Supreme Alchemist
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503: Chapter 503: A Drop of Blood (Eight More Updates) 503: Chapter 503: A Drop of Blood (Eight More Updates) “What?

Senior Brother Zhang Long is not even a match?!”

At this moment, those disciples from the Zhenyang Sect were all shocked, staring at Long Yan with horrified gazes.

“This guy is only an Eighth-level Martial Venerable, but he defeated Senior Brother Zhang Long with just his physical strength.

What kind of monster is he?”

“We’ve never seen him before.

When did he join the Zhenyang Sect?”

“It must be because Senior Brother Zhang Long didn’t use his full strength, which allowed the kid to take advantage.”

“That must be the case.

In our Zhenyang Sect, how could anyone’s physical strength be stronger than Senior Brother Zhang Long’s?”

Disciples of the Zhenyang Sect could see that Long Yan did not use his True Qi, meaning it was a pure contest of physical strength.

They couldn’t believe Long Yan’s physical strength was stronger than Zhang Long’s.

“Are you Zhang Long?”

Long Yan’s gaze fell on Zhang Long, and from the whispers of the Zhenyang Sect disciples, he learned Zhang Long’s identity.

He had learned from Yu Ying that Huang Jifan and Zhang Long had attended the auction together; no one knew the situation better than Zhang Long himself.

Yu Ying had questioned Zhang Long too, but there were no flaws in his account.

At the auction, Huang Jifan and Li Heng competed for a treasure, first by bidding against each other and then by verbally arguing.

Huang Jifan was very irritable at that time, and Zhang Long couldn’t dissuade him.

“Yes, I am Zhang Long.”

Zhang Long spoke arrogantly.

Now that Huang Jifan had fallen, he was the number one genius of the Zhenyang Sect.

“You are too weak.

Get out of here; I don’t want to kill you.”

Long Yan spoke indifferently.

“What an arrogant tone.

You’re just an Eighth-level Martial Venerable.

Even if your physical strength is strong, real strength isn’t determined by physical strength alone.”

Zhang Long snorted coldly, determined to take the courtyard.

Just because his physical strength was no match for Long Yan didn’t mean Long Yan’s overall strength was stronger than his.

After all, Zhang Long was at the Second Level of Martial God, while Long Yan was just an Eighth-level Martial Venerable.

There was an insurmountable gap between them.

Soon after, the momentum of the Martial God Second Level erupted from within Zhang Long.

“Take my punch!”

At the same time, Zhang Long fiercely struck at Long Yan with a punch, True Light surging over his fist.

This time, Zhang Long was not holding back at all.

“Courting death.”

Long Yan’s eyes flashed cold, muttering those four words under his breath.

In an instant, he grabbed with one hand, and the energy surged from his palm, transforming into a big hand of energy, slamming towards Zhang Long.

True Dragon Sun Picking Hand.

“Boom.”

The True Dragon Sun Picking Hand collided with Zhang Long’s fist, shattering it immediately, and in the next instant, hit Zhang Long heavily, sending him flying like a shell.

“Ah…”

Zhang Long kneeled on the ground, with one hand supporting him, a mouthful of fresh blood spewing out, his face pale as paper.

“How is this possible?”

Zhang Long looked up slightly, his gaze at Long Yan filled with shock.

Long Yan’s strength was too powerful, completely crushing him, and there was no way Zhang Long could compete.

“So strong!”

At this moment, those disciples from the Zhenyang Sect were dumbstruck too.

They had been waiting to witness Long Yan getting beaten up by Zhang Long, but the result was quite the opposite.

Currently, Zhang Long was the number one genius of the Zhenyang Sect, and he still couldn’t beat Long Yan even with such a huge gap in their cultivation levels.

Long Yan had defeated Zhang Long in one fell swoop.

Long Yan’s strength was too powerful!

“What are you guys doing here?”

At this very moment, a sudden voice interrupted.

Two figures walked into the entrance of the courtyard: Yu Ying and Yu Wuxia.

“Master’s wife.”

Zhang Long wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth and respectfully saluted Yu Ying.

The other disciples of Zhenyang Sect also respectfully saluted Yu Ying.

“Brother, are you okay?”

Yu Wuxia quickly walked in front of Long Yan and asked with concern.

“I’m fine.”

Long Yan said with a smile.

Not to mention one Zhang Long, but even ten Zhang Longs, they wouldn’t be able to harm him in the slightest.

“Master’s wife, I…

”

Zhang Long was about to explain something, but Yu Ying interrupted him and said, “I know what you’re thinking, but this courtyard now belongs to Long Yan.

You should leave.”

Hearing this, Zhang Long frowned, and a cold light flashed through the depths of his eyes without a trace.

Then, he left with the Zhenyang Sect disciples, along with all the things they had brought.

At this time, Yu Ying’s gaze fell on Long Yan, and she was also somewhat surprised.

Although she did not witness the process of the fight, Zhang Long had been defeated, and Long Yan remained unharmed.

She was fully aware of Zhang Long’s strength, yet he had been defeated by Long Yan, who was only an Eighth-level Martial Venerable.

“I was forced to do it, so…

”

Long Yan explained to Yu Ying, after all, Zhang Long was also Yu Ying’s disciple.

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Yu Ying’s wave of her hand.

“How are you, are you getting used to living here?”

Yu Ying didn’t mention anything about Zhang Long.

“Not bad.”

Long Yan responded with a faint smile.

“Have some refreshments.”

Yu Ying went to the front of the stone table and placed the basket she was holding on it, taking out several kinds of pastries from it.

“Brother, come and eat, the pastries Aunt made are so delicious.”

Yu Wuxia pulled Long Yan to sit next to the stone table, holding a plate of pastries in front of him.

Long Yan picked up a pastry and put it in his mouth, his eyes lighting up immediately.

“Not bad, very delicious.”

The pastry melted in his mouth, and a sweet floral scent rushed to his brain, giving him the feeling that all his pores were opening up.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve made them, my skills are a bit rusty.”

Yu Ying smiled faintly, making these pastries specifically to take care of Yu Wuxia, and also bringing some to Long Yan.

“Brother, eat quickly.

Otherwise, I’ll eat them all.”

Yu Wuxia held a pastry in each of her small hands, nibbling on them daintily, looking extremely adorable.

In half an hour, all the pastries on the table were consumed by Long Yan and Yu Wuxia, with most of them eaten by Long Yan.

Yu Ying just sat by and watched, her eyes occasionally glancing at Long Yan, as if she was thinking about something.

Long Yan raised his head to look at Yu Ying, preparing to say something, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to address her.

“If you’re willing, you can call me Aunt like Wuxia does.”

Yu Ying said.

“Aunt.”

Long Yan readily called her affectionately, then said, “As you mentioned, Huang Jifan is cautious, and he wouldn’t have rashly provoked Li Heng.

I want to examine his body to see if there are any clues.”

Perhaps some clues could be found on Huang Jifan’s body.

“This…

”

Yu Ying hesitated.

After all, Huang Jifan’s body had already been buried, and exhuming a grave was somewhat unlucky.

Although this was not a big deal for cultivators, Yu Ying didn’t want to do it.

“Huang Jifan’s body has been buried.

Let him rest in peace.”

Yu Ying said, “I took a few drops of blood from his body.

I can give you one.”

Having said that, Yu Ying took out a sealed drop of blood.