Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 2432 - 2422 Seven Star Lamp

Long Yan looked at Old Madman’s serious face, not knowing what to say. If he were to refuse directly, it might seem a bit tactless, but suddenly accepting a Master also felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Old Madman seemed to understand Long Yan’s meaning, simply giving a light smile. He liked to take on apprentices casually without caring much for secular etiquettes, so he let Long Yan ponder.

"Well, Junior still has things to do afterward. Thank you, Senior, for thinking highly of me. If I survive, I will follow you and learn well."

Long Yan’s words were quite irresponsible. He had only three months left to live, needing to travel to the Chu Country and rescue Lingxi from the Emperor Clan. Those three months weren’t nearly enough, let alone learning from Old Madman.

"Heh, Kid, you’re clever, trying to outwit me. You have at most about three months left to live. After you’re done, I’ll be able to teach you nothing, not a damn thing."

Old Madman laughed it off, his words merciless. Long Yan frowned, realizing Old Madman wasn’t as simple as when they fought if he could see one’s lifespan.

"Well, since you’re my apprentice, I must give you a little apprenticeship gift. Three months indeed is not enough for me to teach you."

Old Madman looked at Long Yan with interest, taking out a small oil lamp glimmering with a green light from his storage ring.

"What is this?"

Long Yan looked at the object in Old Madman’s hand; it was a little sinister. Though it was tied with countless strands of life energy, it was contradicted by layers of death energy on it. Long Yan could see with the help of the White Tiger’s Secret Technique the countless spirits tied around the oil lamp.

These spirits on the oil lamp did not seem like harmful spirits but appeared somewhat peaceful, which was beyond Long Yan’s understanding.

Generally, spirits refer to souls that died unjustly, which is usually full of resentment, yet on this oil lamp, there was no presence of resentment, only endless death and life energy.

"Kid, do you know Zhuge Wuhou?"

Upon hearing this, Long Yan nodded. Wasn’t this common knowledge? From the Sacred Continent to across galaxies, almost everyone knew Zhuge Wuhou’s name, especially so in the Sacred Continent.

It’s not only those who inherited Zhuge Wuhou’s Taoism like Long Yan, even an ordinary child would know Zhuge Wuhou.

"This is the Seven Star Lamp Zhuge Wuhou used to extend his life!"

Looking at the palm-sized oil lamp in Old Madman’s hands, Long Yan’s heart was far from calm. The fame of the Seven Star Lamp was too loud, tied to a story from when Zhuge Wuhou fought the Demon Clan.

Back then, Zhuge Wuhou foresaw the end of his life due to his lifespan. Though he had learned about fortunes and misfortunes, the war with the Demon Clan wasn’t optimistic. Should Zhuge Wuhou pass away then, the human front would surely collapse.

Without doubt, Zhuge Wuhou believed after his death The world would fall to the Demon Clan. So, he took out the Seven Star Lamp, his most treasured tool, the same tiny oil lamp in Old Madman’s hand.

However, the Seven Star Lamp carries risks. Borrowing life from it is akin to borrowing life from Heaven, filled with both life and death energy. If you receive life, everything is normal; the death within merges into the lamp and they return to the Netherworld upon death.

But each has an inverse; if the gamble fails, the death energy from the lamp enters the body, returning life to the lamp which shortens one’s lifespan, forever trapping the spirit in the lamp after death.

This is why the lamp is filled with spirits without resentment; the energy balance means if the previous one succeeded, the next must fail.

The Seven Star Lamp gambles; win, live three more years; lose, uncertainly lose time. Given Long Yan’s lifespan, failure leaves only death.

"So, kid, dare to bet?"

Honestly, even Old Madman didn’t know whether it’s life or death next time; it’s the seal’s own focus. Old Madman didn’t even know who sealed him, much less predict the outcome with the lamp.

However, it showed the one sealing Old Madman wasn’t ordinary. The Seven Star Lamp is a treasure by no means randomly used in sealing.

Staring at the Seven Star Lamp in Old Madman’s hands, Long Yan could hardly stay calm; it was terrifying, given his tight three-month timing. Success allows careful preparation, while failure leaves no chance to attempt.

Old Madman placed the Seven Star Lamp on the stone, leaving the choice to Long Yan, either decide in haste or meet death.

With only a moment’s hesitation, Long Yan gritted his teeth and picked up the oil lamp. More thought would cause further trouble; he never had the luxury of choice, only action.

"Hahahaha..."

Old Madman burst into heartfelt laughter. Long Yan indeed matched his taste.

"Kid, tell me your plans then. If you fail, I’ll complete them for you."

Strong Ones like Old Madman disdained lying; if he said it, he’d do it.

But Long Yan merely shook his head. He must accomplish this himself.

"Rest assured, if you succeed, in a year, you will be unmatched in physical strength among peers."

Ignoring Old Madman’s words, Long Yan infused his True Qi into the Seven Star Lamp.

The usage of the lamp was simple: just a bit of True Qi to entice, revealing if death or life energy decides the outcome.

As Long Yan infused his True Qi, black energy flowed, entwining his body, a horrifying deathliness invading instantly.

The pervasive death force penetrated deeply, overwhelming with excruciating pain.

"Ah!"

Long Yan cried out in a pained roar, not from wavering will, but because the agony far surpassed any he’d endured, even awakening Long Qingli with his screams.

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