Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 2442 - 2432 Yellow Monk’s Robe

In the mercenary town, this waiter was normally willing to chat with these people, after all, they were regular customers. There weren’t many taverns in this town, so every mercenary had their own familiar tavern. However, the Old Madman was the first new face they’d seen in a long time, so the shop assistant came over to chat for a bit.

"Oh, I came here for my apprentice."

The Old Madman didn’t use True Qi to dissolve the alcohol, after all, according to him, if you have to use True Qi after drinking, you might as well not drink at all because it’s a waste. Before he was sealed, he wasn’t someone who liked to drink, but after tasting some from Thunder Leopard’s place, he felt the alcohol he drank in the past was garbage. Gradually, he started liking this thing in the cup.

"Wow, it’s rare to see someone bring an apprentice here. Is there a mission?"

These words from the shop assistant were just small talk. Although he saw the Old Madman carrying a Greatsword, he didn’t see any breath of a mercenary. Being used to dealing with them every day, he knew full well the habits of mercenaries, so he was just making a casual inquiry without any ulterior motives. Of course, the Old Madman didn’t take it to heart and merely said half-awake.

"I’m here mainly to train my apprentice!"

These words made the shop assistant pause; who would come to a place where birds don’t shit to train an apprentice?

"Just toss him into the Demon Beast Mountain Range and let him survive on his own, simple as that."

The Old Madman, with a flushed face, collapsed drunk on the table, still mumbling incomprehensibly. The shop assistant couldn’t understand what he was saying, but minding his own business, he cleaned up, thinking to himself how unlucky that poor apprentice was to have such a master.

Suddenly, the Old Madman stood up, as if in a last burst of energy, and said,

"Little Second Brother, I still need you to do me a favor."

Hearing this, the shop assistant wasn’t reluctant, thinking the Old Madman wanted him to run an errand. But then the Old Madman directly said,

"I didn’t bring money!"

Seeing the Old Madman turn and collapse on the wine table again, the shop assistant sighed helplessly.

The Old Madman was quite leisurely, but Long Yan on the other side was not so at ease. Long Yan was proceeding cautiously, knowing that every step in this exploration was very careful. The wooden floor on the dark corridor was covered with dried bloodstains. Long Yan didn’t know how many people had died here to create such an effect.

Seeing the dead bodies everywhere, some had turned into white bones, while others remained intact. The manner of death was quite bizarre. Long Yan even found a few white feathered arrows stuck in the eye sockets of one corpse.

Did they kill each other?

Long Yan wondered. The two arrows were deeply embedded in the eye sockets of the corpse, as if there was a deep hatred. Even with Long Yan’s effort, he almost couldn’t pull out the arrows.

The wooden bow in his hand looked like it had been fired, and Long Yan estimated that these arrows might have belonged to the one wearing mink fur earlier. Though still, there was no way to answer the doubts in his heart only by looking at the corpse, so he pressed on further inside.

Along the way, there were many rooms, but despite all his strength to push or pull them, the doors scarcely trembled. They appeared as distantly situated as the previous ones, so Long Yan did not waste his efforts, realizing that if a door wouldn’t budge, he would just give up.

All of his careful exploration didn’t encounter any incidents. The floor here was already old. When Long Yan stepped on it, it creaked despite his caution, revealing many broken parts.

Looking through the dark void of the hole beneath, Long Yan couldn’t see to the bottom of what lay beneath it. It seemed there was more below, but without full preparation, Long Yan wouldn’t choose to go down there. After all, that little monk couldn’t be considered human.

But who could guarantee that there was only one little monk here?

Actually, the little monk wasn’t some powerful ghost with great grievances, but the trouble was Long Yan didn’t have a single thing on him to deal with it, forcing him to be extremely cautious.

Only with the strength to confront can a desperate final stand be made; otherwise, it would just mean becoming a part of someone’s meal.

Finally, ahead of Long Yan appeared a half-open room, the old wooden door like a lone candle in the wind, unknown breezes whispered through, making it creak eerily in the darkness.

However, reaching this point offered some clues, and Long Yan decided to check if there were any valuable clues inside.

Supporting himself on the doorframe, Long Yan carefully held onto the wooden door, afraid that a force would pull it down. Fortunately, the door appeared flimsy but was actually firmly nailed to the frame.

This time Long Yan kept an eye on it, because prior to this, there had been no signs of the wind, yet this door creaked. This was to guard against traps, so Long Yan stood at the doorframe, not choosing to enter.

Merely peeking, Long Yan discovered that the room was indeed a trap. There were no floorboards below, and stepping inside would be to fall into a completely dark cave, whose enormous broken edges resembled a beast opening its large mouth.

Of course, the broken edges only spanned half the room, but the room was surprisingly huge, making it impossible for even skilled Long Yan to jump across; he would have to devise a plan.

Left with no alternative, Long Yan had to abandon this room and continue forward. Yet Long Yan found that the doors on the way seemed to lose their grip on Space and were easily opened. Initially fearful of traps, Long Yan simply observed from outside, but gradually his courage grew.

The rooms were all monotonous, typical monk’s quarters with only three or four beds per room. It was clear that before falling into disuse, it was a slightly wealthy temple, with roomy beds for each monk, plus small solid wood cabinets beside each bed.

This wasn’t something a regular temple could afford. Seeing it had already existed for many years, it might have arisen and failed during the Human-Demon War period, but nobody knew for certain since so little information from that time remained.

The temple might have risen in that era, eventually declining and being lost in the river of history.

Long Yan casually opened a cabinet, finding simple items inside, mainly Buddha beads and Yellow Monk’s Robes. Generally, monks in the Holy Domain had two robes, one blue and one yellow. Only those of some status, like Law Protectors or Guardian Vajras, could wear yellow; the little monks who only handled chores could wear blue.

But this situation felt odd to Long Yan, because it wasn’t the first cabinet he opened; the ones before were the same.

If only a few Yellow Monk’s Robes, that would be fine, but why so many?

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