Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 2453 - 2443 Near Death

The rumbling sound echoed, it seemed that apart from this thing having a familiar path of its own, Long Yan made an internationally recognized gesture at the Ming Zhu lying atop the western monk’s room.

Seeing Long Yan still daring to provoke it, a furious roar was emitted as it charged towards Long Yan. Nevertheless, though the speed seemed decent, it was unimaginably slow—it was merely a creature from the Road of reincarnation and couldn’t be fast by nature.

Despite having eight legs not being particularly swift, having lost a leg made its speed almost comparable to Long Yan’s walking pace. However, Long Yan’s current speed was reinforced, his right foot forcefully stomping opposite, propelling him toward the Ming Zhu.

The Ming Zhu obviously did not expect Long Yan to charge at it, raising its forelimbs high in an attempt to slash open Long Yan’s belly. Yet, its claws hit nothing but a phantom; Long Yan had already flashed to the creature’s left side, thrusting the Long Spear into its body.

"Squeak!"

The Ming Zhu winced from the pain, turned to defend, but Long Yan was considerably faster, releasing the Long Spear and soaring into the air, landing a forceful stomp atop the spider’s head. With another flash, two long swords appeared in Long Yan’s hands.

The Lu Xian Sword and Trap Immortal Sword, stored at Long Yan’s waist before due to confined space, now ready for use in the open terrain allowing for an unrestrained battle.

Even without True Qi, these swords possessed imposing power. Long Yan’s body rotated midair like a celestial dancer, both swords piercing the Ming Zhu’s body, spraying green blood onto his clothes, yet he felt no disgust—perhaps there was no time for disgust.

In history, few cultivators have slain Ming Zhu-like beings, thus Long Yan wasn’t certain of its true weakness, focusing on inflicting significant damage. The long swords ceaselessly swung, creating wounds upon wounds on the creature, each single hit eliciting a grievous howl from the Ming Zhu.

While Long Yan incessantly maneuvered through the Ming Zhu’s massive body, creating injuries, an intuition of danger struck him, simultaneously dodging sideways as a White Bone hastily grappled his foot. This offered the Ming Zhu a chance to swipe with its forelimb, barely missing his head if not for Long Yan’s swift crouch—almost cracking his skull.

Kicking away the lunging corpse, Long Yan’s sword danced in a circular pattern, Sword Qi erupted forth, decapitating all corpses struck by it without exception.

But the corpses multiplied around him, immensely vexing Long Yan, granting the Ming Zhu a hideaway among the cadavres. Approaching the Ming Zhu meant clearing nearly a hundred obstinate cadavres obstructing him. Only the ghosts knew how many Souls this spider had consumed over the years.

Regarding a lifespan? For creatures of the Netherworld, life’s longevity is a foreign concept. Moreover, the Ming Zhu lacks fertility, otherwise, the Road of reincarnation might have been inundated with Ming Zhu, not being a bottom-dwelling entity.

Regardless, the Road of reincarnation lies in the Netherworld and could be counted among Immortal realms, hence shouldn’t be underestimated. Long Yan’s entire being exploded with an ineffable Power, a refusal to accept defeat. Would lacking True Qi render him unable to kill the Ming Zhu?

Outside, it was already the seventh day’s midnight. The Old Madman looked up, gazing at the endless stars. He knew Long Yan hadn’t acted for two days; in the Madman’s view, Long Yan might have found a place to hide. Ultimately, the decision Long Yan had to make; to soar to become a genuine Strong One or choose to hide—none could make that decision for him.

Even with enhanced speed, mortal flesh reaches its limits. Long Yan was drenched in sweat, his breath disorderly, a White Bone claw accidentally scratched his face, even severing a lock of fringe beside his cheek.

Long Yan speculated these cadavers were either monks from the temple or mercenaries, judging their display of formidable durability and venomous assaults—merely brushing Long Yan’s cheek, leaving a terrifying blood trace, one likely leaving a scar after healing.

Yet, Long Yan dared not slow down, his entire being flashing to one side, cleaving open a corpse’s skull with his sword. With exerted force, his feet grasped the red rope above, his swords weaving an impervious web, slicing several cadavers into halves. Despite the efficiency, the dreadful quantity forced Long Yan to retreat for the time being.

Long Yan suddenly remembered the Buddha Beads in his hand—a potent weapon he hadn’t capitalized in anger, retrieving the beads and commenced chanting. Cadavers below showed no fear, stretching towards Long Yan in the Air, crowding as if soulless since ceasing to be human.

"Amitabha."

From his mouth, the recited Buddhist scriptures transformed into countless gentle Buddha’s Lights, scattering. While gentle, upon contact with the cadavers, they showcased monstrous power, causing them to vanish in howling agony akin to a Soul’s lament. Long Yan shut his eyes, pretending not to hear, his body emitting a faint glow.

Of course, Long Yan couldn’t see his own back; if he could, he’d find a handsome Monk behind him chanting Buddhism together, correcting all his errors as if guiding him. With enough repetitions, Long Yan might become an achieved High Monk.

With the chanting concluded, all cadavers and Souls within the Square faded away. Places touched by Buddha’s Light retained none of their filth, and Long Yan jumped down from the rope, surrounded by emptiness, indicating complete purification.

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Long Yan suddenly sensed something awry—an enormous Ming Zhu should’ve been amidst the cadavers. While Buddha’s Light cleansed Spiritual and filthy presences well, purifying a Netherworld creature like the Ming Zhu proved challenging.

At that moment, a thunderous sound came from above Long Yan.

"Squeak!"

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