Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 502 - 502 502 Iron Fist Wild Bull Seventh Update

502: Chapter 502: Iron Fist Wild Bull (Seventh Update) 502: Chapter 502: Iron Fist Wild Bull (Seventh Update) “I need to figure out a way to probe Xiao Wuqing’s background.”

At dusk, Long Yan sat in the courtyard, thinking about how to investigate Xiao Wuqing’s background.

This courtyard was arranged for him, and it used to be where Huang Jifan lived.

The simplest way to investigate whether Xiao Wuqing has any problems is to have the Spirit Girl capture him and then search his memory.

However, he couldn’t do this.

Xiao Wuqing is the Vice Sect Leader of Zhenyang Sect.

At least before confirming whether he has any problems, he cannot do this.

He also learned some information from Yu Ying.

The deaths of Huang Haoran and his son were indeed as Xiao Wuqing said, and Huang Jifan provoked Li Heng first.

The whole ins and outs of the matter can’t find any flaws, the only thing worth suspecting is that Xiao Wuqing seemed very anxious to know the location of the Treasure Vault.

But this couldn’t necessarily cast doubt on Xiao Wuqing, he and Huang Haoran are sworn brothers, maybe he just wants to use the Treasure Vault to enhance the strength of the Zhenyang Sect and then seek revenge on the Five Poison Sect.

Such a motivation is perfectly understandable as human nature.

“These things can’t be rushed, just wait for the opportunity.

If Xiao Wuqing really has a problem, he’s bound to slip up.”

After thinking about some methods, Long Yan felt they were not secure, and eventually gave up.

Next, he entered the room and set up The Prohibition.

Then he started cultivating inside the Azure Dragon Ring.

The Nine Suns Divine Cauldron already contained a lot of energy.

Now, the corpses of more than a dozen sand bandits had been refined, and the energy within them had become even more abundant.

“Chaos Sky Peng, come out.”

At this point, Long Yan let the Chaos Sky Peng out of his body and allowed it to devour energy from the Nine Suns Divine Cauldron along with him.

Chaos Sky Peng was already a Nine-level Demon Venerate, only one step away from the Demon God.

It was just lacking enough energy.

As an Innate Divine Bird, the energy required for a breakthrough must be immense.

Long Yan guessed that after Chaos Sky Peng breaks through to the Demon God realm, there would be unexpected gains.

Time passed slowly, with Long Yan and Chaos Sky Peng both devouring energy at full force, and there was enough energy in the Nine Suns Divine Cauldron for them to absorb.

The black night quickly passed, and a golden sun rose on the eastern horizon, dispelling the darkness and awakening the sleeping creatures of the earth.

A new day began.

Inside the Azure Dragon Ring.

“Eighth-level Martial Venerable, break!”

Long Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp light shot out of them.

At that moment, he formed a handprint and released a powerful aura from within him – it was the breath of an Eighth-level Martial Venerable.

Although at Eighth-level Martial Venerable, this aura could completely match the Second Level of Martial God.

“Finally broke through.”

Long Yan’s mouth curved into a smile.

He was now an Eighth-level Martial Venerable, and as long as he advanced one more step, he could reach the cultivation level of his past life.

Chaos Sky Peng had swallowed a lot of energy, and its aura had become much stronger, getting closer to the Demon God realm but still without any signs of breakthrough.

“Hm?”

At this moment, Long Yan felt someone touching The Prohibition, and he instantly left the Azure Dragon Ring.

As he emerged from the Azure Dragon Ring, the door of the room was opened, and a young man appeared before him.

This young man had a handsome face, about 23 or 24 years old, with a tall and sturdy stature, standing at two meters tall.

He wore a tight-fitting shirt that showed off his explosive muscles and possessed the second level of Martial God cultivation.

If Yu Ying were here, she would definitely recognize this young man.

His name is Zhang Long, the big disciple of Zhenyang Sect Leader Huang Haoran.

His strength is only below Huang Jifan, and he is known as Zhenyang Sect’s No.2 Genius.

He also has a resounding nickname, Iron Fist Wild Bull.

Zhang Long accidentally obtained a method of refining his physical body, making him extremely powerful in terms of strength.

No one in the whole Zhenyang Sect dared to compete with him in physical power.

“Who are you?”

Zhang Long looked at Long Yan, somewhat surprised.

“Long Yan.”

Long Yan uttered his name indifferently.

After glancing at Zhang Long, his gaze shifted to the people behind him.

In the courtyard, there were about a dozen disciples of the Zhenyang Sect, all of whom were obviously helping Zhang Long move in.

“Why are you here?”

Zhang Long asked coldly.

“Why can’t I be here?”

Long Yan retorted.

It was just a courtyard, but Zhang Long was in a hurry to move in, obviously with some ulterior motive.

At these words, Zhang Long’s face turned heavy.

“Starting from now, this place belongs to me.

Get out,” he said.

Zhang Long didn’t take the Eighth Level Martial Venerable Long Yan seriously.

Although this was just a courtyard, it used to be the residence of Huang Jifan and the Junior Leader of Zhenyang Sect.

It became a symbol of status.

Whoever lived here was the Junior Leader of Zhenyang Sect.

Now, after the fall of Huang Jifan, Zhang Long moved in, evidently intending to announce to the entire Zhenyang Sect that he would be the new Junior Leader.

“You’re quite arrogant.”

Long Yan’s mouth curled in a cold smirk.

“I’ll give you one chance to get out of the courtyard, or else don’t blame me for being rude.”

As he spoke, Long Yan walked towards Zhang Long.

“Huh?”

For some reason, Zhang Long instinctively felt fear in front of Long Yan, who had an oppressive aura he could not resist.

At that moment, Zhang Long unconsciously took two steps back.

“You’re a mere Eighth-Level Martial Venerable, you’re courting death!”

Zhang Long’s eyes turned icy, and he suddenly threw a punch at Long Yan.

He didn’t even use True Qi in his punch, relying solely on his physical strength.

His physical strength was on par with a Ninth Level Martial Venerable — more than enough to deal with an Eighth Level Martial Venerable.

“Courting death.”

Long Yan sneered, and in that instant, he too threw a punch at Zhang Long, also relying on his physical strength and not using True Qi.

Seeing Long Yan not using True Qi, Zhang Long looked at him with disdain.

Relying on physical strength alone was suicide against him.

“Boom.”

In an instant, their fists collided, and the visible shockwaves spread from the center of the impact.

At that moment, Zhang Long’s face changed dramatically as a surge of powerful strength flooded from Long Yan’s fist, breaking his force and directly hitting his arm.

Zhang Long stumbled back four or five steps before regaining his balance.

His arm was numb, and his fingers were in pain.

“How can you have such strong physical strength?”

Zhang Long stared in shock.

Long Yan’s physical strength was even greater than his own, but he was only an Eighth-Level Martial Venerable.

It was unbelievable.

“Leave now, or don’t blame me for being rude,” Long Yan said coldly as he withdrew his fist.

“Damn it.”

Zhang Long’s face turned ugly.

He was known as the number one in physical strength among the Zhenyang Sect, and no one could beat him.

Yet, here comes an Eighth-Level Martial Venerable kid who’d put him in his place, which was akin to slapping him in the face.