with its blood-red eyes fixed on him, not daring to attack again for the moment.

“This Big Tree does have some tough bones,” Long Yan remarked, having clearly heard the sound of breaking bones when he had kicked the python in the head earlier, but surprisingly, the python was able to stand up again and make an attacking gesture.

A man and a snake remained in a standoff, the air around them falling silent, as a leaf gently twirled along the ground, driven by the breeze.

The giant python bent its body and darted toward Long Yan, who showed no sign of panic.

With a clenched right fist, he punched fiercely onto the python’s head, an attack that staggered the python’s massive frame.

Taking advantage of the situation, Long Yan leaped onto the python’s head, summoning the Magic Spear into his hand, and stabbed at the python’s vital spot.

To his surprise, a shower of sparks erupted as the spear struck the python’s scales; the hitherto unrivaled Magic Spear was actually blocked by the python’s scales.

The frantic writhing forced Long Yan to take off from the python’s body and fly onto the branch of a big tree.

The beast’s scales were indeed tough; as expected, only the darlings of nature could survive in this Swamp of Death.

The python showed no sign of retreating and coiled its body, then thrust itself like a missile toward the branch Long Yan was perched on.

Midair, Long Yan leapt, leaving behind a Tai Chi Formation as he floated lightly in the sky like a nimble bird.

The python’s body crashed into the Tai Chi Formation, setting off an explosion, and a massive flame instantly engulfed the python.

However, such an explosion was trivial to the python.

Its scales shimmered with a seven-colored light as the python flicked its crimson tongue in and out, preparing for its next strike.

Long Yan furrowed his brows—impervious to blades and fire, was this snake about to ascend?

In the night sky, the scales dazzled with a mesmerizing light.

The python was the true predator of this region, but today it had encountered a setback—the human before it actually possessed the power to inflict pain upon it.

“Ssss.”

Long Yan, having mostly recovered recently, had ventured out for some wild game, never expecting to encounter a freakish creature like the seven-colored giant snake.

Yet, could this huge snake be tamed as an Immortal Pet?

If anyone else had witnessed this, they would have surely cursed Long Yan, mocking the idea of him taming the forest’s king into an Immortal Pet—had his head been whipped by a snake tail?

But Long Yan’s current thoughts were precisely this.

If he intended to destroy the python, the Mo Shuang Ancient Flame would definitely be the best choice, but now that he was contemplating taming the python as an Immortal Pet, the Ancient Flame was strictly off-limits.

Obviously, the giant python before him had no clue about Long Yan’s plan.

Had it known, it might have opted to swallow Long Yan in one bite.

Long Yan’s figure turned into a streak of crimson light, and with a fierce punch, struck the python, which in turn, not one to show weakness, opened its massive mouth aiming to bite Long Yan.

But Long Yan was much faster—it was another punch to the python’s body, and Long Yan nimbly ducked under the sweeping tail.

The giant tail smashed into the ground, raising clouds of choking dust.

The python’s body paused, and Long Yan retreated frantically, shaking his hand lightly where the python could not see.

The seven-colored scales were incredibly tough; the punch he had just struck the python with left his hand throbbing faintly.

The python now regarded Long Yan with more caution, its large eyes filled with wariness.

Seeing the python’s reaction amused Long Yan; he had not expected the beast to show such human-like expressions.

This gesture from the python only increased Long Yan’s fondness for the creature, and he silently resolved to make the python his Immortal Pet.