Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 1676 - 1666: Strike Against the Godson

"The Emperor Realm’s Havoc is about to descend, and what Long Yan wants to do is to rally all the forces of the Emperor Domain to confront the calamities together,"

The Qilin King said, naturally knowing Long Yan’s intentions.

"With the Calamity Descending, the Southern Wasteland Continent will be the first battlefield, with the Zhenyang Sect bearing the brunt. All Long Yan does is to avoid being attacked from both front and rear."

Having been told this by the Qilin King, Young Master Qilin instantly understood, but he didn’t feel that the Demon God Emperor Palace should be indebted for this—debts needed to be settled.

"When the Calamity Descends, do you think that only the Zhenyang Sect will be affected?"

The Qilin King said irritably, "When the calamity descends, the entire imperial area will be affected. Long Yan might be considering the situation of the Zhenyang Sect, but he is also concerned about the Emperor Domain. His willingness to bow to the Demon God Emperor Palace for the sake of the Emperor Domain proves that he has far-sightedness."

"Long Yan is right, the grudge between the Zhenyang Sect and the Demon God Emperor Palace is nothing more than some petty matters. Bai Ling is his friend; he had no choice."

The previous Qilin King certainly wouldn’t think this way, but now, given the circumstances, there were some things he had to consider.

"Dad, do you really intend to wipe the slate clean with Long Yan? Long Yan has caused the Demon God Emperor Palace to pay a heavy price; I almost died at his hands. This is a blood debt, and it must be settled,"

Young Master Qilin said in a heavy voice.

"Before the Havoc is resolved, the Demon God Emperor Palace cannot make a move against the Zhenyang Sect. The Demon God Emperor Palace must be prepared to fully confront the Havoc,"

The Qilin King said, then turned to Young Master Qilin.

"After returning to the Demon God Emperor Palace, you should enter closed-door cultivation. Before you have the strength to protect yourself in the midst of the Havoc, do not leave the Demon God Emperor Palace,"

.........

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, three days went by.

"Phew, fortunately, it didn’t damage the Origin; otherwise, it would have been troublesome!"

After spending three days in closed-door cultivation inside the Azure Dragon Ring, Long Yan finally recovered to his peak.

Forcibly stripping the Demon Dragon Arm took its toll on him, but luckily it hadn’t damaged his Origin.

"Time to meet an old friend."

Then, Long Yan left the Azure Dragon Ring and exited the Secret Chamber.

Under Enforcement Peak, within a Courtyard, the Godson felt as if time was dragging on infinitely.

People from the Zhenyang Sect were guarding outside the Courtyard. With his strength sealed, escaping was impossible.

While here, although the Zhenyang Sect hadn’t done anything to him, he felt as though he was imprisoned, enduring immense mental torment.

"Godson, long time no see!"

Suddenly, a voice abruptly rang out. Along with the voice, a figure also appeared in front of the Godson.

"Long Yan!"

Seeing Long Yan, a flash of killing intent immediately appeared in the Godson’s eyes.

"How are you finding it here? Are you settling in alright?"

Long Yan looked at the Godson, a faint smile on his face.

"Thanks to your blessings, I’m quite comfortable!"

The Godson snorted lightly, showing no weakness.

"As long as you’re comfortable,"

Long Yan nodded slightly, still wearing a smile, and said, "You’re quite a treasure now; of course, I have to take good care of you."

The tone was playful, clearly carrying ill intent.

"Long Yan, what do you mean?"

The Godson immediately became alert, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

"You might not know yet, but the Huangshan Ancestor himself has personally come to the Zhenyang Sect to demand your release. However, our terms weren’t agreed upon. I guess the next time he comes, he’ll bring terms that satisfy me."

"One million Purple Crystals, ten divine artifacts, surely the Supreme Hall will bring out these things to save your life, won’t they?" Long Yan looked at the Godson with a teasing tone in his voice.

"What?"

Upon hearing this, the Godson’s face drastically changed.

Long Yan had indeed made a lion’s demand, one million Purple Crystals, ten divine artifacts; he really dared to ask for a lot.

"Long Yan, you might as well kill me. The Supreme Hall will never bring out these things."

The Godson spoke solemnly, preferring death over seeing the Supreme Hall succumb to Long Yan’s threats.

"I won’t kill you. As for one million Purple Crystals and ten divine artifacts, I’m not generous enough to just give them up."

Long Yan said lightly.

There was no doubt that the Supreme Hall would definitely bring the ransom. The Godson was the Young Master of the Supreme Hall, and just for that reason, to save face, they would rescue him.

The Godson’s expression fluctuated, unsure and hesitant, his heart trembling; of course, he knew the Supreme Hall would come for him.

But one million Purple Crystals and ten divine artifacts—it would strain the Supreme Hall’s resources greatly to bring them.

"By the way, Godson, I forgot to tell you something. Even if the Supreme Hall brings one million Purple Crystals and ten divine artifacts, I’m not simply going to release you."

Long Yan said with a smirk, gradually revealing his true intentions.

"Long Yan, what exactly do you want?"

The Godson looked at Long Yan warily, instinctively stepping back two steps, his gaze as if he were looking at the devil himself.

The Godson was genuinely afraid of Long Yan.

"Godson, you know better than anyone the grudges between us. I had no intention of being your enemy, but you chased after me like a rabid dog, never letting go. I had the chance to kill you before, but I’ve kept you alive until now because you still have value to me."

Long Yan’s expression grew serious, his tone turning cold as he spoke every word deliberatively.

Indeed, he had had the opportunity to kill the Godson in the past, but he had spared him because the Godson still had value to be used.

"Long Yan, what exactly do you want?"

The Godson swallowed hard, his face extremely grave.

"The Zhenyang Sect and the Supreme Hall are sworn enemies. As the Young Master of the Supreme Hall, if you were willing to cooperate with the Zhenyang Sect, it would be a good choice for them."

Long Yan said, "Godson, I am giving you a choice now. Submit willingly, and I can spare you some pain."

Controlling the Godson would make it much easier to deal with the Supreme Hall.

"Long Yan, you’re dreaming!"

The Godson said coldly, "I could never betray the Supreme Hall. Even if you kill me, I will never submit to you!"

He was the Young Master of the Supreme Hall; how could he betray it? He hated Long Yan to the bone; how could he submit to him?

"It seems I will have to force you to submit."

Long Yan’s gaze turned icy, and the moment his words fell, he abruptly moved forward, his fingers sharply pressing down to grab the Godson’s head.

"Nine Nether Thunder Seal!"

Long Yan released the Nine Nether Thunder Seal, forcibly implanting it into the Godson’s Sea of Consciousness.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, the Godson’s Primordial Spirit struggled, but against absolute strength, there was no way for it to resist, and in a short time, the Nine Nether Thunder Seal branded the Godson’s Primordial Spirit.

"Master!"

The Godson’s body trembled, and immediately afterward, he knelt on both knees, respectfully calling Long Yan "Master."

The Nine Nether Thunder Seal was so domineering, it left the Godson no choice but to submit.

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