Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 2391 - 2381: Black Whistle!

To be recognized by a genius like Jian Wuchen, Long Yan wondered if he should show a hint of delight. For Long Yan, the Path to Immortality was practically child’s play, especially since Lingxi could be considered a persistent obsession in his heart. The supposed overwhelming pressure along the way? Long Yan didn’t feel it at all.

Earlier, when Jian Wuchen ascended the Path to Immortality, Long Yan had sensed something amiss. However, when he himself stepped onto it, he realized the path wasn’t as divine as proclaimed—it was merely a form of mental attack.

Indeed, just a mental attack, the very type Long Yan occasionally employed. This mental attack was nearly impossible to guard against. If not for the White Tiger’s Secret, Long Yan wouldn’t have discerned its nature. Forget the third layer—he felt he could easily reach the summit without issue. It appeared that the other cultivators below had thoroughly misunderstood this segment of the path.

"Hiss!"

Jian Wuchen, along with the numerous cultivators below, inhaled sharply in disbelief. Just what kind of monster was Long Yan? If Jian Wuchen’s memory served correctly, Long Yan only possessed strength at the early stage of Divine Emperor Second Level. That meant he only needed to cross the first step of the second layer to pass. After all, Long Yan had only recently broken through to the Divine Emperor Second Level. Though his realm was already perfected, the amount of True Qi he had still lagged behind.

But now, Long Yan had forcefully ascended one additional layer, and judging by his relaxed demeanor, he still had energy to spare. Jian Wuchen, typically dismissive of supernatural oddities, now genuinely felt as if he had seen a ghost.

"Let’s not discuss this now. You still have energy left, don’t you?"

Long Yan’s golden pupils locked onto Jian Wuchen. Though his tone carried a hint of mockery, his expression was utterly devoid of humor. He understood this to be a mental attack, yet as long as one possessed a strong obsession, they could pass. Clearly, Jian Wuchen’s inner obsession wasn’t any less intense than Long Yan’s.

"Heh, who do you think I am? I’m one of the Young Sword Saints—Jian Wuchen."

With an icy gaze curling slightly into an arc, Jian Wuchen’s eternally frosty expression revealed a trace of a smile, a sight more surprising to Long Yan than the Path to Immortality itself.

Of course, after making his lofty declaration, Jian Wuchen still felt the pressure crashing over him like waves from all directions. Yet his brief exchange with Long Yan seemed to bolster his spirit as he drew the white jade long sword from his back.

"When it comes to the desire for immortality, I will not fall short of anyone."

Caressing the white jade long sword as if it were his lover, Jian Wuchen’s confidence surged. With bold strides, he crossed yet another step.

Long Yan did not interfere with Jian Wuchen. Although Jian Wuchen’s earlier words were utterly shameless, he was in a very different state now—firmly resolute and stepping directly onto the third layer.

"Jian Wuchen has passed the trial and claims second place."

Evidently, the first place had already been secured by Long Yan. As for Jian Wuchen achieving second place, it drew little attention. This wasn’t to belittle Jian Wuchen—it was merely that the spotlight had long since been stolen by Long Yan.

"Holy crap, did that kid seriously just walk directly to the third layer?"

A male cultivator rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He seemed to have witnessed Long Yan strolling to the third layer as if it were a leisurely walk. To them, that place was reserved only for those at Divine Emperor Third Stage.

"It seems so."

The cultivator who accompanied him spoke with a tone of uncertainty, as the event unfolding before them was simply too shocking.

"If I recall correctly, the last record-breaking individual was the Su family’s Su Meng, who was ranked among the top princesses in Qi country."

Back then, Su Meng participated in the Tianshan Conference and ascended to the seventh step of the second layer with a cultivation base at the Divine Emperor Second Level early stage, didn’t she?

Now, Long Yan had nearly surpassed her record by half a layer?

What kind of joke was this? Was the Tianshan Sect playing favorites?

But this thought was swiftly dismissed by all. The Tianshan Sect was basking in glory within the Qin Dynasty—there was no way they’d jeopardize their reputation by pulling a stunt that would sully their name in the Cultivation World. To suggest otherwise would be ridiculous.

Still, doubters always existed, such as Thunder Leopard, who was currently atop the mountain watching Long Yan soak up all the glory, his fists clenched tightly. Nothing irked him more than seeing his enemy bask in the limelight.

After all, his previous defeat and withdrawal from the competition had been orchestrated by Long Yan, pushing Thunder Leopard into an unfavorable spotlight. Now, Long Yan effortlessly ascended another layer, making Thunder Leopard feel completely humiliated.

This was when Gu Yuan, a prime example of shameless sycophantry, played his role as a lackey and cried out.

"I accuse Long Yan! The Tianshan Sect must have rigged things—clearly, the path he took had no pressure whatsoever."

Unbothered by the gazes that regarded him as a fool, Gu Yuan grinned smugly. After all, he refused to believe Long Yan’s combat power could rival someone at Divine Emperor Third Stage. If Long Yan were truly such a divine genius, why hadn’t his name been heard of before?

"Oh? Well, feel free to test it yourself."

Long Yan squinted his sharp eyes downward at Gu Yuan. After all, Gu Yuan had targeted him repeatedly now, and Long Yan was eager to slap his face like never before.

"I won’t test it. Clearly, only the area you stand on is free of pressure."

Gu Yuan snorted heavily, crossing his arms with an air of arrogance as he stared at Long Yan.

This made Long Yan chuckle inwardly. If the Tianshan Sect truly possessed such capabilities, wouldn’t they use them to benefit their own disciples? After all, if not for Long Yan steadying Jian Wuchen, he might have already fallen off the path. Did Gu Yuan really think the entirety of the Tianshan Sect was as moronic as him?

"In that case, I’ll come down, and we’ll walk a segment together. Let’s see if you still suspect me of cheating."

Long Yan descended the stone steps with an air of leisure. For him, the Path to Immortality was now akin to mundane stairs. Given that the White Tiger’s Secret was the ultimate counter to all mental attacks, Long Yan felt absolutely no pressure.

Seeing the surrounding cultivators’ gazes converging on him, Gu Yuan found himself stuck in a dilemma. He had only stepped forward out of dissatisfaction with Long Yan stealing the spotlight, but when he thought about it, Long Yan was merely at Divine Emperor Second Level early stage—how could he possibly overshadow Su Meng?

With that thought in mind, Gu Yuan suddenly felt as if he were brimming with power, already envisioning his boss lavishing him with praise.

But evidently, Gu Yuan was overthinking. As his foot landed on the first step of the first layer, he immediately felt an intense pressure weighing him down. Still, with his cultivation base at the late stage of Divine Emperor Second Level, he managed to stand firm; he wasn’t entirely incompetent after all.

Yet despite his efforts, his face flushed crimson. In contrast, Long Yan maintained his unperturbed demeanor, which only served to deepen Gu Yuan’s unease.

"Could it be that we’ve truly provoked an unknown genius this time?"

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