Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2345: 2335: Don't Want to Lose!

Chapter 2345: Chapter 2335: Don’t Want to Lose!

Long Qingtu looked down at Long Yan, gripping the Magic Gun, and said with a sigh. Although Long Yan had already given him many surprises today, the final outcome remained unchanged: in the end, Long Yan still had to follow him back to the Eastern Ancient Clan.

But in the next second, Long Qingtu’s gaze froze as he stared at Long Yan. Who could have expected that the battered Long Yan would grasp the hilt of the Magic Gun and climb to his feet once again?

Fresh blood dripped freely down the gun’s shaft. After the strike just now, Long Yan felt extremely unwell. All he wanted now was a big bed to lie on and sleep for days, but it was not yet time to fall.

It wasn’t about winning; it was just about not losing!

“Long Yan!”

Behind him, Qing Li saw Long Yan’s pitiful state and couldn’t help but want to urge him to give up. To hell with any plans—continuing to fight would surely lead to disaster. Given the strength of Long Yan’s body, it was bound to collapse.

After all, this was a battle between Divine Emperors. Long Yan’s physical form was already showing faint signs of disintegration, but the Martial God Array kept him standing. If Long Yan were to take another hit from Long Qingtu, he’d surely die!

“It’s fine,”

Turning his head, he offered a gentle smile. Of course, Long Yan was aware of his body’s condition, but if it meant becoming a gilded cage bird, he’d rather fight to death.

“Do you truly hate the Eastern Ancient Clan so much?”

Long Qingtu’s eyes revealed a trace of pity and sorrow. Why would Long Yan rather die than return to the Eastern Ancient Clan?

“Not at all. To be honest, I don’t have much of an impression of the Eastern Ancient Clan yet. *Cough cough…*”

After saying only half a sentence, Long Yan coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. His body’s organs screamed at him to rest, yet he stubbornly stood upright.

“My only goal is to gain enough power to marry that person. Nothing more.”

After hearing Long Yan’s words, a flicker of unease surfaced in Long Qingtu’s eyes.

“When you return, I’ll pass the Young Clan Leader position to you. This way, the Eastern Ancient Clan could also serve as one of your sources of power.”

If the strong ones outside were to hear that, they’d be utterly shocked. The position of Young Clan Leader of the Eastern Ancient Clan—the throne over which all geniuses of the clan schemed and scrambled—was being offered to Long Yan. With this, Long Yan would ascend from an obscure youth to a significant figure in the Sacred Continent.

“Grandpa, you know as well as I do that becoming the Young Clan Leader of the Eastern Ancient Clan under your words alone would be as difficult as reaching the heavens.”

Despite the pallor on Long Yan’s face, he maintained his ever-present smile. Yet, his words left Long Qingtu speechless. It was true: with Long Yan’s current strength, a substitute Elder position was attainable, but as for Young Clan Leader, he had no qualifications. The first prerequisite was extraordinary contributions to the clan.

Though Long Qingtu could push back against the clan’s consensus to promote Long Yan, doing so would undoubtedly cause discontent within the Eastern Ancient Clan. Previously, in his haste to protect Long Yan, Long Qingtu had not given the matter enough consideration.

“But…”

Long Qingtu was about to say more but was interrupted as Long Yan suddenly embraced him tightly. Even the strong ones are sometimes caught off guard—Long Qingtu hadn’t noticed the proximity of the Divine Emperor First Stage cultivator. A helpless smile spread across his face.

“Grandpa, believe in me.”

Only these words escaped Long Yan’s lips before he fainted in Long Qingtu’s arms. Cradling Long Yan’s trembling body, Long Qingtu poured a surge of invisible True Qi into him, helping to repair the damage.

“You two never give me a moment’s peace. Truly carved from the same mold.”

Long Qingtu sighed. It seemed even if he forbade Long Yan from venturing out on his own, it wouldn’t work. To persuade him, this old man had already gone to such lengths; to refuse now would be far too inconsiderate.

“As for that Emperor Clan girl—what could possibly make her so special? Why not just steal her? And yet, he insists on achieving it by himself.”

With a sigh, Long Qingtu directed his gaze toward Qing Li, who stood silently below. Now Long Qingtu understood why this girl was tailing Long Yan so persistently.

“Little girl, I don’t care about your motives, but if you act on your plans against my grandson’s wishes, you will learn firsthand what the consequences entail.”

With an imposing air of authority, Long Qingtu radiated majesty. Qing Li’s slender frame trembled under this overwhelming pressure. At that moment, the full force of a Divine Emperor Eighth Level cultivator’s aura revealed itself. Seeing Qing Li nod repeatedly like a pecking chick, Long Qingtu nodded with satisfaction and placed the unconscious Long Yan into Qing Li’s arms.

Having settled Qing Li’s matter, Long Qingtu wasn’t too concerned about her harming Long Yan. If she ever tried, he’d pay her a visit himself—but that encounter likely wouldn’t be pretty.

Next on the agenda—building some connections for his grandson. Long Qingtu was aware of the crowd of strong ones gathering outside his seal, many of whom were powerhouses residing in the Commercial City. Among them were members of the Shengdao Alliance, as well as local elites.

After Long Qingtu departed, Qing Li gazed at Long Yan cradled in her arms with a complex expression. Thanks to the infusion of True Qi, Long Yan’s life was no longer at risk. But similarly, her plans had already been seen through by Long Qingtu—and now, even though Long Yan lay utterly defenseless, she couldn’t bring herself to act.

Gazing deeply at Long Yan, Qing Li realized her hesitation wasn’t due to Long Qingtu’s threats but something else entirely. Having followed Long Yan all this time, Qing Li naturally knew the direction of the Yanmen Commerce Association. Transforming herself into a streak of light, she flew straight toward it.

At that moment, Niu Shan was pacing back and forth in the hall of the Yanmen Commerce Association. Ever since Long Qingtu had appeared, Niu Shan had wanted to follow Long Yan, if for no other reason than to provide some backup. However, unfortunately, Niu Shan couldn’t fly.

It was a shameful truth—while Niu Shan’s cultivation was lacking, he couldn’t perform aerial flight like other strong ones could. Yes, very embarrassing!

A streak of azure light darted through the doorway. Meanwhile, Niu Shan, pacing in the hall, saw the figure and instinctively threw a punch. Being a straightforward person, Niu Shan didn’t waste time asking questions—he simply acted.

“Boom!”

An invisible shockwave erupted fiercely from the point of contact between the two. Qing Li frowned slightly. Wasn’t this Long Yan’s bodyguard? Why was he attacking her?

“Who’s there? Dare to trespass into the Yanmen Commerce Association!”

Despite Niu Shan’s simplicity, he had learned his lines well. Long Yan had only taught him once, but he already had it down pat.

“Fool, take a good look at who I’m holding!”

Qing Li stomped her foot with a sharp cry, simultaneously shoving Long Yan further forward. In her rush to exchange blows with Niu Shan just now, Long Yan’s face ended up pressed directly against Qing Li’s ample chest.